Dallying Dragon

Dragon:

Might you... know who I may be? Why, I am that which scales everlasting... overflowing with fiery rivulets... it is I, a legend of fables...

You might think I do not exist, for indeed a Chimaera I may be, and some might think I shapeshift to my heart's desire, verily...

In reality, though... I have only, thus far, discovered how to communicate... how to use this language to convey that which I mean...

How much, though, does it truly matter if not many even mind? Why, I can almost camouflage myself out there, why then...

It is not so much that I need to say this, but it is a tale that can be told, nonetheless. That is, if you wish to listen...

It is not something that I needed to say, but now that you are here I kind of feel like I need to, so... can I?

Butterfly:

I do so happen to be a mere butterfly, here, just minding my own affairs, merely trying to blend in the realm of the terrible lizards...

When, suddenly, I see a transformation, for some reason... not a physical one, mind, but indeed... a psychological one...

Why am I even thinking about this? I am not entirely certain... but what seems odd to me, regardless of the fact I am a hued moth...

What seems odd is how dinosaurs have merely shapeshifted, almost, to dragons, which clearly resemble them... but entirely within minds...

Why is that, I wonder? Could there be some psychological seed that merely expands upon previously existent forms? Some sort of root?

I am not sure, as I have stated... but, I desire to find out, and being that I happen to find myself at the time, and place, of these lizards, I strive to know...

Dinosaur:

Here, I am thus... pinnacle of existence, or at least physical expanse, verily... only time and all the possibilities in a galaxy may stop us, truly...

The adage later adopted by tyrants everywhere, for I am that of which lizards fear, whereupon all else derives... (now if only my hands grew...)

That of which I referred to... might, bestowed by physical prowess... why, mammalian supposed tyrants can only watch in envy, for theirs is no physical difference!

Why do they, truly, even bother to attempt to justify superiority...? How, when some are even smaller than their surroundings...? Makes no sense...

Verily, I proclaim, only a bigger object could ever be our downfall! Not even lava could quench our path! We lizards are the epitome of life, never shall we be smaller!

This amount of oxygen... it almost makes me feel like I could reach to infinity. The giver of life, the builder of physiques. To be imbued with thinking...

Pterodactyl:

I am... flight everlasting, lizard taken to the air. I surely do not have a need for anything that might attach oneself to the ground... all is adequate, in the air...

Scales are, truly, the only shield I need. Feathers? What might be those useful for, ever? What strange genomics, really, would produce such affairs...?

Why, I surveil all which lay under me... and while others capable of flight could do such a thing... surely they would get hot with feathers, so...

What is it with evolution and sizes, anyway? Surely, we could only ever go upwards? Myself, in the air, but either way... surely one does not get smaller?

I mean, that would make no sense, right? Even future mammalian collectives seem to invest in the idea! Although, I suppose, they are collectives due to such inherent weakness...

Wait... why am I even thinking this? Should I not merely be wondering about my next dining sensation, or such? I suppose, brains are monkeys after all, even if one is a terrible flying lizard...

Donut:

I am...! Wait... how in the world do I even have a central nervous system sufficient to even think this...? Am I not merely a donut...?

This is so confusing, verily... all I ever seemed to do in the past is soak myself in sugary delight, but now I am here, haughtily declaring myself...

That sweetness that everyone craves... why, I bet I can get even dinosaurs addicted to myself! That would totally bring their downfall!

Really, though, should I not, theoretically, have no consciousness? I mean, why else would a donut have such a thing?

I do not get it... and now that I think of it, could all prior and future donuts also... ruminate, like this? Does evolution not function according to need?

Wait, perhaps... it is the sugar? Maybe it is such a potent food that even by merely sitting on me, it... awakens life within me? I mean, what is the alternative...?

Cat:

Hm... meow? No, that just would not do, not when I am reasoning to myself, surely... what is all this, anyway? The world is so bright, garish really... very distracting.

Why am I an orange tabby, anyway? I do not even, somehow, like bright hues, despite being not only a cat, but an orange one! As if a cosmic joke was foisted upon me...

What do I think about... dragons? Do cats even know about them? Are they not some strange, mythical creatures that somehow popped into existence like, say, the much smaller elves?

Elves, now those are someone I could trick and jest with... but they do not exist, either! So, why invent such ridiculous notions, especially when there are so many existent creatures...?

Like the platypus, now that is a strange, quasi-mythical creature that is actually real... I have never, as an orange tabby, seen such a creature personally, but I happen to be familiar with its more popular animated counterpart...

Say, if I meow, what sound does a platypus make? It could be a quack, but perhaps not as the rest of its shape does not concur with a duck's, so... I am overthinking this, am I not...

Dove:

I hereby bring thee... peace, and whatnot. Or, perhaps , peach... and that might be why peace is never present, mostly... easily misspelt, you see, and leaders have no time to spellcheck...

Are you wondering why doves symbolize peace? No, me neither... how am I supposed to know? It happens to be just some weird association... I tell you, I had certainly nothing to do with it...

If it was up to myself, I would rather be associated with parties, and such... what, you do not know how often doves party? Almost every night, certainly... just before flying over conflicts... or was it after?

Dragons? Oh, well, I suppose that is a more non-existent life than my career as a peace ambassador somehow while I party... I mean, at least I exist... myths are, well, myths...

