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It was euphoric.
The wind beneath her wings lifted her higher and higher to a point where she felt like no force could ever reach her again; it felt as if she would never need to touch the ground again. There was nothing left to hold her down.
There were only moments, and it was as if the last few years were nothing but a bad dream. Everything was so bright and full of life, with colours and sounds she had sworn to have forgotten. Yet despite everything, her body remembered what to do when she had forgotten as if no time had passed at all.
But it had, and she didn't even know how long it had been; she had stopped taking note of the days that had gone by after the first two years. Perhaps five years if she were to guess, a wild guess, but she felt as if anything more was too much. She would have to find something like a pond or something reflective to count her scales; it was a rather handy method that was usually pretty accurate if you knew what you were looking for. It was the older dragons that were the harder ones to crack.
Her kind could live up to nearly a thousand human years, as long as they remained in their draconian form, that is. Though in saying that not all dragon folk had a human form, only certain bloodlines had it, and it was passed down from parent to child. She was far too young to remember the tales her father once told her of the origin of such ability; all she remembered was that he had told her to be careful not to let anyone know what she was if she ever ventured out in her human form. He had warned Kirishima of human greed.
Kirishima knew better than anyone that she was seen as a prize, to hunt or to own, and as she had been held for: livestock for her scales. However, she knew that not all were bad and didn't believe that all deserved the same treatment as her captors.
Yes, they weren't all bad.
She peered beneath her at the unconscious figure in her grasp; he was certainly an interesting one. Kirishima still couldn't shake the feeling she felt when she first looked into his eyes; she had immediately felt a bond of kinship.
Fierce, brave, stubborn, and seemingly unbreakable, he fought passionately and with expert ease, with no movement wasted or without purpose, and it was a sight to behold. She had never been so inspired in all her life; how could she possibly stand by and let such a creature perish? So when she saw him ensnared, she leapt to his side without a second thought.
Things were certainly about to get much more interesting from here on out.
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Set Me Free
FanfictionFem!Kirishima x Bakugou // Medieval Kiribaku AU ---------------------- "If you're sticking around, I'm not going to spend the whole time saving your sorry ass," Bakugou snapped before pausing and taking a breath. "We're even now..." Kirishima's eyes...
