Enslaving a myth
Titus gave a soft, deep grunt as smoke curled out of his scaled muzzle and rose towards the ceiling as he peered out the window. He gave a glance down at his obsidian claws, and then sighed, examining the gold watch on his wrist a moment later. The Dragon was annoyed by all of this waiting... to say the very least. Unlike many of his kind, he utterly and completely lacked the patience to wait centuries to get what he wanted. Instead, he used his hoard to acquire goods, purchase services, or lay...
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