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Warning- This story contains vore themes. If you are uncomfortable with this, back up. Run, just book it man! Get out of here, the ideas might catch you! For the rest of you that haven’t run… I’m so sorry, you’ll just have to deal with my writing…
Granite yawned and opened her bright green eyes. Sunlight streamed through the lush vegetation concealing the entrance of her stone cave, illuminating the room with its warm inviting rays. She rose and stretched, smacking her tongue around her mouth to rid it of its dry morning texture. Failing to conjure the necessary saliva for the task at hand she grimaced and moved to the small waterfall bubbling through the walls at the back of her cave. She paused at the rim of the makeshift water bowl and unceremoniously dunked her muzzle into its contents. After drinking her fill, the grey snout rose from the clear pool and turned back towards the sunlight.
Granite exited the large cave with her snout held high, basking in the fresh morning air. The sunlight flowed across her magnificent grey scales like water, emphasizing her muscular form and ridding it of any residual exhaustion. Her wings slowly rose towards the light and folded out to absorb as much of it as possible. At the top of the stretching arc a ripple shook her grey form and the wings retracted to fold neatly against her back. She let out a contented sigh and allowed her eyes to freely wander the valley of her most recent home. She was a relatively young dragon, around two hundred years or so, no more than a teenager in dragon years, yet she was still the top predator in the valley. Nothing else even compared to her monstrous strength and speed, capable of toppling the tallest trees yet fast enough to pluck a trout from the surface of the lake at the base of the gorge.
She was around twenty feet tall and nearly twice as long making her lithe grey form a true giant next to the lush wildlife. The sunlight was making her feel giddy today or perhaps it was the fact that she had slept until well past noon. Either way no creature she set her eyes on would escape becoming breakfast, or to the rest of the world; lunch. She grinned at the idea of a big feast and she started salivating. She quickly took flight to avoid the soon to come gurgles signifying an unhappy stomach. After a few passes she caught sight of a small herd of deer and wasted no time in making a meal of two plump looking bucks. As she finished her breakfast it dawned on her that without her here it was likely that such creatures would spend their days mostly without fear of being eaten. After slumping the last bits of scrumptious venison into her mouth she absentmindedly twirled one of the slightly bloodied antlers she had torn off her catch. She marveled at the tiny sharp points jutting out across the keratin piece. They were surprisingly sharp; not nearly as sharp as her claws and teeth, but sharp nonetheless.
She sighed happily and traipsed off toward the large lake, its bright blue water beckoning enticingly. After a quick sip to wash down the last of her meal she flung herself into the crystal fluid, eagerly swimming out into the center of the giant pool. She sighed again splashing around in its surprisingly shallow depths; at least it was shallow to her but to any other creature it was well over thirty feet deep. After frolicking for around an hour in the previously crystal clear water, now murky with silt and mud, she moved to a hidden mud-formation sloping up in the center of the lake. Here she rested, with her head barely visibly, looking almost like a giant boulder, as the rest of her body was submerged in the almost bath-like liquid. Despite her resolve to enjoy her day to the fullest, her eyes began to droop and the familiar lull of sleep began to cloud her mind. After a few feeble attempts to suppress the urge she relented.
This is what I want to do today, she decided finally. I can be more active tomorrow. With that thought firmly in her mind she drifted off to sleep.
The tiny projectile bounced off her head before sinking into the depths. Her eyes snapped open and she instinctively pawed at her skull; despite the confidence in her strength she hadn’t succumb to proud arrogance, she knew her body had its limits. To her surprise she felt nothing, no mark or even scratch had been left upon her glimmering scales. She glanced in the direction the projective had come from and was shocked to see a tiny form frozen on the far shore. She blinked once, then twice, making sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. However, the combination of sight and smell confirmed her suspicions, human. The human couldn’t have been more than a child, a decade and a half old at the most. Granite found herself staring at the tiny creature in disbelief,
Did that human just throw a rock at me? Her thoughts quickly melting from confusion to anger. That arrogant little bastard threw a rock at me! I’ll make it regret ever messing with a dragon!
