Dropping everything, you were able to dive out of the way just in time, your clothes snagging on branches as you fall into an adjacent bush. So much for your sword... glancing up, you confirm your suspicions; the monster was indeed a Drakulard, allegedly the largest, fattest species of dragon. It's at least the size of a three story building. The beast rubs over its massive potbelly with one clawed hand, using its other to pick at its crocodilian teeth.
You shiver. You were prepared to fight monsters, but this Drakulard was way beyond your paygrade. You squirm a bit, further hiding in the foliage, seeing as there was no option to flee without it seeing you. You lay there, idly examining it, waiting for it to leave. The beast sniffs deeply, seemingly picking up somethings scent... uh oh.
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