...release me... -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 22:07:03 04/15/04 Thu
Author: my soul
Subject: ...release me...

What meager sunlight the moon's pale surface reflects into the atmosphere glitters along polished royal purple scales and sleek membranes, and the shadows conceal a cerulean belly and wing undersides. Sapphire ridges shine with a wicked gleam in the filtered light of aging dusk, and two pinpoints of molten silver seem almost too luminous in the darkness. The long-bodied dragon crouches over a small, glowing box, restlessness sending idle ripples of movement down a sinuous tail and short, compact limbs.

For a long while, she is motionless, patient, docile.

Then, something within her chest snaps, and the beast leaps up and backwards, away from the box and her passive, lax position. Violet-sapphire wings that seem too large for the slender frame expand and beat downwards with enough force to powerfully send the dragon into the star-spattered sky. She twists, lithe and supple in her serpentine length, and pumps her wings with untapped strength -- she spirals into the night's cool air, dancing on the winds that caress her sleek body, and forsakes all that is human and worthless below her.

Somewhere deep within the woods -or, perhaps, in the middle of a vast arctic tundra- a lone wolf howls into the night.

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