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There was once a young Silver dragon. Noble of heart, carefree yet naive. One day, while he was flying over the woodlands on a brisk winter day, he took notice of a group of Vultures circling above the tree line. As he circled above, He heard the cry of a Tiger, wounded and in immense pain. He descended nearby and took the form of a man thinking to himself. "As a dragon I am too frightful and my claws of no use to help the Tiger" So he approached carefully and he saw a beautiful tigress caught in a deadly snare. His spirit called out to him as his heart leaped from his chest.. " Do you love the tigress? Then help her." So he approached carefully and she laid still as if expecting her demise or perhaps to pull him closer for a meal. He began to remove the deadly trap and the pain surged through her body and she lashed about with reckless abandon on the Dragon, now in the shape of man, rending his flesh with tooth and claw, his blood spilling profusely. Yet he continued to pry her free from the trap. "I must endure" He exclaimed to himself, she is almost free. Then finally the trap napped open and the Tigress released her grip and they both ran briefly away from one another in opposite directions stopping 30 ft from one another to look back. The Tigress crouched down and began to lick her wounds and the man slowly made his way back to the tigress coming closer and closer until finally he was close enough to run his hand through her coat. He began to stroke her softly and she began to purr. Then beyond his understand, the moon rose from behind the clouds and her silhouette began to shimmer with a radiant hum and her shape began to change to that of a young maiden. Her hair Dark with streaks of silvery white, her skin as white as the driven snow and her eyes a shifting green ringed with pure gold. The two quickly became inseparable, playing and frolicking abut in the woods, swimming in the clear springs and dancing along the waterfalls. At night he would make a fire and the two would come together, nestling together in the softness and divine warmth of each other. His heart was full, and he loved her more than he loved any other being he had met.

Then one day as he was running his hand over her bare chest he noticed a wound, almost imperceptible and below the wound an arrow embedded in her heart. He said to himself I must remove this arrow or it will surely kill her in time. But he knew that he had to cut open the wound to remove the arrow and his human form would not do. Then, in a flash he transformed into his true form seized her in his claws and she was shocked, betrayed as he dug his claws into her chest. The woman wailed and screamed in soul shrieking devastation. The woman in a fury returned to the form of a tigress and began to rake and bite at the dragon, but his scales forged in mystical fire offered no proof to her once formidable fury. He dug deeper and grabbed the arrow head yanking it from her beating heart. It was only then that he realized to his horror that his very actions of removing the arrow had rendered her the mortal wound he sought to heal. Quickly, he knew that if he could get his blood in the wound and seal it, the wound would heal, for the blood of dragons is immortal and a powerful life giving force. The question was how and how would he seal the wound? So he rended his scales with his own claw, dipped his claw in his blood, then plunged the claw into her gashing wound and snapped it off in her chest. The tigress stunned, hurt and angered wailed in soul wretching pain. The Dragon, roared back at her and she fled into the forest. The dragon, devastated at his actions flew into the air and circled from above as he could hear her wailing reverberating through the forest. What had he done? Why was he so foolish. So he flew south to heal his own wounds. Not wounds of the body but wounds of the spirit. If only.. He thought... maybe one day. Yes.. one day.. and he smiled to himself in the peace of knowing.