Cultivating Dragons

Desolion stood proudly in the wind, its eyes slightly closed. Its fur fluttered in the strong wind. It was a moment of dominant presence and immense power.

Desolion condensed an ice mirror in front of itself, then stood in front of the mirror and gazed at its own appearance. After a long time, it stretched its neck forward so its face was pressed against the mirror, and its ice-blue pupils were clearly reflected.

Slurp. Its tongue licked the ice mirror and left a long mark.

"Wah, Desolion licked its own image. That's so disgusting." Da Zi covered its nose in disgust and made a puking face.

They had finally discovered a major characteristic of Desolion. When one first met it, the creature appeared arrogant and cold, but with time, one would come to realize that it wasn't nearly as arrogant or cold as it first appeared.

 Then with more time, one would find him... boring. And also slightly narcissistic.