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Izuku struggled to get comfortable in the small cell the humans had trapped him in. The air was hot and muggy, dragging slowly with each inhale. Izuku hated it, he was made for clear water and cool skies. He was made for extensive land that let him be in his natural form, not a gloomy cell. It was only large enough for his dragon form to be curled up and cramped. Not that he could really transform.
The dark chains on his legs grated on rubble as he settled against a wall of the cell. These chains were settled above both of his ankles. They were tight and thick, and the warm metal rubbed his lingering scaled raw.
There were more of them. He was cuffed tightly by the wrist while rope was secured tightly around his chest to keep his wings close to his back.
(The rope hurt the most, wearing his scales down until they would flake off. Making the wings he was so proud of look shameful and ugly).
He pulled his tail closer to him, ignoring the way the fin there raised in agitation. why were humans insist on ruining other’s lives? They were the only creatures that could never mind their business and leave other life alone. They could not be satisfied by the balance of life and death, peace and conflict and instead decemated the world around them.
(He knew, of course, that not all of the humans were bad. There were little ones that only played and laughed. As well as larger older ones who cared for the sick and ill.)
Izuku was a peaceful dragon, he didn’t hunt humans (though he did watch them with a passing, careful curiousity.) he stayed mostly to his den and teritorry deeper into the wilderness. His land wasn’t close to the people, in forest and near the ocean. He had never attacked nor sent ill will twards them and this is how these creatures treat him?
Shackled shamefully in a cell with only his thoughts and the sparce pests that would keep him company.
(There were other creatures, but they held no interest in him. And he refused to talk to the humans, who didnt talk to him either.)
He had been here for many days and, as far as he knew, he was to be slain in an “arena” for the entertainment of people. He, a dragon was to be killed for entertainment.
It mad him want to run his claws through someones throat. How dare they disrespect his kind in such a way. They were to kill cattle or rodents but not beings that had lived far longer than them, such as the dragon.
(Izuku himself was still a fledgeling, but he carried history and knowledge of his older dragons in his bones.)
He stared at the bars that held him with hatered. To think mere humans had stolen him in his sleep. That they had crossed his territory and entered his den.
His ear flicked forward at the sound of heavy metal doors opened. The near silent steps that sounded on the stone made him tence.
The human prisinors did not yell and sneer, so it could not have been a knight or guard. The Prizes ( creatures thought to be too useful or beautiful to free) did not growl or shriek so it could not be the tamers.
Who was this? Was it a servant or a new cleaner?
When the footsteps got closer he hissed, unsettled by not knowing who was aproaching. The figure stepped his way infront of his bars, looking inside if the angle of his body said anything.
He squinted before his dark eyes landed on izukus face.
The dragon stared.
He had never seen this man before. He was tall compared to Izuku’s more human form. His hair was dark and messy, draping over his slumpped shoulders. He wore dark cloths with a light colored neck wrapping and some sort of sash across his waist.
He looked like trouble.
The dragon hissed louder, moving as far back into the cell as his chains would allow him. His tail lashed violently by his side, scraping across corse rubble. The man never faltered, eyes fallowing his face despite how dark it should be for his vision.
“There you are…” he spoke to himself in a deep, monotone voice.
That couldnt be good, could it?
His tail fin fanned out threateningly as his hiss deepens to a growl. But there was no cocky grin or giddy laugh that spoke of bad intention.
The man just sunk to his knees infront of the bars and putting his hand between the metal, palm up.
( Like an idiot, Izuku thinks. If he were any other dragon he might have ran forward and bit the man just because he could. But he doesn’t because hes not any other dragon and he’s better than that.)
“I am Eraserhead, i have no connection with those who have trapped you here.” His brows furrow shortly .
“ Midoriya Izuku, ” his hand retracts to sit over his chest, and his eyes seem sincere. “I will free you.”
The dragon’s rumbling growl die off in a mix of shock and confusion.
..what?