Describing Borgheos was more like describing a map than a dragon. Several continents covered his back, from the tip of his tail to his fins and even his head. A constant source of heat emanated from his head to the middle of his spine, making volcanoes and desserts near those spots, and artic climates at the spots that went more away from them. Underneath all that, between the landmasses and the actual planet sized dragon, there was a thick layer of scales made up of dark matter that protected him from every other single material in the planet.
A photo from outside of him would reveal his body was comparable to a mountain range, with his belly being by far the most great of all of them. His head would look like a cliff, and his fins, like hills.
Loneliness was his entire life, as there was nothing like him in the universe. So near to both The Divines that made him, and the mortals he was ordered to protect. Being a living planet was a lonely life. Swimming trough the safest route he managed to percieve, he wandered countless galaxies for countless eons, and that was all his destiny for the eternity. He was one of the lesser gods, but a god, and he was actually happy with that, despite the solitude.643Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqzWt1uElNv
He, in fact, was not totally alone. He had his own sun, and his own moon, his siblings, Brell and Nuvia. They were ordered to keep their relative routes and speeds as they were made, just like him, so there was very few moments to actually talk to them.
As the solitude progressed again at his heart, his parent chose to grant him a gift. The Insight. Now he was granted the ability to see the little mortals living in him. He saw entire families, little ones growing happily, greater ones overcoming troubles and elders keeping the order. And as he saw all that happened down there, he realized that everyone had his duty in life. And so he had.
Yes, it was a lonely job to be a god, but every single being at the universe has a purpose, and he was there, to fulfill his no matter what, because, sometimes, even the gods have gods.
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