| I mutter a curse that would have done me proud back when I was a
man as we all get on the dragon mage's back and take off in the direction
that Fred points.
Fred the Faerie Dragon
Washing away......
I'm washing away. My humanity slipping faster and faster away the more
and more I try to hold onto it and something is replacing me with a new
me.... The more I lose of the old and gain of the new....the less of the
old do I miss and the more of the new I rejoice at. It's an odd, ghastly
feeling made worse by the realization that, though through tricker, I had
given up the only shield that I could use in defense of myself.....my old
self....that is. I fee the beginning tickle of....things in my mind that
speak of something new.....eldritch. Something that is both exciting and
frightening. That said.....
.......
New or old.....whatever......as of right of this moment I'm scared and
scared badly! The old part of me is scared for my life.....scared of death.
The new.....fey...part of me knows something. Something not quiet clear
as of yet, but still it is scared of what will happen if this......creature
that is digging frantically. I feel like screaming for help...except....something
tells me that I already am...in a fashion...and that several have heard....one
quiet near even! In the meantime, this monster is still digging almost
mindlessly, after my delicate....beautiful wings!
I freeze at the last....
"Beautiful wings?" I ask myself aloud in a high, hissing/squeaking voice
that replaced the one I'd been born with.
There is a touch of hysteria in my voice....and something more. Something
alien. The perpetual grin that my muzzle is graced with grows a bit wider
almost against my will as a tickling.....delightful feeling courses through
my being....despite the terror I still feel.
As I feel the last of the old me slip away (replaced by new knowledge
and...a new me.....) as I shiver in this abandoned animal burrow I've hid
myself in, I remember (finally) two things that I do know about
the fey folk.....that seems to apply to faerie dragons as well.
I
am still I, but no longer human. I am fey...and the fey of my world
are immortal. That and we have the oddest sense of humor.....that can find
something funny even at the oddest of times!
Outside, Belinda is still digging frantically after what her stomach
tells her what will feed her ravenous hunger when she hears a high pitched.....giggle?....coming
from within the burrow. It's enough to cause her to pull back in surprise
and confusion, but only for a few seconds as instincts cause her to resume.
She has a second's warning (her fey senses have much further to develop)
before the largest black dragon she's even seen crashes through the jungle's
roof and lands right in front of her. Unlike most people (including most
warriors of her homeland), she at least had enough training in the way
of dragon fighting to be able to NOT be bowed over in sheer terror by the
fear that dragon's induce in others....naturally.
No, what causes her to blink in surprise and forget (for a moment),
her need for sustenance is just one of those on the dragon's back!
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 "Astra?!"
she gasps in a voice that is deeper and huskier than normal for her.
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