Her monstrous body rose from the water and turned towards the human with a snarl. Her muscles coiled into springs and she readied her wings for the pounce, but just as she sprung the mud-formation beneath her shifted. Unable to support the vast weight of its occupant it gave way, spilling its denizen into the water. Granite landed snout first into the muddy lakebed and thrashed furiously. Finally managing to right herself she glanced back toward the shore. Much to her chagrin the occupant had wisely vacated the now very dangerous area in favor of more hospitable lodging. With a groan she hauled herself out of the water and took flight, landing where the human had previously been standing. A small pile of rocks was all that visually remained of the child’s presence but it was enough to rekindle the fire in her belly. She bent down and sniffed the area, deeply inhaling the leftover scent of its mischievous owner. With a triumphant grin she turned back towards the lush forest, she had all she needed. The chase was on!
To her mild disappointment her prey hardly proved adept at covering its trail. Sure it had doubled back once or twice and even tried to cover its footprints with fallen leaves but its scent proved ever reliable and led Granite straight to her quarry. Around a half mile from the lake the scent stopped at a stone cliff causing a smug grin to slid across Granite’s face. She subconsciously licked her lips as the tantalizing smell wafted through the trees and she continued her leisurely stroll through the trunks. She broke through the trees into a small clearing that opened up before the fifty-foot cliff face, an obstacle that, for the human, was impossible to overcome.
The boy’s scent led straight to a small cleft in the rock face which Granite saunter up to before lowering her head to look in. The alcove was quite shallow revealing the trembling form hidden inside. The little human was around five feet tall with brown hair and hazel eyes. His attire was quite light, with just a simple grey tunic and shorts complimented by a thin ratty brown belt wrapped around his waist, but it didn’t need to be any heavier considering the warm climate. The terrified creature let out a little squeal at the sight of the dragon looking in and was thrown into hysterics as it proceeded to lick its lips.
“Well, well, well," Granite mused. “What do we have here?”
The boy squirmed as it tried to press further against the impassible barrier behind it, but didn’t reply. Granite squinted at the human and feinted surprise upon "recognizing" what it was.
“Oh! Is that a human?” she purred. “What a lovely surprise!” she then faked a frown and tried to look discouraged. “But I can’t see you that well in there… I’ll just have to get you out!”
She grinned and poked her paw toward the small opening, frowning for real as she found it too big to fit very far.
“Well, that annoying,” she muttered. “But no matter! I’ll just think of something else...”
She placed her claws at the edge of the small opening and tugged. The stone remained solid so she tugged a second time, again it remained solid. Now, starting to get irritated, she dug her claws into the stone and wrenched back with a feral snarl. Flecks of stone sprayed the surrounding area as the vicious claws tore loose from the rock. Granite flicked her head to the side to avoid the tiny pebbles but swiftly snapped back with a victorious grin. The grin vanished as she surveyed the fruit of her labors. The side of the cave was scarred with, infuriatingly shallow, claw marks but the stone entryway stayed more or less intact.
Granite’s eyes burned like green fire and her tail lashed angrily behind her. With a snarl she tore at the portal again and again; each attempt seemingly less effective than the last. Eventually Granite gave up the effort and stepped back seething,
“I will not be beaten by a stupid rock!” she roared, curling her paw into what amounted to a fist and smashing it into the immovable stone surface. She yelped as she felt a pop and sting of pain rocket up her arm. She quickly withdrew and surveyed the stinging ruin of her once magnificent paw. At least one bone was clearly broken and sticky red fluid bubbled from beneath her battered grey scales. Her gaze quickly careened back to the terrified, yet now slightly more hopeful, form still trapped in the cave. She starred daggers at the creature that was obviously "responsible" for her broken paw and growled.
She quickly tallied up the list of things the creature had "done" to her intent on paying each crime back tenfold. He threw a rock at me, chipped one claw and dulled at least four more, and now he broke my paw!
