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DRABBLE: The Last
Tuesday, March 10th, 2009 05:33 pm.
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The Last
"Time was," he coughed, sending out a tiny puff of dispirited grey smoke, "I could breathe a blasht of fire that would shinge your damn eyebrowsh off!" His cold eye held a fierce little spark that soon faded out. The old dragon bowed his head and smacked his lips, licking his last three fangs.
"But my fame went with all the gold," he sighed, and turned to move back into his cave. "Nobody wantsh to hear about the old daysh anymore." The scrape of his scales along the ground faltered, a slow limping drag, the echo of a long-ago grace.
Thanks to
shirebound for the inspration.The Last
"Time was," he coughed, sending out a tiny puff of dispirited grey smoke, "I could breathe a blasht of fire that would shinge your damn eyebrowsh off!" His cold eye held a fierce little spark that soon faded out. The old dragon bowed his head and smacked his lips, licking his last three fangs.
"But my fame went with all the gold," he sighed, and turned to move back into his cave. "Nobody wantsh to hear about the old daysh anymore." The scrape of his scales along the ground faltered, a slow limping drag, the echo of a long-ago grace.
