Sinister evil..... -- Duke's Chambers

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Date Posted: 23:06:17 04/03/02 Wed
Author: Kavish
Subject: Sinister evil.....

There begins a black dot in the clear blue skies. The smudge widens, and takes form, outlining curving black wings attached to a slender, lizard body. As the abstraction swirls downwards, there begins to form horns, talons, rows of smiling teeth, glaring naked from the glittering scales reflecting the light of the sun. For there is no light in this creature. The apparition finally settles upon the square towers of the mansion, acrid nostrils testing the airs. Yes..his old flying grounds. Drawn by an irrational attraction, the lizard slinks downwards, billowing ebony wings draping the slithering body regally, the ultimate paradox. Excellent, not a soul occupying the place. Carelessly, massive muscles bulging with tension, the dragon rips the roof straight into the air with one taloned paw! His tail, long sinewy, and twice his length, carelessly bats the flying roof into the hill, where it smashes into and hangs from a large oak tree. Twill be a wonderful location to begin his lair. Caves in the mountains just weren't like a man-made house. The castle would soon be his own...A sound, akin to a chuckle, but dragon-like, emits from flexing nostrils, if it could be called that. Dangerously, so does a puff of smoke. Crafty orbs, dark as midnight, with no flecks of the sun, suddenly come into focus. Twas his time. Stupid people, driving him from the castle that had been given him!!! Black fire consumes him, hatred....

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