dragonsmithjl

He wished he’d tried this as a human.  He could imagine the appeal of a character like Hannibal, though his teeth didn't compare to this fun.  He couldn't help imagine the hypothetical headlines: the cannibal instead of just the perp or the psychopath.  It had such a better ring to it.  That would’ve been unique instead of just a nutcase.     A scaley hide invisible in the water.  If any fools thought to outplay him they had better stay out of the water.  He may not have his knives or axes, his tools of the trade, but he wasn't stupid, he could still relished in the instruments of this

    “Worthless,” said the man disappointed, “We spend so much on these hunts and half of them are like you where it doesn’t even get past the inner circle.”    I only stared wide eyed as I watch the man talk more about me then to me.  A few months after waking up as a deer and somehow surviving the winter. I’d been chased out of a small town and then walked blindly into the trap I now find myself in. The man before me would of been better placed in an office from his looks.  He looked out of place in the formerly pristine rugged equipment. Should I be even more ashamed that I was caught by a man more temp

    Mary had lived the life of an antelope just as long as her life as a human.  If only she could recall something of it.  She hardly remembered her life as a human; the days between were a blockade, hazy and filled with the feeling of pain and stench of drugs.            She’d awoken as a fully grown antelope, brought into a herd and soon was appreciated for her unusual intelligence.  She began to learn her way around her new form as she helped her new family.  She was unique for her intelligent but also for the new functions she was having trouble accustoming herself to, the least of which being procreation.  She despised the idea