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6. First Rush...and Swift Fall

5. Feeling like a dragon

4. Enter – Epic City

3. Beginners Luck

2. Let's try this out

1. The Future of Gaming

ROAR!

on 2005-12-13 04:53:35

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Holy.

So this is what it feels like, being thirty feet from snout to tail and half that from pad to shoulder, all muscle, sinew, bone, scale, and FIRE!

I craned my long, lithe neck back, admiring the smooth, tight, light red scales of my flank and the heavier, thicker, darker ones that gave way to fine, green tinted spines that ran along my back in twin ridges. I rubbed my head with a paw, feeling the fine frills along the sides of my neck...
And the tail! A tail! It swung back and forth, a powerful weight, as naturally as if I'd been born to it.

I stood there and I stretched. The very action was exhilarating. So much so that I couldn't help screeching in exultation.
Heads turned my way, grinning. They knew what I was going through.

But I didn't care.
They could stare. Stare all they wanted.
Because I could feel it.
Power

Power to shatter a boulder.
Power even to twist a man in half and swallow him whole...
...That thought gave me a moment of pause, though.

The draconic overriding of my brain slowed a bit, and I stumbled a bit as I headed off into a different area of the cavern system...that was odd enough, that I could see so perfectly without any light at all, as if the earth gave off its own, weird light.

Distracted as I was, just getting the hang of four legs again, that I smacked right into a considerably larger dragon.
And let me tell you, hitting a forty foot-tall mountain of muscle and armor-hard scales is no fun at all.

The larger, blue dragon helped to steady me, dizzy as I was, and I muttered a thanks...a strange, resonant, if oddly smooth sounding thanks...the musical tone should have warned me before...

"Didn't hurt yourself too badly, miss?" the other dragon rumbled, no silver currant to his rock-shaking voice.

Miss? I wondered mentally, my mind blanking at the word, too shocked.
"Miss?" I repeated dully.

There was a pause. The sort of silence you could cut with a knife.
Then he started laughing.
I didn't understand...I felt embarressed, angry, and hurt all at once for no reason I could fathom and couldn't respond.

His chortles were stifled fairly quickly, though (which was lucky for him, anger and pride were sooo winning out,) and rumbled an apology, "Sorry...Random, or hit the wrong selection?"
"Random," I muttered, annoyed. This whole dragon trip had soured considerably...or had it?

Stupid naturalizing functions. I had to force myself to summon up the antithesis to acceptance.




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