Once the blanket for the cottage of a lonely boy, Vladmir Cherkovsky now only watches him through his mystic Pearl. Every noodle dragon in the frosted mountains of Qinqong is assigned a child to comfort and protect, to curl around and warm, but a macrocardiac curse got in the way of Vladmir's guidance. The warmth felt through floofs and cuddles expands his heart, and it would seem that the cure would be heartache. Other noodles pay him an occasional visit. He can be found coiling around the stalagtites in his cave and doing sit-ups to keep the blood flowing. They have to turn to stone before the introductory noodle-wrap, though, lest they cause his heart further damage.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Vlad
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