Talk:Dragon/@comment-27671745-20160125032812

Here is a story for you. You are out walking one day, away from your village of birth; away from your troubles, for but a little time in the wood. You farm, you rest; you endure: a simple life, underated in its simple joys. You come back home. But upon the bend to an overhead pass you see, there is no longer home. Abodes stand now as cinders, the same as the cribs of children in some. Your mind burns. Your chest heaves. Your mind numbs,even though you want to pray. Your legs gain newfound strength as you run into town, and, maybe with dust in your eyes, because you start to cry. You enter the village. One foot crunches, upon a black, melted something. Shock careens though your leg. And there, where your eyes, and perhaps mind couldn't undertand before, it starts to clear: a body contorted, arms up to its face, like in fear. A young woman, no older than a young teen lies there, not breathing. Your chest tightens, and, you feel your heart split in two. That foot slides to the ground, followed by buckled knees; you. Your muscles tire, and ache. Your throat stings. Your eyes burn. Screams claw out your throat. All that comes out is a chocked, murdered cries. Thoughts of friends, family; pale reflections of their deaths.

Your head turns, slowly. That's when you see her, or it. You see scales, and wings; claws. You have a moment to react. You could run, fight, talk, or perhaps trick her. You have a knife in your pocket. Anything could be happened; has happened. You have one chance. How big are your hearts gentlemen? ( for one cute girl, and hopefully a misunderstanding)  :)