Otatso Wetlands i was drinkin earlier, now i'm drivin

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Rumors told of ghosts wandering these wetlands. Raheerah didn't believe in ghosts, just as he didn't believe in good intentions, heroism or love. He believed in immortality and Gods, but only those he could see. Lham was his only immortal, and he knew that she was one of them. She was modest, for she occupied a body crippled and broken, but he had always attributed that to fate. He was meant to be among her most loyal dogs. He had been lured to her, by her form of tempting, a form that would incite a violent hunger in him. She must have known of his nature and her unwillingness to die that day had been enough to convince him. She was wily, but Raheerah appreciated it that much more.

At times, he wondered if he, too, could ascend into the realm of immortality. If he served his Lham well enough, would she grant him that power? Could he wield it as gracefully as she, could he don it when her soul left this mortal plane? That was to assume Raheerah would exist after she had abandoned her body. He would follow her obediently where ever she went, he knew this. And he wondered if he would appear in places where there existed wolves who believed in ghosts.

The dragon skirted along the edge of the wetlands. His massive form lingered where the land was still dry. The soil beneath his paws was wet, carrying the moisture of long-melted snow from the winter past, but the brackish waters that lapped at the grasses were held at bay. Trees creaked quietly in the warm afternoon and songbirds trilled among their slowly replenishing branches. Raheerah had come here purely to snoop, and he was more than eager to know what he could find.