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In the Caucasus, there are many hiding places for us, and... also for them, hunters, cryptozoologists.

Emile, was one of them, and lived in Sochi.

The forest was lush and we took advantage of the place to rest a little.

we were very, very tired.

I slept between my mother's legs and we had settled in a cave covered with vines and ivy in a complex of rocks that was difficult to access.

We waited until the evening to get a little active and hunt at night.

With our night vision, we could see as if in broad daylight and everything was as peaceful around us.

There was a small stream just at the base of the cave and Mom was half outside, her legs hanging from the edge of the hole in the rock.

I went down from the hole and walked 7 to 8 meters away and a click was made silently. Apparently, the cave was under surveillance.

What irritated Mom was the GSM signal transmitted by the small photo box camouflaged between the trees.

She felt the data flow every time I walked by.

LA lalalllan I bathed in the stream and sang my mother's songs from when I was little. I was dirty and full of crust and I didn't have any more... Actually, I'd never taken a bath before, except for the mother licking... ew.

I took some foams and rubbed them on to scrub my leather and make it shine.

It was like new skin.

Hey.... EEEEHHH???

MAMA! Help!

Rudia got up and put herself on alert and jumped next to me.

"AAAAAAAAAAARGHHHH! I'm losing my skiiiiiiiinnn! Hiiii I'm going to die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

HAHAHAHAHA laughed and laughed Rudia out of it, but she changed her mind, remembering that she had made me suffer enough as it was.

"You are a dragon and a reptile. Your skin is renewing itself. You lose the old one like a sock.

It is the thin skin covering the scales that leaves. If she goes away in one fell swoop, you're in great shape. If she goes to pieces, you're weakened.

So you are????

Me: "Fit..."

"What are we going to do with my skin?"

Rudia: "Here, nothing...except a cushion or a decoy!

Put it in the bag, it can be used later!

I felt like I had a double inflatable...

Strange.

Emile had his shotgun and always big game ammunition but also dart spears. He liked to capture, measure, count and even ring. He put all his data into a notebook that he put online and completed a large database for zoo-lovers, which gave him small and welcome bonuses to make ends meet.

He got into his jeep and went on to assault Mount Elbrus.

He used to climb upwind to pick up his cameras with automatic shutter release.

if someone or an animal crossed the infrared sensor, the camera would then turn on.

He thus had a magnificent collection of game views.

When he arrived about 2 kilometers from the cave, he parked the jeep and walked away.

Mom used to bathe in the sun and take a nap and I used to try to catch little fish.

I had made small dams in the water and a small passage and sometimes, hop, a frog. And then a fish.

The frog looked disgusting to eat. Slimy, slimy... plus I was still a girl. Shit, what the hell am I doing!

I dreamed of lasagna, juicy sausages and I started looking for a little bbq.

A few stones here and there and I made a grid with dry wood.

Oh yes, light the fire.

No lighter....but I'm a dragon.....

I blow and blow and just a stinking spray beuargh, it looks like rotten egg.

I cracked in my mouth and saw sparks, very small in my reflection in the water.

Mom told me she had to give me her fire... but I was still a baby just weaned...

I was bored... I needed friends... and mother, although she had put in a lot of effort, she was freezing my blood. When she got up, I always had terrible anxieties. It's like making up with a father who beat you... I mean, we were counting on each other.

But Mom never had this head posture hanging on the rock... Her neck was hanging abnormally from the edge of the rock...

"Mom? Are you all right?"

"Mom????"

Her tongue hung out of her mouth and didn't react...! And, there was like an object with feathers stuck in her mouth. A dart!

They poisoned Mom!

Noooon.

Hunters! Hunters!

I shook her. Mom, mother, Mommy, hurry!

No reaction. She was breathing but sleeping deeply.

I took my Dragunov and my bag of ammunition and took shelter behind a bush.

Then I heard some creaking.

Hunters.

I thought about tightening my scales well. And to the shield as she had explained it to me, but I had never been able to do it before.

A man with a big gun pointed at Mom seemed to be looking after me.

He touched Mom with the butt of the rifle to see if she was sleeping well.

He was a good hunter, having fooled Mom, finding her, finding her weak spot and putting her to sleep.

He took a net out of his bag, armed it with springs and placed it at Mom's foot and covered it with leaves.

It was supposed to be for me!

He took pictures and went on the lookout.

I then walked towards the trap and threw a branch at it and it closed in the void.

Then he pointed his rifle at me and shot me, but I had the reflex of hiding behind a stone.

Ping, made the dart on the stone.

He ran in my direction and then stopped suddenly, seeing me pointing it with my dragunov.

Kashak brought the ball into the room, the security unlocked, my finger on the trigger. I couldn't miss it at that distance.

He was paralyzed with fear, and raised his hands with his gun over his head.

"How is this possible (in Russian)...?"

I understood, but I couldn't speak.

"Mom! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" and then I started blowing.

He put his gun down and put his hands up.

I felt something behind me and a step crushed a twig. An accomplice came behind me with a net and threw it at me!

BANG!

I shot and the hunter collapsed, a bullet in his heart.

Shit, I killed someone.

The gun had gone off on its own.

I had the net on me but I knew that by struggling it would be worse and I turned around and saw a club fall on me but I had time to point the gun through the mesh and BANG!

The man collapsed, wounded in the lung

A walkie-talkie was on and it was Russian.

"Dmtri? Dmtri? Did I hear two shots of another caliber? Hello? Are you all right?

I'm coming with the others...! Wait for me here..."

Shit.

I went to Mommy and shook her up and took some water. I took off the dart and pushed it;

MOTHER! MOTHER! Wake up!

I then decided to hold a seige!

I pulled the men near mother and I lifted the man up and un-pinned a grenade and put it, the spoon against the corpse.

As soon as they move it, it'll explode and I'll shoot the second one. That'll be two less.

I also set a trap on the way to the rock. A wire stretched at ground level, connected to a grenade linked to a tree.

Then an escape route by jumping into the void to another rock, higher from where

I will be able to snipe them.

I barely had time to finish my preparations when a pickup truck arrived with 5 men

They saw my mother asleep hanging, her tongue out and they also saw the 2 men lying dead.

One of them arrived near the corpse and knelt down and saw the wound:"

"SPETZNATS!" He turned around looking at his buddies and pushed the corpse and BOOM!

The 3 bodies were thrown into the air, partly shredded.

The other 4 received small shards to varying degrees.

Roolll rol roll.

"граната! (GRANADA!)"

The jeep exploded and one of the men was wounded in the legs

SCHTAK!

One collapsed, a bullet in the head and the other three fell back into the woods.

"The dragon is too important to leave him here!"

Who's shooting at us?

"Emile informed us that there was a smaller one, but it shouldn't be a problem."

Armed with their guns, they headed for the promontory and the wounded man, limping, pulled on the rope with his wounded leg.

He instantly moved from the status of injured leg to death to the whole body.....

"There! It's the little dragon shooting at us!" They're monsters! Let's avenge Dmitri and Emile!