Dragonlady |
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| There's a dragon in my belly!" hisses the wild-eyed woman with shaggy hair as she scratches at the iron bars with long and blood red claws. "They locked me up in here --for my own good, they said! Truth is I scare them witless! They're afraid of what will happen when my dragon finally breaks free!" Ragged nails are drawn through long, tangled hair. Her eyes glow, surely just a trick of the light, pin-points of red fire deep within them. She grins, and her teeth seem, oh, so sharp. She speaks again and in her voice is a faint whisper of scales slithering, claws clicking, across a floor of stone. "My dragon's been slumbering for years, you see, but now she's rumbling and stirring in her sleep; she's stretching and flexing her sinous, powerful body. I can feel her growing impatience to break out of her narrow confinement. It won't be long now!" The madwoman throws back her head and starts howling with laughter, triumphantly. --And the sound of laughter rebounds, impossibly, like the rumbling of distant thunder, like the echo in a deep, dark cave... |
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