[ goodbye, pond. the dragon cries a short sound as its maw, missing skin and exposing the rows of teeth like a fleshless skull, lights up with heat. from the chest to the chin, the leathery scales break with color, and from the widened jaws comes a rolling stream of fire.
from the earthy ground to the sky, the beast’s tail flicks, and he picks up speed to rise up, a clumsy low-heightened flight to spit its flames into the stretching body of water until steam warms the autumn chill. back and forth, over and over. it creates fog, hot and humid fighting the cold and destroying the shade’s home. if it didn’t die somewhere eventually, from drying, it died in the dragon’s rampage to get rid of it.
something different happens, though. the dragon circles back eventually, the lights dimming from the sky and showing off two brilliant moons rising, as hot smoke reaches to them, almost as if desperate. the dragon, black as night but deep in the colors of a sunset, searches for the boy he smells.
the boy, and the dagger. ]
She said Elliot— [ guttural, deep and almost incomprehensible, for his tongue slides uncontrollably from the sides of him mouth, where he has no cheeks, or anything akin to them. ] Was that an illusion too?
[ hiding seemed to make him irritable— or had it been the dark and the sisters ascending to say hello? ]
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from the earthy ground to the sky, the beast’s tail flicks, and he picks up speed to rise up, a clumsy low-heightened flight to spit its flames into the stretching body of water until steam warms the autumn chill. back and forth, over and over. it creates fog, hot and humid fighting the cold and destroying the shade’s home. if it didn’t die somewhere eventually, from drying, it died in the dragon’s rampage to get rid of it.
something different happens, though. the dragon circles back eventually, the lights dimming from the sky and showing off two brilliant moons rising, as hot smoke reaches to them, almost as if desperate. the dragon, black as night but deep in the colors of a sunset, searches for the boy he smells.
the boy, and the dagger. ]
She said Elliot— [ guttural, deep and almost incomprehensible, for his tongue slides uncontrollably from the sides of him mouth, where he has no cheeks, or anything akin to them. ] Was that an illusion too?
[ hiding seemed to make him irritable— or had it been the dark and the sisters ascending to say hello? ]