I suck at titles

Recently I have been listening to some fantasy novels on tape...no not dirty ones with Fabio on the cover, ones with dragons and dudes in plate armor and chicks in chainmail bikinis. This has led me to think in terms of knights and dragons and the like. Because of that I have been toying with certain unsavoury ideas. This is one of them.


Her terrible wrath is known by the entire realm for years; as is her beauty. In a way, she is a freak of nature, but she has managed to make it work for her.

She is a minidragon.

One might think that this would make her less terrible, less frightening, but one would be wrong.

To behold her is to know unbridled fear and unmitigated terror. If you are one of the few who can withstand her all incompassing aura of unfathomable fright, would describe her as follows:

Her bright eyes glow with an inner fire which can range from a calm soft brown when she is excited and playing with her food, to a stormy blackish brown with fiery sparks when she is in total rage. One could lose their soul in those eys, and possibly even enjoy it until one of her claws guts them.

Her face is perfectly molded and symetrical, and the beauty is only marred by a mouth full of razon sharp teeth, which one will never confuse the use of.

Her sacles range from a shimmering onyx on her back to a more radiant dark red on her underbelly. These beautiful scales which reflect a light that may actually be radiating from inside.

Her tail is formed by some sort of good. The perfect shape that invites awe and terror. The tail ends in a sharp point with a barbed tip.

Though her legs may not be long, her legs are shaped to support her frame and provide a counterpoint to her solid frame.

What mortals fear is not her appearance, the true terror resides in her mouth. Her tongue is reptilian and it lashes out to catch those unaware. It can knock a grown man down with a mere flick. But even that is not the true terror. When she opens her mouth one of two things may happen. She may charm you with her spell. She can spin your mind in on itself with her sweet tones, and draw them in to her trap.

But if she wants to be destructive, if the whim hits to obliterate all she surverys she can use one of her two fierce breath weapons. She can breath fire, immolating anything in her path. She will incinerate your home, your clothes, your flesh, your very soul.

When she feels particularily mean and spiteful, she won;t burn you in a gloriously short fire of rage, but rather spit out acid. This acid slowly corrodes everything it touches. Once it works it's way through your clothes, your outer defenses it begins to work on your flesh. Seering pain enters the picture at this point.

The acid seems to have a mind of its own. It feels as if it heads straight for your heart, where it can do the most damage. One would think this would speed up the process of sweet ecstacy and the release of death, but the slowness of the acid betrays you. It slowly works its evil on your heart, breaking it down on a cellular level until it finally devours the last remaining piece of your heart, and life finally ends as you know it.

Now that you know what we are dealing with, one more thing needs to be said about the minidragon. That is, she is mini. Not young, not jouvenile, just small for her species. This, all the the sages agree, is what makes her even more terrifying. This is what makes her mean spirited and ravenous for your soul.

The minidragon, whose name is lost in the mists of time, lives in an unknown lair. The bards tell of glorius treasures that lay inside. She has been hoarding her treasure for sometime, and no mortal save her slave has seen this treasure, and he does not speak of it, out of terrible fear.

This is the complete picture of our evil foe, of the scourge of the realm.

What remains for our hero is to figure out what to do with the dragon in order to save the world from her evil.

Like most true heroes, ours doesn't even know he is a hero yet. We can only hope that he finds his true nature before she does; because, if she does, she will surely kill and silence him forever. This is her way, her self preserving way.


Happy birthday Alison.