Thursday, October 21, 2004

Part III
Again sorry for not posting sooner, but here's the next part.

The dragon flopped around until it found its feet. It fanned out its damp wings to dry them. Vanilor and Sylvencia communicated with a series of whines about the dragon. They finally decided they would keep it. Vanilor cautiously moved over to it. The dragon, during this time, had retreated to the corner and curled up in a ball. Vanilor sniffed it then lay on the ground next to it. The wolves lay with it until it awoke. When it woke they took it to the mouth of the cave. The tiny creature clung to Sylvencia's fur on her neck. They exited the cave and headed east. The wolves had decided that the crevice was to small to raise a dragon, so they were going to search for a new home. They walked several miles before stopping to rest. They found a shady clearing near the river. The wolves stooped downto get water. The dragon spread its wings and glided to the ground. Its forked tongue lapped up several sips of the cool liquid before fluttering up to Sylvencia. Vanilor helped it up and they were on their way again. The little group found a tiny clearing that was just large enough for them all to lie down comfortably, and it was in a dense part of the wood so they would be protected from the elements and larger creatures, but that would not stop insects and rodents from crawling through.

Six Months Later
The tiny dragon was no longer tiny. If it spread out its wings they could cover both Sylvencia and Vanilor at one time with room to spare. The wolves had discovered that their 'child' was male. He had taken to flying at an early age, and Vanilor had taught him to be stealthy so all in all he was a deadly assassin of both the earth and sky. One morning the dragon went out to hunt with his adoptive father. They were on the trail of a large herd of deer, and were ready for a feast. They had almost reached a meadow where the deer were gazing when suddenly, a deafening shot rang out. The deer all spooked and bolted. The two hunters sprang into action but were unlucky. They ran over to a dead deer that must have died when the shot rang out. Suddenly another shot rang out and Vanilor slumped to the ground, dead. The dragon looked at his father in surprise. Once he realized he was dead, he raised his head and roared a deafening, mournful roar. Then he thundered towards the forest to the source of the shot. He found a very startled hunter crouched behind a bush. In a flash of talons and teeth, The hunter also slumped to the ground dead.

All right if this is getting to depressing for you I encourage you to keep reading, it will get better. I promise. This is actually turning out to be quite good, in my opinion. Thanx for reading
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