《I, the last black dragon, 6 year old. (TOME 1 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)》FURRY ATTACK
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Me and my new friends were running at high speed on our noisy machines
We even posed it to make selfies.
Each motorcycle was personalized and only the stapled badges and tattoos showed the hierarchical order in relation to the group's Alpha.
They were men, modern knights.
Their bikes reminded me of obsolete horses and we followed the group.
But they wanted to have fun. Actually, they were all friends.
They took life on the bright side.
Fill up when the bike is empty and they were all going to the station together. We were eating together.
We drank together and those who had girlfriends, well, kissed each other
Then came the bets where the less wealthy but luckier ones tried their luck.
Concours de force
Then a strong man said to me, "So, whipper, do you want to try arm wrestling?"
Me: "No, you'll lose your money and it'll be a fight... and as a demonstration I raised it by the arm, with one hand."
Ohhhhhh
"Thanks, little man, you would have plucked us..."
But I had not said my last word.... Discreetly I threw myself out by force on the smallest ones and the tension went up a notch.
The bikers were overexcited.
Losing bettors started to fight and with some discreet spells of strength, the fight resulted in a total destruction of the gas station.
Our infernal horde continued on its way until we met a bus full of stuffed animals...
I don't know why we didn't stop, but the biker column was following the bus.
We also followed to watch.
Argentrix laughed when he saw that the giant stuffed animals were people dressed as wolves, foxes, pokémons and other animals.
We too can have fun with animals....
Jiffy!
Yippy!
HAH!
We took our appearance as dragons but of human size and rode our bikes laughing.
But the spells had not yet ended and the bus stopped at a hotel.
There was a convention of character enthusiasts but bikers don't like stuffed animals, 3/4, still drunk from the brutal drag at the station held by who knows what miracle on their bikes.
One of them shouted: Game! The hunt is open!
They scolded their bikes and broke down the hotel door. The bikers entered the corridors and in the middle of the convention and made their engines roar, filling the room with exhaust gases.
Total chaos.
I was bent over backwards but I was sick to my stomach for these poor victims but I loved the chaos.
The worst thing is that the enthusiasts lived their passion to the end and some were naked in their costumes and could not get rid of it.
One of them asked me, if it was me who had made my dragon costume and that it was well done. But I answered: I am a real dragon....
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He believed me when I blew ice on the ground but one of the bikes slipped on the plate and threw a table with decorations in it.
Seeing that things were getting out of hand, I wanted to calm the masses and furry people started hugging bikers. Some were too foggy with alcohol and some scenes were forbidden to be described.
But the exhaust fumes irritated the people and the party turned to despair and 19 people were intoxicated.
We didn't ask for our rest and flew away leaving them together.
Argentrix and I laughed like whales: "You should have seen his face!"
We each kept a leather jacket as a souvenir of our chaotic getaway.
Then we went to the Giant Redwood Park.
And then we went hunting!
it was a dark and dense forest and my darling had left on her side and I on mine.
We were in our dragon form and rushed down the woods without stealing. It was the only rule: don't steal.
Quite quickly, we came across smells of prey that we could identify, but this time it was Argentrix the prey!
I arrived near a camp and avoided making noise to frighten people and receive a buckshot.
I hadn't forgotten the whole sausage thing!
She should go by the river, she was dying of thirst!
The bed and banks of the river were made of huge rocks forming a clearing and the stones were heated by the sun.
So I hid in the shadow of the rocks.
The river flowed on some rocks and it made you want to swim.
The weather was superb and
I wanted blood....
I spotted two ibexes and zapped them.
A couple of deer also finished under the assaults of my greenhouses and I gathered wood on the rock to avoid causing a forest fire and so I prepared tonight's meal.
It was going to be a dragon feast.
I gathered pine cones to give more flavour to the meat, some dragon spices to season it all and a little whisky that I always have in my bag. to warm us up a little.... Later...
CRcht... quickly, in darkness...
Argentrix, a stomach on legs smelled the smell of fresh and marinated meat.
I looked at her from the darkness and this time, no pretence.
She looked for a trap and laid a leg to steal my hunt.
She had also brought back game but she had HAM??????
How did she do it?
She bent down to drink and I stood silently behind her and she jumped when she saw my reflection in the water and she wanted to jump but too late, with her head in the bag!
She couldn't see anything!
"I got you this time!"
