Hot air puffed through slitted nostrils in a sleepy, slow gust. It rustled the gold coins nearby, but didn't disturb the pile the ancient beast was resting on. A rainbow of colours flashed across the magnificent scales that glittered in the reflection of all the valuables and gems scattered around. Safe and sound in its protected lair, the dragon slept easy.What do dragons dream of? Of what more is in their life? Or something bigger, grander, and unachievable to such a stigmatized beast?... more

bile boiling in stomach, bubbling up to the esophagusshards of silver gnawing underneath the skinprickling, burning, aching, crimson spilling, heavingrays of silver emanating from the woundsflickering with specks of red and white of tendon from viscera and acid harrow is risingribs separating, allowing a bitter fire engulf entiretyan ashen vulture erupts from the bare depthsparalysis prevails anguish as its wings spreadwith a daunting howl the beak parts in hunger fragments of ash and... more