I just sat there, alone and still in the cave. Everyday I waited patiently for my dragon to come back for me, since he left early in the morning not only to stretch his wings and legs, but also to bring me the items I needed.<br/><br/>With a powerful whoosh of Azlastor's wings, he returned. A bright smile was worn across my face; my lover came back, seemingly safe and sound. However, the smile soon faded. Blood dripped onto the floor of the cave, as he stumbled inside and collaped. Immediately, I came to his side to give him assistance, any assistance, for I was just a young, little girl. And he was...a humongous, anceint dragon. Azlastor smiled, and sighed a bit; the type of sigh in which you knew he was putting up a front for me. As much as he tried to look okay, and strong for his princess, she could see right through that.<br/><br/>Ignoring his injuries, Azlastor trudged over to me, running his claws through my hair. That always amazed me; how his claws, a predetory, killer weapon, was able to run through my hair without hurting me in the slightest. Tears welled in my eyes, seeing him like this tore my heart into pieces. I didn't want him to see me hurt; he'd get hurt, himself.<br/><br/>Changing the subject, I stammered "I..I brought you lavender, love..". I could tell he could smell the bouquet strongly in the air as he entered my chamber. The gold and silver lining the walls and the fine necklaces shone on an oak table; glistening the room as the upcoming dawn brought sunlight into the room. Before he was able to speak, Azlastor cringed, as his strength failed him. Collapsing at the entrance of my room, I couldnt hold it in any longer.<br/><br/>I finally began to weep, and quite heavily at that over my hurt dragon. I ran to his side, managing to stop the bleeding after hours and hours of labor. After night fall, and being his temporary nurse, I finally managed to rest next to my lover, right under his wing.