The famous inspector, the one Drick's people had been talking about on the radio and television, stood before the dragon. His reputation was not exaggerated; he was a formidable figure. The dragon was taken aback by the unexpected encounter. He could see that this inspector was a skilled hunter, and it left him feeling vulnerable.
Drick's men had secured the area, expecting to confront criminals and perhaps a dangerous pet. They certainly hadn't anticipated facing a colossal beast like the dragon. It was a testament to Drick's cunning.
Inwardly, the dragon felt conflicted. He wanted to reach out to this inspector, to make him understand that he wasn't a threat, that he wished for friendship and help. But he knew he was on the wrong side of the law, and he needed to think quickly. Violence could only lead to more violence, and he had a hunch that this inspector wasn't inherently malevolent.
So, he decided to put on a show, to act like a well-trained pet.
Drick's voice cut through the tension, ordering his subordinates to halt through his Bluetooth device. In response, the police and the sniper held their positions, frozen by uncertainty.
The sniper, however, hadn't noticed the dart falling to the ground, or so the dragon hoped.
With great care, the dragon shifted his posture, keeping his mouth still with the deer inside. He couldn't close his mouth entirely due to the deer, but it was a calculated risk. He gently placed the deer at the controller's feet and feigned distress, closing his mouth to hide his formidable teeth, his weak point.
The inner surfaces of his mouth were built to withstand heat and electricity, but they were not invulnerable.
Then, in a surprising display of submission, the dragon nudged the deer toward the controller with his snout, tongue lolling out as if inviting play.
Drick's face turned pale when he noticed the three unused darts lying on the rocky path behind the dragon. He knew the situation had taken an unexpected turn.
"Nobody make sudden moves," Drick instructed over the microphone, realizing that conventional weapons were useless against this colossal beast.
As the standoff continued, the dragon, hidden in plain sight, utilized his smartphone's Bluetooth connection to discreetly contact the local police office. He dialed the number displayed on the phone, hoping to find a witness since he didn't know Drick's mobile number.
"Hello, Police Department, can anyone hear you?" The dragon's electronic voice cackled with mischief. "HAHAHAHAHA! I have your inspector standing right in front of me, face to face with my beast. Tell him I've taken hostages at the nearby campsite, and I've got something he's been searching for. If he doesn't hurry up, I'll write to Winnie the Pooh with the campers' blood! HAHAHAHAHAH!" The call ended abruptly.
Suddenly, a phone in Drick's vest began to ring. After a perplexed look, he tore his gaze away from the dragon and turned his attention to his team.
Drick decided, "Let's leave the beast here. It's a giant pet and doesn't seem aggressive. We have the master nearby, taking hostages at the campsite. We need to move quickly."
With that, the dragon assumed a sitting position, wagging his tail innocently, observing as Drick's team hurried towards their vehicle and helicopter, concealed nearby.
The vet, the only one remaining, examined the situation. "What are you, some kind of steroid-enhanced crocodile? A pterodactyl?" he mumbled, stunned by the bizarre encounter.
In the end, he volunteered to stay and search for the elusive beast, while his colleague signaled his agreement.
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Approaching cautiously, the vet extended his hand toward the dragon, as if to establish a protective barrier, although it seemed rather comical given the circumstances. The dragon noticed the vet taking out his phone to take a picture, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. The vet quickly withdrew his phone, and the dragon ceased his grumbling, but he maintained an eerie smile filled with sharp teeth.
In a surreal twist, the dragon's mouth hovered just inches away from the vet's head, causing the vet to tremble in fear. Suddenly, the vet produced a chocolate bar from his pocket, offering it tentatively. The dragon, observing that it was a regular chocolate bar and not drugged, turned his head towards it.
The vet unwrapped the chocolate and separated the paper from it, a sign of goodwill.
Approaching cautiously, he extended the chocolate bar as if luring a dog. Normally, the dragon would have employed his intelligence to demand the treat. But for now, he played the part of a well-trained animal.
