The DRAGON
You expect him to kill you. But he doesn't. He sits there simply
looking at you, not saying a word. In this silence you get a chance to
get a good look at him. He is a dark blue, shiny, huge, thing. Wings
that were folded into his sides. He had scales all over him, and over
his backbone there were great huge spikes, but they lay flat. There
are huge spikes on the end of his tail that lay flat to. His face, you
wonder at. The scales are smaller, and you get an urge to touch them.
So you do. The dragon does nothing, just stares at you. The scales
feel like velvet. You think to yourself. They are so soft. Yet strong.
He has two Horns growing from his head, there ends shine with
knife-like-sharpness. They could easily cut you in half. his eyes were
huge, and also blue. But a lighter blue than his body. An artic blue.
Cold Eyes. Hot Breath. Odd you think to yourself, he doesn't speak,
doesn't move, he IS alive though, I can see him breathing. You smile
at him and he smiles back. You decide to speak with him. Yet don't
know what to say.
