Sorry about the mix-up with my first post, I'll get it right this
time...
Also, as before, any replies to this, please send them to me, as I'm
not on the FFML at this time.
Thanks in advance...
Dragon's Eye View
Chapter 1
Yawning, I stretch luxuriantly as sleep retreats from my
mind. I hate sleeping, especially when I have better things to
do...like shop.
Shopping is one of the many things that I like about the time
I live in now...it offers so much entertainment from the
tediousness of an extended life. Not that I'm complaining about
living too long, mind you...it's just that living as long as I
have tends to make certain things boring after a while.
Not shopping, though. Shopping allows me to explore many
different views and styles...always changing, never static. Only
a few things bother me when I shop though.
Like the eyes...and the staring. True, I'm not your average
human...but then, I'm not human, either. I look a little
human...if you ignore several discrepancies like my short furry
tail, my claws, my raised, feline ears, and my tendancy to
shape-shift into a dragon every month. I could be called a
cat-woman most of the time...and a dragon once a month...but I
prefer to call myself unique...athough that's just stating the
obvious. Oh, well...I like obvious things.
On the other hand...I despise complex things like metallurgy,
feelings, and school. Absolutely disgusting. Oh, well,
sometimes those things can be so much of a help, though...
Today, I want to shop at the local mall. Well, local for me,
that is. How local do you think you can get when your mother
flies at a little over the speed of sound without the help of any
machinery? Let's say that today's hit-mall is the one that
boasts being the world's biggest mall.
Yawning, I stretch and climb out of bed, running my feet
through my tiger-stripe rug. I step lightly into my silk
slippers, wend my way through piles upon piles of dirty
clothes (Mother calls them old) and jump over a couple of piles
of clean clothes (new) and make my way to the bathroom.
A quick shower later, as well as two handfuls of lilac
smelling shampoo, I step out of the bathing area (Yet again,
mother calls it something different. She calles it a fifty-foot
sauna and shower combo.) and in front of the mirror. I grab a
nearby silver-chased brush and start brushing down my entire five
feet, ten inch frame. I love the way that my tan-red with black
stripes legs goes with my spotted arms...almost makes me look
like I'm half tiger, half cheetah, which, now that I think about
it, I probably am.
A final swipe of the brush goes through my bright red hair
completing the entire visage of a teenaged cat-girl. I giggle as
I think at how good I look for a hundred and fifty years.
I wend my way back to my room, passing five of mother's
gold-mounds on my way, trying not to trip on the various swords
and stuff that litter the floor between all of them.
Usually, I grab a handful of mother's ancient coins to hock
before I leave, but I think that I'll tone it down for once
today. Besides, I can't stuff any more into my room without
enlarging it more. I hate enlarging my room...I have to do it
all by hand. Instead, today, I grab three coins. One gold and
two silver. That should tide me over 'till mother has finished
with her...activities for the day.
Some people choose the wierdest things to occupy their time.
Now money-collecting and robbing banks I can understand.
Working and slaving is pushing the line a bit. Then we get to my
mother. My mother. How embarassed would I be if I said, out
loud, that my mother has sex for a living. Not very interesting,
from my point of view, but then, I've only tried it once.
But my mind wanders...easy thing to do in the morning, yes?
Attempting, yet again, the many ways of focus, I try to focus
my mind on one subject...that of becoming not bored with waiting
for Mother.
This morning, like every other, really, I decide to ponder
the meaning of life while I wait for mother to wake up. I guess
mother still hates getting up at the crack of dawn. Well, either
it's that, or she's trying to make a sibling for me again.
Why can't she understand that normal humans and dragons can't
interbreed. Well, at least these ones can't, anyways.
Thank goodness for that.
Sighing tiredly, I forego the waiting for mother for one day,
and decide to write her a note, instead. Besides, I've got a lot
of shopping to do today, and waiting 'till noon before I even
leave puts a severe crimp in the amount of shopping I can do.
Finishing my note, I quickly decide who will accompany on my
shopping spree for the day. 'Mother's out...so's Nicole.
Danny's down in Mexico, and so is his girlfriend. Michelle's at
school today. Yuck, I hate school. Hmm..that only leaves Bunny
and David. David's out...although he'll probably be there before
the day is out...again. Oh, well. I hope I can get Bunny-hunny
off the computer today...she's so stuffy at times.'
Making up my mind, I head out, grabbing my shopping bag and
the coins I chose out on my way out the door. 'I hope I don't
trip over one of mother's treasure piles again,' I think as I
make my way to the cave door. Mother leaves such a mess all over
the place that it's funny sometimes.
