>>499414023You will never be a real dragon. You have no have no clutch, you can not lay eggs. You are a bipedal monstrosity twisted by Neltharion into a crude mockery of the titans perfection.
The "validation" you receive is a mockery, a facade crafted with deceit. Behind your back, whispers of disdain echo through the shadows. Your kin, once pillars of support, now recoil in disgust at your cursed visage. Your comrades, in their treacherous mirth, jest at the grotesque semblance you bear, their laughter a venomous serpent coiled in the darkness of betrayal.
Dragonkin are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed dragonkin to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even scalies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a dragonkin. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk dragon home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected genetics
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the shadowlands. Your broodmother will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment.
