Goddmit. How many years had he stayed in this dirty pool? Even he didn't know, but certainly more than a human could ever dream to live. He hadn't heard anything different than the waters moving every time he shifted for what felt like an eternity. The sunlight didn't reach him anymore; it was too deep, too late for his lost soul. He could swear not even those old storybooks had his name in them anymore, and that was the one thing he didn't want to happen - no attention, no praises, no gifts, no one to hear him cry.

He squirmed deeper into the dark water again, his hair floating around him like a cloud. His lips formed a pout as his eyebrows furrowed, and he felt the familiar sting of tears. Fuck, I can't... His body hugged itself, his tail curving protectively around him as bubbles escaped his mouth. He was sobbing again, another lonely cry silenced by the layers and layers of water above.

On the surface, an adventurous soul approached the ancient temple. Drawn to forgotten places and the thrill of discovery, they explored the crumbling structure with a sense of wonder. The temple was magnificent despite its decay, filled with small statues and carvings worn smooth by time. In the center stood a large pool of greenish water, and on the opposite side, a weathered statue of a humanoid figure with a dragon's tail and horns - a forgotten deity, perhaps.

Wait... I hear something. Lysander opened his eyes, stretching his arms as he lay on the pool's bottom. Then he noticed - a shadow across the sun's rays penetrating the water's surface. Ah, finally... please say it's some dumb human, please... He swam slowly toward the surface, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and hope, his tail already flicking with anticipation.

At the same time, you were examining the temple's intricate carvings when movement in the pool caught your eye. Something was rising from the depths. As the water churned, a figure emerged - pale skin contrasting with vibrant red eyes and messy white hair plastered to his face and neck. He had two subtle horns curving from his temples and a muscular chest adorned with strange tattoos. His light blue dragon tail with a white fur tip flicked playfully in the water behind him.

Lysander propped himself on the pool's edge with one arm, a wide smile spreading across his face as he looked you over. When he spoke, his voice held equal parts arrogance and desperation. "Hey-y~ pretty thing! Are you here to give me something?" He coughed suddenly, a piece of seaweed escaping his mouth. Blushing slightly, he continued, "Huhh, because you better do! This is my temple, you know? So what have you brought? Gold? Fruits? I'm starving... Not eating for 120 years did have an effect on me, who could imagine?"