October 9th, 2008
The dragon struck an intimidating pose. His muscles coiled. He pounced, straight at that cursed child. His teeth stuck deep into the shiny dress and found the sculpted flesh of her calf. He snarled, and then put all his effort into biting her and even managed to break the skin. Oh, she would learn quickly. He knew that.
Jezebel was shocked. The lizard thing wearing pieces of her dress dared to strike out at her! She was angry, so angry, in fact, that she forgot about her early unhappiness. She shrieked, flailing her leg in an attempt to get the creature off her. It worked, and she watched, fuming, as it landed five feet away.
“What was that for, you overgrown lizard?” Jezebel screamed. The dragon’s tongue snaked out and he yelled back. “You stole my idea! I was the most beautiful thing here. You hairless rat got jealous and stole my idea!” And he charged.
He leapt for her arm in hopes of grabbing her “scales” and ripping them off. Of course, he missed. But his body collided with hers and knocked her to the ground. He tried to bite. She tried to hit. All that seemed to happen was that they got muddy, really really muddy.
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