Up hill and over dale the beast raged, scaly skin and jeweled corset glinting in the lazy sun. An S of smoke trailing from his nobbled and flaring. An eye that burnt a magical trail across the eye of the casual witness.
A heavy stomp of talloned foot, a whimsical flick of leathern wing and the farm is gone, become it's own memorial cairn. Livestock scatter like flies from a nudged corpse. And yet the dragon pounds on without pause for repast.
A ripple and a twinkle on hill grows to stickman in dale and knight amongst rubble. His garb is best burnished French steel, covered with a surcoat of white and red. Straightbacked in a high saddle, he cluches reins and lance, tighter.
After pausing to search for victims, he follows the trail.
12.9.06
Euphamism
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5 comments:
I like this.
Much more subtle and much less homophobically stereotypical than mine.
Yes - I was on much more morally sound ground. Though to be fair, it would have been better if the hero had been a woman...
It would have been better if the hero had been a woman and if there were naked pictures accompanying the piece.
Well crafted, Sir Radar.
Ta very much...
agreed on all counts.
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