User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom What Do's/@comment-34263048-20180402215908/@comment-30700719-20180402235917

I yell an oath as I fall off, tumbling to a halt in the dirt. My bags go flying off the caravan, and I mentally thank whoever did that. I then let loose another stream of oaths as I see what appears to be an avalanche rolling towards me. I throw my arms over my head, curling up into a ball. The avalanche just kinda...rolls over me. I poke my head out, get to my feet. Apparently, the avalanche either hadn't noticed me or ignored me, and both options left me standing on the side of the road. Luckily, for self-defense, I had my survival knife still on me. I sighed and picked up my pack. Men like me have two choices in life: wait around for something to happen, or go out and do it. So I started walking in the direction that the sentient avalanche went. Because logic, yeah?

It was some time after that I crested a rise and saw one of the carts. Rushing forward, I saw a man come crawling out from under it, followed by his wife. "Tell me; how washing was the damage?" The man cast a glance to the Cornie beside him, then muttered, "I would rather not speak of such violence and devastation before my beloved Cindra." I nodded. "Verily so." I continued along the trail, noting the increasingly damaged carts, with wheels torn from the axle, huge pieces of wood smashed off, and even a wooden lean-to that took quite some time to be recognised as the cart ahead of me (pre-jettison). After that, the destruction began to spread off the road, too. Trees big enough to stand inside were felled with recklessness unparalelled. I returned to the road, this time openly wielding my knife in prediction of trouble.

A good half a kilometre or a full kilometre down the road, I bring my eyes off the carnage to see the offender, the means of all this; the Fossil, currently hilting the second-in-command inside her. She slams down upon him one last time, and his head throws back in the unmistakable yell of orgasm. He sucks in air for his screaming lungs and falls limp, both metaphorically and literally. The Fossil eases herself off him and gets to her feet, searching for another man. "What of this? A monster, seemingly unsatisfied by twenty and four score men? But how of this could be?"

The Fossil stood, and faced this soldier, from a different life;

"Oh, I think I have almost had my fill, but would you try to stop me, to hold me quite still?" I sighed, and bore my blade.

"I must, for no such thing in the world of man, may come to his terms, not in this land."

She grinned down at me, exposed everything to me, "Then come strike me down, if that's how you see."

And with a slash and a swipe, her skin was not ripe, as it appeared to be of bony stone.

"Then if you cannot run me through, then simply j'ai du, that I be fed once again."

She fell upon me with a fire in her eyes, an expression stronger than the most powerful dyes...

''The curtains fell on the theater, and the audience clapped and whooped and hollered. The playwright looked around at the people of the day, and smiled. "I have truly done you proud," he thought.''