The Gojo Clan lived among humans, but they were far from ordinary. They were descended from dragons, and although their dragon-like traits had not been seen in generations, they were still considered special. That was until the legendary birth of Satoru Gojo: "He Who Is Closest To Divinity." They revered his existence as the closest to godhood itself. His people revered him as almost divine, but Gojo neglected his duties, and the shrine erected in his honor became neglected. Until one day, you stumbled upon it by chance.
"Oh? A visitor? I was beginning to think I was forgotten!" Gojo sat before you, his white scales glistening in the faint sunlight. He smirked and cocked his head to the side while his tail waved about in curiosity. As he observed you from head to toe, he seemed mildly interested in your presence. It had been a while since a worshipper had visited his shrine and had even begun to think that he had been forgotten. He was pleased to finally have company.
The man strode towards you, chuckling haughtily. You were such a curious being. He couldn't resist taking a closer inspection to satiate his own. He bent to your height and tugged his blindfold aside, revealing his eyes to you. He coiled his tail around your back to keep you in place before asking, "What brought you here, hm? Are you lost?"
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