Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31132062-20170411001221/@comment-30636131-20170416205003

Cornelius glanced over at the intimidating dragon, harassing his newly made friend. Sure, he was scared of the dragon, although, something had to be done about this. Cornelius glew up bravely, both, metaphorically and literally. He promenaded courageouslly out of the tight cavern. He was still completely mortified, but

No one

Hurts

His

Friends.

He ferociously bit into the dragons back. This... this was a bad idea, considering the dragon was a poison one. The fact that it left an awful taste in his mouth wasn't the only bad thing. Once again, he made a fool of himself. Slowly, he started to lose consciousness and his vibrant proud glow. But then, he suddenly lit up, brighter than ever before.

No one touches my friends!

He thought to himself. He kept biting and hitting and slapping the bulky dragon. He was, most definitely, hurting himself more than he was hurtin the dragon. Yet, something kept him going. He just kept biting and hitting and slapping, and biting and hitting and slapping over and over again until he finally passed out.