“You see what you did!” she snapped, waving the broken appendage at the child. She winched as another stab of pain rolled up her forearm but continued her rant. “Now, thanks to you, my paw is broken! What do you have to say for yourself?”
The child blinked in confusion and stared dumbly back at the seething monster. He opened his mouth to form a reply but Granite quickly cut him off.
“Never mind, I don’t care what you have to say! You’ll have plenty of time to apologize in my belly!” She froze and a malicious smile crept across her lips as an idea formed in her mind. “Well, you’re going to end up in my mouth anyway, so why not skip the step of paw to mouth?” She grinned and approached the rocky indent with renewed confidence.
Predictably, the human pressed itself back again the far wall but Granite didn’t care, she had a new weapon to test. She shoved her snout as far as it would go into the entrance and opened her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of its own cave and slithered toward the new cave’s denizen. For a moment the boy thought that it would wrap around him and drag him kicking and screaming back toward his doom but, to his palpable relief, it stopped short. The slimy muscle was less than a foot away from its prize but it might as well have been a mile. The muscle thrashed furiously, spraying its treat with spittle as it tried to worm its way closer.
The ragged stone edges of the entrance scraped mercilessly at her snout as Granite shoved it deeper trying to close the gap to her prize. After a few minutes she was forced to admit defeat, but not before spitting a glob of excess saliva onto the unfortunate cave’s occupant.
She sat back on her haunches her anger temporarily covering the throbbing in her paw. Deep down she knew the paw would be fine; she’d shattered her entire arm once when she was really little and it had completely healed within a few days. Having a magical body was quite useful that way and she had not doubt the injury would correct itself in a day or two. Movement by her feet caught her eye but it was just her tail twitching back and forth in irritation. Another idea formed in her mind and she wasted no time in putting it into action. She moved closer to the cave and let her tail slip through the entrance; she couldn’t see the boy or where her tail was headed but she felt around for his body. It was a small cave so she knew she would find him quickly. Unfortunately, he found her first or, more specifically, a rock did. A stab of pain jolted her tail and she yelped again, pulling out her scaly appendage before anything else went wrong.
She looked back into the shallow inlet to see the saliva drenched boy holding a rock in its tiny hands. She growled, yet internally marveled at ingenuity of the creature; truly stunned at the amount of resistance it was able to put up. Her admiration dissipated and she added the nick in her tail to the growing list of things to make the boy pay for. She snorted and felt the heat rise in her chest, tempted to simply roast the vexing creature and move on. She hurriedly checked herself, intent on drawing out the experience. She let the heat die in her throat, allowing a puff of angry smoke to escape her nostrils. As the smoke curled toward the bright blue sky she came up with a new idea.
I’ll smoke it out, she decided confidently. He’ll be out begging for mercy in a hurry!
She strode back toward the hole and stuck her mouth beside the entrance again. She let the fire in her belly rekindle, to a quite pleasing aura, before letting a stream of heat and smoke filter out of her jaws towards the unfortunate child. The boy held his breath as long as he could but at last he had to breath in the fetid air. He immediately gagged but, through no small amount of willpower and overall sense of helplessness, managed to simply collapse to his knees and hang desperately to consciousness. After less than a minute of breathing smoke, Granite stepped back and sucked in a deep breath of her own. She couldn’t see the boy anymore or anything in the cave for that matter, but the boy hadn’t exited so she had failed. After a minute or so the smoke cleared and revealed the sooty and gagging form of the child inside. To her surprise the boy still seemed to have a thin coating of saliva on his otherwise dry skin. However, this ‘saliva’ looked less slimy and seemed to be dripping off him in tiny droplets, not the big globs she had spat on him. She chalked it up to condensation and moved on, but didn’t try to smoke it out again. She didn’t want to kill the creature, that would destroy her fun, so she cut her losses and decided to wait him out. With that thought firmly in her mind she slumped down with her head between her paws, watching the weak human gasp for air.
Markus gasped for air in the sooty confines of his stone coffin. This day could not have gone worse! He had just wanted to enjoy the beautiful day by the lake but instead had wound up prey for an angry dragon!
