Dragolith213

 There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park. A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark. Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway. And if you ask him why, this is what he will say: “I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face. I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace. I have love so plenty, and stories to share. And I live my life without a worry or care.” His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life. Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife. His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey. But if you ask him, this is what he will say: “I have seen my share of wonders

A long golden-amber tail slithered through the fog of the old growth forest. The gigantic scaly creature known as Jasper was dragged up the path, Unconscious and unable to hear the old creaky wheels on the carriage that pulled him across the ground. His wings, Arms and legs were tied tightly against his body with thick, Strong rope. The sound of horses' hooves trotting along the dirt path echoed through the quiet forest trees. Suddenly, Jasper was able to hear all this. He heard the men laughing as they told tales about how they had captured dragons before.. flick. One eye shot open. flick. And the other. Jasper lifted his head and looked aro