Dragons

Deep in a cavern a dragon lies dormant, resting much like dragons do. As it exhales little puffs of smoke float out its nostrils. Although harmless in appearance it has the ability to destroy once awoken. It's heart beats in such a calming manner almost daring you to get a closer look. Its breathing sounds of music; an almost soothing  melody. A false sense of security urges many to wake the dragon hoping it would bring them pleasure. They crave for its sharp talons to rip into their skin. Yearning for the dragons teeth to sink into their flesh so that they might finally grasp some sort of happiness. They don't fear the dragon like most. They crave the moment the beast will awaken and stain the ground red once more. They no longer fear the dragon; his painful and scorching breath become an addiction. Every time they wake the dragon they crave it more and more. Until the day they are unable to lull the beast to rest Despite the warnings they will continue to wake the monster from its slumber and start the cycle once more.