Stupid, stupid, stupid! A voice in his head groaned. You just had to throw that rock didn’t you? You had to try to skip that stupid rock!
He still remembered the rock, it had been a perfect circle, flat and perfect. It was as if the rock had been begging to be skipped, and he had done just that. He wasn’t the best at skipping but he had managed to get not one or two but ten; ten perfect skips! However, with its remaining momentum, it had collided with a boulder in the middle of the lake. If only it had been a boulder. If it had he still would have regretted the rock striking it but at least he wouldn’t but covered in sweat, saliva, soot, and be trapped inside a cave with a hungry dragon outside!
Markus groaned again and leaned back against the newly soot-covered wall, his bloodshot eyes scanning the monster waiting patiently outside. Hours passed but Markus was hardly bored, the prospect of his imminent demise was a subject worth every ounce of his attention. Exhaustion was slowly creeping into his taut muscles, but his heart still fluttered like a caged bird whenever the grey dragon shifted. After nearly the third hour of his ceaseless staring contests he had almost given up. The dragon showed nearly endless patience as it watched him like a cat would a mouse; except the mouse was a weak, defenseless human and the cat had wings, scales, and breath hot enough to turn a frozen lake to steam!
At least it can talk. Markus thought to himself, a bud of hope blossoming in his chest. Maybe we can talk this out!
He stood up straight and walked to the exit, clearing his exceptionally dry throat,
“H-Hi! My name is Markus.” The dragon’s tail stopped twitching and hovered over the ground, like a stick in a frozen pond. Markus gulped but continued speaking. “B-But you can call me Mark if you like.”
“How about, Dinner?” the clearly feminine voice echoed off the walls of his cell, taking him by surprise.
Markus’s heart beat faster and he struggled to keep from shaking. “I’m sorry?”
The great beast snorted and lowered its tail to the grass. “That’s the first apology I’ve received from you yet; keep it up and I might forget that you put a nick in my tail.”
Markus slowly backed towards the wall again. “Y-you tried t-to grab me!” he stuttered, his muscles spasming wildly.
“Aaand, now we’re back to square one,” the dragon sighed. “That was about all the mercy I am willing to give you!”
“You’re a monster!” Markus sputtered.
“I guess I’ll add name-calling to the list,” the dragon replied, sarcastically doodling in the air. When she was finished she clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “You have dug yourself quite the little hole, Dinner.”
“Don’t call me Dinner.” Markus blurted, desperately trying, and failing, to keep his mind calm.
“Well, then what would you prefer, Breakfast, Lunch, Snack, Supper, Morsel, Desert?” she licked her lips. “I’d recommend one of the last ones if you’re having trouble deciding.”
“Why can’t you just call me Marky, like the other bullies?" Markus whimpered.
“Because I’m not a bully,” the dragon declared. “You’re the bully! I was enjoying a nice afternoon when you had to go and throw a rock at me!”
“I didn’t!” Markus protested, desperately. “I was just bouncing rocks across the water and one of them hit you by accident!”
The grey dragon’s eyes flashed with anger before vanishing entirely. In its place a slightly angry but unsure expression etched itself across her features. “B-but I was in the middle of the lake…”
“They can go a long way if you bounce them right!” Markus insisted, remembering a skip his father had made which had bounced clear across the lake.
The dragon thought about it for a minute before looking at its feet.
“Oh,” she muttered, shuffling her paws uncomfortably. Then she looked up again, a nervous, pitying expression on her face. “I’m so sorry! Please, please forgive me! I-I thought that you were trying to… never mind, just, never mind.”
She walked slowly over to the cave and Markus prepared to flattened his back against the wall but the dragon made no hostile movements. Instead she poked the tip of one of her flattened claws into the entryway.
“No hard feelings?” she smiled, shyly. The unavoidably toothy grin was unsettling but the gesture settled Markus’s frantic nerves so he walked over to it and reached out his hand to shake the dulled nail.
