| R'nitd-Lorn-Ramfrf-Arkriko blinked open his eyes and stretched from claws to head to tail and wings. A small beam of light penetrated through the cave entrance and sparkled off a few gold coins in the treasure horde Arkriko (We'll call him this for short.) laid on. That pile was his pride and joy, not to mention his furniture. On top of a ledge was a young princess sleeping, curled up in a ball. She soon awoke and jumped immediately to the back wall. "Are...Are you going to eat me?" she asked timidly. "Is that all you care about?" Arkriko asked, flicking a golden ring with one massive claw. "All yesterday you asked me the same thing. I'm sick of it and I might just eat you to shut you up." That small inkling of a threat was a big mistake on his part. The princess threw back her head and tossed her long blond hair over one shoulder . "You'll be sorry for kidnapping me! My father will send many men for me! A gallant knight in shining armour will come and slay you." "Ugh." Arkriko said, making as disgusted a face as a dragon could. "Princesses only get saved in fairytales . Real knights are cowards or weak fools." Her high and mightiness stuffed her nose further into the air. "You wait and see! A prince will come and..." Arkriko didn't stick around to listen to the rest of her rambling. He loped somewhat gracefully out of the cave and fully stretched his wings before soaring up into the air. He circled the mountain several times, breathing in the cool air and exhaling jets of grey smoke. Spotting A glinting figure on the ground, Arkriko quickly looked down. Judging by the fact that the sun was reflecting so brightly off the figure, it could have only been one thing. A knight. Filthy creatures. Arkriko swooped low and landed heavily, blocking the entrance to the cave and pushing a huge gust of wind at the knight. The knight, wearing no helmet, shielded his eyes with one arm and when the wind had faded he stood upright and tall, pushing his chest out. "I am Rufus Bogartum Geroviscel the twenty-second and a half. Son of Rufus Senior and cousin to Sir Alami of ausage. Uncle to Heerimi, the descendant of high priest Edmund who offered sanctuary to a poor man who claimed his friend may have seen someone on the street who looked like someone who could have been royalty." Taking a deep breath, the knight continued. "I have come to save the lady Gwendoleerela, daughter of king Luthyfur, from your evil clutches, now stand aside or I shall have to slay thee." Arkriko didn't move. "Very well, you choose the tough route." The knight known as Rufus lunged at his draconian foe. Turning slightly to the left, Arkriko plucked Rufus out of the air and threw him a few yards away. Scrambling to his feet, Rufus made another lunge. (There aren't many sword moves you can use when fighting a dragon.) Arkriko sent a huge spray of fire at him. Ducking under the flame, Rufus saw his chance. He performed a few unnecessary somersaults before he reached Arkriko and nicked him with his sword. Actually the cut was about two inches deep. Arkriko pounced on the knight. "You little prick!" he mostly growled. Rufus landed on his back, shocked. "You can talk?", He asked stupidly. Arkriko stood with one great big forefoot pushing down on his adversary. Rufus was now starting to have trouble breathing because of the weight on his chest, but he groped around for his sword nonetheless. Blowing a hot puff of smoke at him, Arkriko muttered, "That hurt." He then bit the knights head and ripped it off. Entrails flew everywhere as he whipped the disembodied head into a neighbouring forest where it thunked satisfactorily against a tree. Peeling the armour off like tinfoil, Arkriko viscously, but gloriously, ate the body of the knight. Picking up the sword, Arkriko entered his cave to rest for a while. That annoying princess was still rambling on so he tossed the sword on the pile and bit off her head to. Spitting it against the wall, he thought to himself. What an eventful day. |