A/N: Yeah, I lost the jazz for this one half way through…sorry if it gets crapptacular toward the end.
Inexplicable
Bowen glanced at the sleeping beast. Somewhere within himself he knew the truth. The dragon knew the tale because it was his heart the beats in Einon's breast. The strangest thing is that the knowledge didn't disturb him as much as it should.
He knew, long ago that Einon was just like his father. He denied it though. Lord did he deny it. He wanted to believe that there was still good in this world, that not everyone had become corrupt. He found it, but not where he expected too. The good of the world lay next to him, asleep.
When the dragon fell back, his shoulder searing with pain, Bowen felt his heart wrench. He still didn't understand how he had come to care for this creature so much in such a short time. Bowen stared at the stars, tracing the outline of the dragon stars.
Draco, the same name he had given to the dragon. He wondered still what his name was, Though he doubted he could pronounce it, the knowledge would comfort him.
He pulled the blanket over him, shifted against the course fabric. The feel of the dragon's scales pressing into his back was somehow comforting. He smiled at the soft thump of Draco's heart, comforted even though half beat in the breast of an evil man.
He knew they would not last, and, deep down, he feared that he may be the one to take the dragon's life. The knight pushed those thoughts away, not wanting the silence and the cool caress of reptilian scales disturbed.
The creature shifted, stretching the leathery membrane of his wings. The feeling was unfathomable, a friendship with a dragon. A companionship so deep that it burned like a fire through his veins. He prayed to the skies that this dragon's life be spared, that whatever pain will be eased.
Draco's eyes opened and he questioned the knight. Bowen smiled, it was, indeed an odd bond he had formed.