I can't believe it. Sunlight is dead. I begin to cry, my teardrops becoming more red than clear. Blood. I'm so depressed, I don't even realize that I'm starving myself until I notice that I can count my ribs. After this, three guards take me and place me in a cave with iron bars. During the day, I just sit and brood. Another guard, one who introduces herself as Midnight tells me to come out. I mess with her.
"But I might miss all this crumbly black stuff that rubs off the bars." I say. "Or the itchy mat and the uncomfortable bed."
"Hmm.... I see." She says. "Stay here." Stay here? I think. I'm trapped like mouse in rattrap. What do you think I'm going to do? Go insane? Go for a walk? Kill the guards? She comes back with a key. "What are you doing?" I demand. This is ridiculous.
But I don't realize she has other plans for me.
Hot. Baking. Stone. The ground is burning to the touch, and I have to keep jumping to avoid being burned before I realize that some dragon is breathing fire, trying to keep it warm before they pour ice. I was beginning to get used to the heat! I think furiously. This is very annoying. Then they release him.
It's an IceWing.
Arrogant, stupid, brainless, whale-heads, good-for-nothing horns. Ugly posture. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Arrogant freaks. Always thinking, "OH, I'm so pretty and I'm going to put other dragons down BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT. And we are SOOO superior. DUMB, DUMB MUSH HEAD ICEWINGS! I'm so angry. Does Whale-head think he can beat me? This will be easy. SO dumb. I growl, and suddenly rear up on my hind legs, flare my wings, and bare my teeth at him. He crouches, like a cat ready to pounce. He introduces himself as Blast. I know a lot of IceWings: Gleam, Shiver, Rudolph, Christmas, Trespass, Glisten, and Wolf. Oh yeah, Frost and Fox.
The fight. Its bloody and awful, and he has lost one eyeball. I however have both fatal wounds, and I bet he's thinking that he can outlast me. And then I explode. I EXPLODE into this humongous fireball of rage. I claw at his neck and bite at his head. Then he clocks my vision, and I fall to the ground, gasping for air. Or trying to. Then I scream, "HOLY MOTHER OF FIREBALLS!"
"But I might miss all this crumbly black stuff that rubs off the bars." I say. "Or the itchy mat and the uncomfortable bed."
"Hmm.... I see." She says. "Stay here." Stay here? I think. I'm trapped like mouse in rattrap. What do you think I'm going to do? Go insane? Go for a walk? Kill the guards? She comes back with a key. "What are you doing?" I demand. This is ridiculous.
But I don't realize she has other plans for me.
Hot. Baking. Stone. The ground is burning to the touch, and I have to keep jumping to avoid being burned before I realize that some dragon is breathing fire, trying to keep it warm before they pour ice. I was beginning to get used to the heat! I think furiously. This is very annoying. Then they release him.
It's an IceWing.
Arrogant, stupid, brainless, whale-heads, good-for-nothing horns. Ugly posture. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Arrogant freaks. Always thinking, "OH, I'm so pretty and I'm going to put other dragons down BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT. And we are SOOO superior. DUMB, DUMB MUSH HEAD ICEWINGS! I'm so angry. Does Whale-head think he can beat me? This will be easy. SO dumb. I growl, and suddenly rear up on my hind legs, flare my wings, and bare my teeth at him. He crouches, like a cat ready to pounce. He introduces himself as Blast. I know a lot of IceWings: Gleam, Shiver, Rudolph, Christmas, Trespass, Glisten, and Wolf. Oh yeah, Frost and Fox.
The fight. Its bloody and awful, and he has lost one eyeball. I however have both fatal wounds, and I bet he's thinking that he can outlast me. And then I explode. I EXPLODE into this humongous fireball of rage. I claw at his neck and bite at his head. Then he clocks my vision, and I fall to the ground, gasping for air. Or trying to. Then I scream, "HOLY MOTHER OF FIREBALLS!"
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