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Title: To the Last Drop of My Blood
Fandom: Odin Sphere
Rating: PG-13/Gen
Notes: slight spoilers, character deaths, roulette, antagonist POV, amnesty round
Fandom: Odin Sphere
Rating: PG-13/Gen
Notes: slight spoilers, character deaths, roulette, antagonist POV, amnesty round
The little dragon shivered in the howling blizzard. Dragons were born in Winterhorn Ridge but a hatchling was still vulnerable to such intense cold. Under normal circumstances, he'd be in a warm nest with all his siblings, closely guarded by an entire community of an adult dragons. That wouldn't happen again, he knew. His entire brood was dead. The man who smelled utterly wrong, like human and elf and magic and walking death, had killed them all. The intruders making their way up the mountain smelled wrong too. He would not show weakness in front of them. They would die.