(Writing Practice) Not A Fun Way To Wake Up.
This is just a small thing I was writing just for practice, and I've been hoping for a bit of feedback.
Darkness is actually a funny thing to a dragon like me, considering that most others are afraid of being inside of it. Maybe I enjoy the fact that it gives me the privacy I enjoy, since when I'm inside of it's embrace others can't see me. Though that feeling is different from when your eyes are closed, blocking out the rest of the world from your view. Sometimes it makes you feel claustrophobic, as it's an almost overwhelming feeling of sensory deprivation. Though unfortunately for me, I'm experiencing the horrible transition from slumber to awareness. My eye lids practically kept trying to clamp down over my eyes, as the sunlight tried to scorch my bronze scaled body.
The smells were unusual to me, as I have never been able to leave the crazy town I used to inhabit. I never thought I would know what a forest would smell like, as the pleasant aromas of the plant life seemed to invade my nostrils. It was paradise compared the sulfur stained home I can from, as even a fire breathing dragon could only stand the scorched cave for so long. My eyes kept trying to force the extremely persistent eyelids apart, as the light kept coming into my yellow orbs. "Let me get some damn sleep!" I shouted to nobody in particular, rolling over and hissing in pain. I had almost forgotten the battle I had yesterday, as some wildlife aren't always friendly.
Flashbacks suck, as I seem to have learned rather quick out in the world. They remind you of all your mistakes, and why you're in your current situation. For example, my deep wound in my rib cage was caused by a bear of enormous size. I had been heading towards this forest, as the dragons of my old town seemed to have been intent on either hanging me or sacrificing me, when a big ass bear of unfathomable proportions decided that now was the time to be hungry. All I had were my claws and a sword I got from a guard I killed, and trust me I don't regret doing so. Don't judge me, he was a crazy meathead who had a strange fascination with my mother!
Either way, back to the topic. The bear seemed to have a hankering for my draconic hide, as it practically threw my sword to the side and dug her teeth into my ribs. I don't know how I survived, as I was pretty much curb stomped by this damn thing. All I remember was some black dragon holding a big ass book, then the bear exploding into fucking fire works. I had passed out after that, so I am kind of curious what exactly happened next.
"Then wake up you silly hatchling." A voice said that reminded me of fire, and maybe a little bit of somebody I knew once. Though right now, I should probably do the thing that comes naturally. Panic like a motherfucker and ask questions later. My eyes flew open quicker than a quicksilver snake's mouth, flipping off of the stone bed I seem to have been resting on. The area seemed to be much different than before, mostly because we seemed to be on a tower above the forest. The stone seemed to have been delicately carved, as the runes, symbols and overall geometry of the whole thing seemed unnatural as it could be.
And guess who was standing in the center of this circular tower of unnatural stones? You guessed it, that black dragon from before with that same damn book. To say I panicked even harder would be a huge understatement, as I stared at him with a glare that I hoped would tell him to explain. He seemed to be much smaller than me, as his head only seemed to reach up to my collar bone. His eyes were some kind of midnight blue that made me extremely uncomfortable. His tail seemed flick back and forth as if he was judging me, analyzing me like that book he was reading. What was in that thing anyways?
"You'll do." Was all he said, as if he was bored and checking off a list of some sort. He didn't even say anything else to me, just walked over to one of the stone outcroppings and stood there, as if he was waiting for something to come out of the damn thing. I waited for a while, hoping he would clarify what in the world he was talking about. Maybe it was time to ask him something, as no matter how long I waited he wouldn't budge. Now I'm getting irritated, now I'm getting bored, now I'm wondering why I'm not getting up to leave, and now I'm still sitting here.
"Hey shortstack!" I called out, hoping to get some sort of response from the statue of a dragon. Sadly no luck. "You going to explain what's going on or are you just going to stand there like you're brooding?" Still no response. Now I am normally patient with others, but today was not a good day for me. Or was it the start of the day? Either way, I wasn't going to just sit here and take the silent treatment. I walked over like I was a predator stalking it's prey, the cobble stone beneath me cracking beneath my clawed feet. I walked up behind him and put a claw on his shoulder, noticing a certain coldness in his scaled body.
Then he moved. Though when I say moved I mean smacked me all the way to the other side of the goddamn tower. It took me a while to realize I had been slapped into the air without any effort, though I did register what happened when I almost fell off the damn thing. My face had been imbedded in the ground, my side beginning to hurt once again as blood began to leak from it. I looked up yellow eyes, as I am now clearly pissed and in pain. All he did was turn around with a smirk, his white teeth shining in the mid day sun. "Good start." He seems to say, his voice washing over me like a breeze. "Now that we are in the same physical state, we can begin."
I only had one question after he said that. "Where's my sword?"