You cheat! And I climbed on top of it and we hugged each other: "You lost and I'm going to eat you! GROOOOOAAAAAAAR! and we made love.........
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After our frolics, we put together the results of our hunts and made a dragon feast.
The smell of cooking was strong and the flesh was very tender and tasty spicy.
Eating nature was something we missed and something different from the awful canteen.
Then, embracing both of us, we would each chew on our bones to extract the marrow.
Crunch Crunch Crunch Croc!
CliK???????
With a keen eye we noticed tourists coming down the river who got scared but others, more courageous or unconscious, hid behind the trees to take pictures of us!
Then I looked at them seriously: GROOAAAR! you don't want to take pictures of our privacy", I grumbled!
People were amazed that we could speak English.
I wasn't paying attention to them until one of them had a rifle and pointed at Argentrix
ZZZZZAp!
The lightning struck him, knocked him out!
It all happened so fast that no one understood...
Some campers asked us if they could sleep nearby and I refused for safety's sake and they asked me what I was doing in this world.
I told them that I was the last dragon on earth and that I worked for the state and that I was a free citizen, that we had a house, a family and a job like everyone else.
One of the tourists was a midwife and told of her experiences with home and clinic deliveries and care for newborns.
Argentrix was fascinated and her eyes sparkled and went between the tourist and me.
I knew right away what she wanted......
Being a mother in turn..........
We were good at the edge of the fire and, lying on our backs, Argentrix spoke to me seriously.
"Ivan, you know we've had a lot of sex lately, if I have eggs and they're viable, I'll keep them, okay? We're starting a family, right?"
I look her in the eyes, beautiful eyes that reflect fire and stars... such beautiful golden eyes...
"How beautiful you are, Argentrix....I wonder what to call them and what colors they will be in?"
My beautiful began to purr and closed her eyes by pressing her cheek against mine, her tail tangled with mine.
She was the dragon of my dreams, beautiful and kind, affectionate and a little mischievous. Always in a good mood.
Me: "Argentrix, if we ever have to be separated, I'll never get over it!ever. I love you too much to lose you...
She said, "My big doggy, but no, I'll always be with you!"
We fall asleep in each other's paws.
Tourists saw how much we loved each other.
The next day, while flying, fighter planes flanked us and signalled to us to follow them.
We landed on a military base and I recognized my pilot friends.
One of them approached us with his helmet in his hand as he stepped off his F16.
Ivan, Argentrix? Put this on!
We had a harness with black sensors on it.
Pilots: "MARRIAGE SURPRISE:"
"We're going to do an air fight with you!
It's our wedding gift!
An aerial lasergame!
The suits were quickly put on and fled.
Quickly, the F16s were on us.
I loved it.
I could also shoot with lasers
We quickly ran between the gorges and the canyons to compensate for our lower speed with our agility.
I cast a spell of favourable winds for both of us, combined with a speed spell.
These spells reduced our resistance to the wind while increasing our speed.
It was exhilarating.
Six planes were on our tail.
Quickly we dodged and tried the body to body and only a few meters separated us from the axe when we appeared when it straightened up and I too straightened up, my stomach almost touching the plane.
I was out of range of his barrel, in a blind spot.
I say on the radio: you're dead! my heel would have ripped the belly off the plane.
The first pilot admitted defeat and took some distance to watch and film the battle.
One of them came at me and we barely avoided each other, except that argentrix was hidden behind me and she shot the pilot and his light indicated that he was hit. "Lost" he said..."
Already 4 out of 6 is too fast! Then 2 more appeared from behind each of our pursuers and a missile simulation launched to hit us, (a real missile was fired but just had to hit us without injuring us)
I was hit but Argentrix shot down the third aircraft. Then it was his turn to be shot.
The game continued with a game of escort and dragon vs dragon and team vs team where we had 3 planes at our disposal each against the other group.
At the base, we met enthusiasts, former pilots and veterans.
we were surprised again with a TEX MEX buffet bar at will!
These pilots, whom I knew from the base, were also on leave and suspected that we were going to get "married".
In fact Argentrix used another custom and marriage didn't really make sense because of the ties. But I, being a believer, it was unthinkable to get married without a ceremony..
But one of the pilots came to find me:
You are summoned to Congress tonight! But don't be afraid, we'll come with you to defend you if necessary!
They had brought with them our uniforms so that we could be presentable and not like animals.
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