Adriana

Adriana

Adriana, the dragon who never knew cold.

She knew she was different
Her very blood was of ice
Her scales gleamed with an unnatural sheen
But her heart was lost,
Cold to the core.
No one did she adore -
Her emotions covered in a layer of frost
Of winter she was queen
But she had unknowingly paid the price
Forever indifferent

And so did her life unfold.



Adriana never had any friends. Said she doesn't need them. Many a dragon had a crush on her before realizing that she wouldn't (couldn't?) love them back. Mostly an observer, she would watch dragons talk instead of actually joining in their conversation. Whenever someone dares to approach her glittering countenance and ask her a question, she responds logically and without feeling. While she is in fact, brilliant, her speeches hold only facts, held together by cold reasoning. Though some things do interest her, she never shows a trace of passion about anything. She despises romance novels and reads books on science instead.

- Both of the above were done by me (TwoSwordsClash)


There was no blood in Adriana’s body.

She knew this from a young age, ever since she had hatched out and her wings were crusted with frost. She remained impassively alone, no matter how hard they tried to speak with her. Friends were not something she needed. No, friends were for dragons with fire in their veins and life in their hearts, and all Adriana had was ice.

As she got older, Adriana saw the world through a veil of frost. Love was far removed from her; she left her home and parents without even a glance back, their names soon fading from her mind, unimportant details cast aside for more relevant ones. She couldn’t have pointed out the place she grew up in on a map. It was the past. The present was now.

Even though she did nothing to facilitate it, she aged, and for her, age came with beauty. Dragons of all shapes and sizes saw her and fell in love, and she soon learned how to tune words of affection out. A dragoness proffering her gifts of gold, a drake showing off his muscles, a dragon dressing up to attract her eye, none of them worked. They may have well been courting a blizzard.

Uninterested in the feelings of the peons below her, Adriana turned her attention to science. Science was facts, it was knowledge, it could be contained within a few equations and lines of text. Nothing could change the truth, unlike hearts; which she had observed as fickle, useless things. Logic and knowledge, that was where power lay, and it was all she needed. She tackled her topics with single-minded, searing intensity.

Before she knew it, dragons were coming to her yet again, but not for love. They asked her questions, ones about truth, ones about math and science and numbers. She answered them- what reason did she have to not? But the dragons who visited her often left with expressions of hurt in their eyes. Adriana couldn’t comprehend why. She had told them the truth, that was all, and the truth needed no embellishment.

Days went on, and became months; those soon turned into years. Adriana buried herself in her studies, sustaining herself on nothing but knowledge. She hunted to keep her body alive, drank to do the same, but whenever she did not do those, she was chasing logic down the paths of her mind. If she had been another dragon, what she was doing would have registered as futility, as vainly grasping for meaning in a life that was as empty as her heart.

There was no blood in Adriana’s body.

Just ice.

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