Ocean's Breath Plateau and i saw the reflection of a coward you and i both hate very much

@Nesini
being very vague

The last month was a blur nearly wiped from the dragon’s memory. He remembers very little; being exhausted, hungry, taunted, and most importantly angry. That anger did him good, it kept him alive. Each day he would wait for the perfect moment to flee from that god-forsaken valley. The night that opportunity was given to him, he took it without a second thought. He ran (or more accurately stumbled) away from his tormentors.

Now he was here, in a land completely new to him. Orochi hated it. He hated the sand, he hated how the sun singed his fur, he hated the way the water smelled. But those things could not compare to his hatred of the way he was now. Sick, tired, hungry, and without a leg. Traveling was no easy task; he must've fallen million times during this hour alone. Despite this, he still moved forward. Orochi was determined.