11-16-2008, 04:42 PM
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As his mother winked at him, he lowered himself to lay on his pumpkin throne, closing his jade eyes. His bi-colored ears twitched as he heard her paws moving throughout the pasture, looking for a place to hide. With his eyes closed images began to swirl in his mind. He began to picture himself as a brave knight, a slayer of evil dragons. Then suddenly the field was quiet. Not even the sound of a mouse could be heard to the young pup. Burnt orange lids opened, revealing rocks instead of pumpkins. He stood up, mounted on his great black steed, clad in golden armor.
Gracefully (in his mind at least), he jumped from his mount. At his side on the ground was a great sword. In all reality it was a stick, but this was no game for cumbersome things such as reality. He hefted the weapon into his mouth and began to stalk through the rocks, searching for the dragon's lair. Haven the Knight moved cautiously, careful as to not alert the beast to his presence.
His footsteps stopped as he saw the back of the great monster inside it's cave. He steeled himself, preparing for the first strike. Then with a surge of energy he charged forward, smacking the dragon's behind with his sword. Then he jumped back, waiting for the beast to emerge and face him.
As his mother winked at him, he lowered himself to lay on his pumpkin throne, closing his jade eyes. His bi-colored ears twitched as he heard her paws moving throughout the pasture, looking for a place to hide. With his eyes closed images began to swirl in his mind. He began to picture himself as a brave knight, a slayer of evil dragons. Then suddenly the field was quiet. Not even the sound of a mouse could be heard to the young pup. Burnt orange lids opened, revealing rocks instead of pumpkins. He stood up, mounted on his great black steed, clad in golden armor.
Gracefully (in his mind at least), he jumped from his mount. At his side on the ground was a great sword. In all reality it was a stick, but this was no game for cumbersome things such as reality. He hefted the weapon into his mouth and began to stalk through the rocks, searching for the dragon's lair. Haven the Knight moved cautiously, careful as to not alert the beast to his presence.
His footsteps stopped as he saw the back of the great monster inside it's cave. He steeled himself, preparing for the first strike. Then with a surge of energy he charged forward, smacking the dragon's behind with his sword. Then he jumped back, waiting for the beast to emerge and face him.