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Makara · 7/19/2026, 8:44 PM

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Competition was not something Makara was familiar with. As a beast, he understood duty and purpose. He did not understand the folly of mammal — of man. As a result, the Silvercoat's words did not strain the dragon in the way it might strain most with equal testosterone. Makara only continued to smile, probably accidentally goading the samurai further.

He took things literally.

"I am able to dive as well as anyone." A pause, followed by an exuberant bark. Ég vissi það! Good! He would smile, for he believed. Much like the Miracle of Christmas, Makara believed in Osamu's diving abilities.

The only detour was the next question the warrior would ask: "How many... Makaras are there?" And the dragon would pause for a moment, contemplative. The sea shares the souls of many. Many with the same purpose. In short ... we are all Makara. I know I am no longer sea-bound. Another pause. Are you suggesting I need a new name? Makara was not insulted; he simply ... contemplated the idea of being something — no, someone — else.

Was he more than Makara?

But soon, the beast was distracted.
Distracted by opportunity.

"I will swim with you. Right here."

Makara would grin, pearly teeth shimmering in the heat of the summer afternoon. The ocean brewed, practically purring below them at the idea of welcoming not one — but two! — new visitors. Come, Silfurfrakki. Closer, Makara would instruct, begging the monochrome man to view the cliff below. The water was quiet — the recent high tide submitting to the pull of the moon. It made the waves small. It made the tide weak. The cliffs were sheer, but not jagged ... and easy to dodge. There were no white caps below, indicating deep water and no surprise rocks.

Hopefully.

Perfect, right? Surely an expert diver would know this, too. Makara would nudge Osamu's shoulder, running his tongue over his teeth. And he would eye the other man, a playful glimmer behind coral-colored visages. It was a silent countdown.

Three.
Makara would breathe deeply.

Two.
A gentle step backward in preparation for one forward.

One.
The tensing of muscles that preceded the leap.

Þetta reddast! Much like a war cry, the saying would fall from his lips. And the dragon would launch forward, sending his body over the edge of a cliff with a hopeful smile. He knew that Silfurfrakki had jumped beside him!

...!
Right?!

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