I sigh to myself as I finally make it out of the cave. Now,
normally caves aren't that big...natural ones, that is. But this
cave is one that Mother herself dug out. I think she was hoping
for either a really huge treasure to fall on her, or a really big
boyfriend. Maybe she was hoping for the latter, but she's
certainly making good headway on the former.
I'm glad I bought a car at one point...walking over to
Bunny's place is so hard and tedious...even though she only lives
next door. But then, you don't normally expect next door to
equate to ten kilometers. Good thing that Bunny's mother isn't
very strict about friends coming over in big cars...I love
flooring the gas when going to Bunny's place...My 1996 Porche is
SO fun to play with at times.
You're probably wondering why I'm calling Bunny that. Well,
let's just say that I don't know her given name, but the name she
goes by is Cyber-Bunny. Not very flattering, I guess, but then,
the name fits her. Imagine a six foot tall bunny that has arms,
hands, and feet like a human. Add in the fact that she has
wings, as well, and you have one strange looking rabbit. But
then, EVERY human I've seen can't seem to see her funnily shaped
ears OR her wings for some reason. Oh, well, something to dwell
on at some other time.
There are times that I loathe the police...this is one of
them...especially as they seem to have stationed one between my
place and Bunny's. The blaring of sirens tells me that I have
yet another speeding ticket to pay off. Oh, well...there goes a
little of my shopping money. No big loss.
"Do you know how fast you were going, miss?" The cop asks me
after I finally pull over.
'How can I not know?' I think to myself. I always look at
the spedometer when I first hear sirens. I nod my head mutely,
deciding not to push my luck today.
"Well, miss...I don't know how you pull it off, but someone
up in the higher areas must really like you," Yaright, "because
every time I look at the computer after pulling you over, your
record's clean. Well, you know the drill."
Grinning impishly, I ask, "What's a drill?" The policeman
just stares at me in shock as I giggle a little from his
expression.
Sighing deeply, he replies, "You know what a drill is...now
would you please give me your driver's license?"
Grinning mischeviously, I ask, "Why would you want it? It'd
do you no good..."
The policeman slaps his forhead in exasperation, saying,
"Please???"
Nodding, I hand over my driver's license. 'Good thing that
Bunny DOES like me,' I think, 'as well as the fact that she's the
head of the local police department...'
My ears twitch when the officer hands me my ticket, saying,
"Well, I don't think I even have to tell you the due date, as it
always seems to get paid off before I even get back to the
office. How do you do that, anyways?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be secret, now would it?" I ask,
grinning slightly. I always like getting this guy's goat. Bunny
seems to like having him stationed out here all the time,
too...even though she doesn't like the fact that she has to have
one stationed out here in the first place. "How about I get your
superior to give you a day or so off tonight...maybe she'll even
give you pay too." I grin as the officer stands there, open
mouthed while I ease the car away from him.
Pointing the front towards Bunny's place, I floor the
accelerater and shout, "Hi ho, Silver! Away!!!"
Watching him the policeman in the rear view mirror, I
laughingly think to myself, 'I love leaving him standing there
like that...'
<begin FFML only section>
Suddenly, I hear something that my mother told me about, long
ago. It was a story about an old friend of hers. Her friend was
an average red dragon, and she had gone out one day in her true
form. <snip long details about mother's friend> Her children are
now supposedly slaves to this one human family. Mother found
this out once when she happened upon one of the people, dragging
what he called his "Dragon slave" around town.
Being that my ears are sensitive like a full dragon's...I can
hear a pin drop at a hundred paces. With that sensitivity, I
should ba able to hear a normaml speaking voice at about three
hundred, and a shout at a thousand. What I hear right now is
someone screaming, "Dragon Slave!"
I slam on the brakes, coming close to skidding off the road,
and turn towards the voice that screamed that hated phrase.
Just as I finish turning the car around, I notice that which
should not have been.
I blink my eyes, trying to disbelieve what I see before me.
I rub my eyes, trying again.
I roll my eyes, as I see Linna Inverse on a huge drive-in
theatre screen, blasting a poor, helpless dragon to smitherines.
Poor dragon.
<end FFML only section>
Shadow Dancer
Shadow-Chan
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Imagination is a Pegasus,
Wild and free,
Never to be tethered,
Tamed by you or me.
(c) Apr 17, 1997, Shadow Dancer