His mouth watered at the sight of the chocolate. His usual instincts screamed to manipulate the situation intelligently, but he needed to maintain the façade of a trained pet.
With his tail hidden behind the vet, the dragon started to smile, a grin brimming with teeth. The vet, engrossed in the dragon's jaws, stepped back, stumbling and falling. The dragon followed him, his jaws coming closer to the chocolate bar, a single tooth brushing against the vet's finger without harm.
Frozen in place by terror, the vet whimpered and pleaded, "No, no, have mercy, don't eat me!" as the dragon's jaws closed around the chocolate bar, a tooth scraping against the vet's finger but causing no injury.
His posture frozen by fear, the dragon proceeded to lick the vet's face, his tongue dripping with drool.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AH? I'm still alive!" the vet exclaimed in disbelief. When he attempted to look at the dragon, the dragon turned his head away, revealing a vibrant green eye that bore into the vet's soul.
Slowly, the dragon retracted his snout, allowing the vet to see his immense size. He roared triumphantly into the sky, displaying his full stature. The vet hadn't noticed the dragon's wings and fins before, but now they unfurled, making the dragon appear even larger.
The dragon then picked up the deer in his mouth and retrieved the chocolate bar wrapper with his claws. He showed the wrapper to the vet, then discarded it in a nearby garbage can next to a public bench.
Speaking in the draco language, he growled, "grwwll, glrrlrlw growl," a gesture of gratitude for the chocolate bar. With that, he leaped into the air and took off with powerful wingbeats.
What should I do now? I'm tired and hungry!
The dragon knew he had to disappear before the authorities closed in on him. He realized that if he stole something, they would track him down. If he attempted to flee by land, dogs or humans would pursue him. His current location was overcrowded, leaving him with no other option. He needed to head north, perhaps to Siberia or the Urals, where he might find sanctuary.
An idea sparked in his mind: could he take the train? However, his enormous size posed a risk, as he might collide with a tunnel or bridge. A glance at a nearby map revealed another option—the river and the Oder Canal. He decided to head north, at least temporarily, to put some distance between himself and his pursuers.
"Chief, Boss, we didn't take you seriously when you mentioned a 50-foot flying alligator that acts like a trained dog and likes chocolate," one of the officers remarked, a hint of incredulity in his voice.
The other added, "But come see what we found."
They showed Drick the buzz on social media about a new photo they were calling the "weeping pterodactyl." The name was derived from the dragon's visible emotional display.
"Yes, that's him, and a very good picture," Drick acknowledged. "Tell the press it's a hoax, just a photoshopped image."
"But why, Inspector?" one of the officers inquired.
Drick replied, "I have a hunch that we'd be making a grave mistake if we let this information leak to the press. We could end up regretting it later. Our priority is to protect the public from panic and safeguard this extraordinary creature. Perhaps it's the last of its kind, and its value is immeasurable. Isn't that right, Vet? After all, you let all those animals go free."
Meanwhile, in a clandestine meeting among cryptozoologists and zoologists:
"Look at this picture. It's incredible, isn't it? I can assure you it's not a hoax. This group of photographers is reputable and wouldn't risk their credibility."
"Yes, this might be the greatest discovery of our time. The specimen appears to be in excellent health, and there are no signs of genetic mutation or manipulation. It seems to be a purebred of the legendary dragon or perhaps the great Wyrm. It bears more resemblance to a Wyrm."
"Yes, while dragons are often depicted with three pairs of limbs, this one has two pairs, with functional inverted thumbs. It's a fascinating subject for study."
"We need to halt our ongoing research and make this creature our top priority."
"Locate, observe, gather samples, and if possible, capture it. We know very little about it, but according to sources, it's had interactions with children and hasn't shown aggression. The Vet even established contact with it, and it seems to have a liking for chocolate. Be cautious; it appears to be highly intelligent."