If I had to conjecture, though... and, yes, that word is somewhat difficult to roll one's tongue to form after a party, that is if doves have tongues... dragons are a form of...

Should I spell it out? You know what form I refer to... deep within the mind, one has a template... when many minds have the same thing... you get strange associations like partying doves and peace...

Centaur:

Dear, now we are getting in deep, are we not? I mean, at least dragons are semi-coherent... but a creature like myself? Whatever nightmare dreamt me up? Only a chimera equals my strangeness...

I suppose I am one of those, too... when the term is applied generically, that is. I am, verily, what dreams conjure up, for there are few species in reality which can genetically reproduce, and such...

Do not, though, mistake me for anyone with a medical background... oh no, my only background is a tail which I seem to have no use for, and the foreground... is burdened by the aforementioned...

That is... sometimes a combination is not very functional, but hey, if Chiron succeeded in some areas... perhaps I can too? Role models and all that, no? Even for legendary creatures...

What would the psychological template for centaurs be, though? I mean, what possible use are centaurs to the imagination? Are plain old horses not sufficiently fun to be with, or something?

Sometimes... I do not get the point of myths, although I suppose as entertainment they succeed. Still, why should my life be merely entertaining? I... am alive, no...?

Dragonfly:

I am! That which flies, and is yet is the only remnant of mythology, verily! What does this mean, you are wondering? Well... I have no idea, personally...

I mean, in what world am I at all similar to a dragon? Do dragons have a singular, tube-shaped body, and tiny limbs...? That is a no... so... why?

For the sake of all that is scaly! Just because you ran out of reality within your legends does not mean you should push the burden onto some random creature who has nothing to do with your strange fantasies!

Well... at any rate, that is my rant for the day... I mean, theoretically even actual dragons can fly, so why in the world does my name make it sound like I hold the exclusive capabilities...?

I know, I know... you have not come here to hear me complain, so I apologize for that, but I have been ever so frustrated since learning about my name, and our namesake... just need to release this valve or my wings will be itchy, see...

Do not mind me too much, though... although, I am sure you would not, just as most do not, and merely go on to some other confectionary to babble oddly, while I buzz about attempting to bring reality into imagination...

Bear:

Hello there. Oh, you are surprised I do not merely growl and attack you, are you? Well, it is not all I do! I also, as it happens... can tell you a tale of contrasts, if one can call it that...

That is, pandas. I mean, why in the world do they look as if they are my sibling when they are so much more... cuddly?! It makes no sense... unless, of course, it was a ruse...

In the sense that... what if pandas evolved just to give a false sense of security to others about myself? In a way, then, creatures end up not fearing me, which is not quite my desire, but...

In another sense... it might make it easier for me, then, to go about with others unaware of my ferocity. They might think all I ever do is roll about and bounce balls, too!

Seriously, though... why is it that is all pandas ever do? Do they not have any sense of professionalism?! We are huge, growling, furry, fearsome creatures!

I guess, though, all pandas can do, realistically, is fool around, and... get dirty. I mean, it is almost like evolution functions contrarily, here... their dirt is so obvious, and clearly indicative of their... nonchalance!

Fox:

I am, yes... as it happens, as if an amalgamation between two species, but where the legend for wit comes from? Who knows, who ever does know, indeed...

Not that I am not, mind... but which fox ever explicitly revealed such a thing, and if not how did anyone else even come to such a conclusion? Was it mere logical deduction, perchance?

I mean, I suppose that is possible, but then how? As what I do, mainly, is flitter away as soon as strangers approach, but all life does that... so, again, what strange mental concoction conjured it up?

It is mainly a psychological byproduct of whichever processes come up with such impressions... no? I wonder what it could be, though... it could conclude decisions on what is uncertain, but leave, say, crucial communication astray...

That is one such issue, is it not? I mean, so much technology, time has passed, and yet inter-species communications is nowhere to be found! Oh, do not mind this... telepathy is, verily, another level...

So... instead of all the empty certainties of logical dopamine release, per se... would it not be time better spent if such a holistic effort was instead made to truly realize objective actualities? I know, I know... I shall let myself out...

Egg:

No, no... you are not imagining this... I, an egg, am truly communicating with you... somehow. I am, in fact, kind of trapped here... but it is not the sort that would make me want to escape the situation, exactly...

I shall start from the beginning... well, as an egg, or more specifically, what is inside of it... I am inside of what is, essentially, a biological house, but not exactly... for the geometry kind of gives me a stiff neck, you see...

Otherwise, though... sort of similar. This means what, though? It means a whole... more so than any other kind of shelter, except that it also restricts further as well, which is how the whole is achieved... good thing I am not conscious for most of the time...

In a way, then, even if most other such structures fall short of a fortress... well, even eggs are not as sturdy, but they do provide the additional nutrition which sturdy metal does not... which is good for everyone except volcano snails, who seem to like said fortresses that one can still, somehow, get inside...

The point of that? No idea... point of life, more generally? Also have no clue about... in fact, why in the world have I suddenly come into existence? Can I not? Being unconscious, left to drift into the infinite nothingness... was certainly better while it lasted, sort of...

See, I am already getting tired of all this, and I have not even hatched yet... life randomly coming into existence was such a mistake, I swear... it was so much better when chemistry was merely inorganic, I swear... sort of...