Sleepy Fox Hollow such sweet nothing

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The noise grew louder, forcing her ears to lay flat against her skull whilst the voice within her head insisted that she leave. It was not Draco’s, but a variation of her own, which left it without any chance at being listened to. If the dragon himself wasn’t frightened, didn’t want for her to leave, then perhaps she would be okay. His word had always been what she relied on, though she questioned him now, for it had been because of him that she’d accepted Ukko in the past; Draco had failed her just that once, however, and so she could not act against him given just how many more times he had saved her. So for as long as he assured her that she'd be fine, she decided that she would remain there, even as doing so became difficult.

With the moon’s glow overhead, she caught sight of his scar, which seemed to be a warning all by itself. Still, she refused to run and hide, having chosen instead to hold her ground. The snapping of teeth in her direction made her body stiffen, but otherwise remain still and unwavering—a mistake, she soon realized. The distance between them was further lessened and, before she’d an opportunity to react, she’d felt teeth pinch her nose. A yelp slipped out passed her lips as she backpedaled, replacing the distance that had been stolen away. The feeling awoke the dragon, causing for him to brush up against her conscious, rubbing himself across it as if he were a cat. For the first time, she was afraid. For her own safety, as well as the risk of her losing control; the latter scared her more, for even though it was all in her head, she had grown to believe it to be real.

Steadying herself, she glanced sideways in either direction, her head stilled as she sought out an escape route. Eventually, her eyes settled back on the male, widened and fearful, but without panic. “Leave my mountains,” she forced out, driven by a surge of bravery—or perhaps it was stupidity.

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