As he reached the nail it suddenly shot forward curling around his waist. He yelped and tried to scramble back but the appendage mercilessly tugged him out of the safety of the cave. He collided with a warm solid surface and fell back breathless. There was a quick flash of movement and a thump as the dragon settled down around him. He shook his head to clear his vision and took a deep breath but it was swiftly stolen by the sight before him.
A monstrous wall of grey scales blocked his path on all sides but the truly terrifying part was the massive toothy maw smiling down at him, turning his bowels to water. Markus had never seen a more satisfied and happy creature before in all his life. The only thing that came close was when he had seen a little dog that had managed to steal a leg of pheasant from one of the local market stalls. He remembered the Lord’s guards chasing the mutt around the marketplace trying to get the leg back. It had been one of his happiest memories but now it brought him nothing but terror. He realized that the dragon was the little dog and he was the leg of pheasant, and all the Lord’s men wouldn’t be able to get him out of her jaws!
“I can’t believe you actually fell for that!” she purred, happily.
Markus backed against the scaly wall behind him, desperate to get away from the horrible fangs.
“That was like my worst acting too!” she taunted, leaning towards the cowering form. “I guess you really wanted to be near me, didn’t you?”
“B-but you sai-” Markus was cut off as the dragon’s slimy tongue assaulted his chest, dragging across his face to silence his plead.
The tongue retracted and a look of disgust crossed the scaly face. “Yuck!”
Markus’s heart soared. She doesn’t like my taste; I’m saved!
“Those filthy rags are going to have to come off!”
Markus’s hopes shattered like glass. She just doesn’t like my clothes? Wait, Wait, NO!
A dulled, but still razor sharp, claw descended and tore the sooty shirt up and over his head. The shirt was nearly torn in half but, by some miracle, retained its pitiful appearance. It would likely be the only think the search party would find, that and his equally dirty shorts.
He opened his mouth to scream but instead it was filled with saliva, curtesy of a second lick. He coughed and spluttered long after the oppressive muscle left his body.
“That’s much better!” the dragon cooed, giving him a jovial grin. “You have a salty and almost smoky flavor… I wonder if tasting more of you will improve that?” She smirked and moved to remove his shorts.
“Wait!” Markus screamed. “I told you the truth; I thought you understood!”
The dragon smug look turned to a scowl and her claw jabbed into the earth between his feet, causing him to jump. “You think I’m stupid!” she snarled. “Rocks don’t bounce on water! They sink; that’s what rocks do!”
“You can bounce them on water!” Markus insisted, desperately.
“Liar!” she roared wrenching the claw from the earth, spraying her prey with the dry and rocky soil.
“Wait, I can prove it!” Markus squealed as the claw descended again. “Just give me a chance, Please!”
The claw froze, inches from a rather private area, and hovered as its owner considered the proposition. After a modicum of thought, the claw retreated and its owner loomed over the terrified captive.
“Very well,” the monstrous beast declared. “You shall have your chance. After all,” she added with a smirk. “What’s better than a show before dinner?”
“A-A show while eating dinner?” Markus suggested. “I’ll stay here while you go catch something.”
The dragon’s toothy smile widened and it lowered its claw to poke gently at the human’s chest. “Oh, I have all the food I need. right. here.” Markus gulped and trembled at the thinly veiled promise. “Yes, that’s right. Gulp,” the dragon chuckled. “I can hardly wait!”
The trip back to the shore was anything but comfortable, at least for Markus. He was held aloft between the dragon’s teeth, their pointy ends barely not turning his back into a macabre of mutilated flesh. Granite took her sweet time traveling back towards the lake, making various unnecessary detours so she could continue savoring her prey’s tasty flesh. The tongue fondled the frightened boy and even, at one point, dragging him slightly deeper into her mouth. In response the boy flailed around, causing her to bite down to keep him still. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth and she quickly spat him out onto a bed of moss. The boy weakly scolded her for doing it on purpose but a low growl silence his rebellious nature and another darker scowl encouraged his shivering form back into the fleshy confines of his transportation.
Whimpering and pained, Markus was eventually plopped onto the chilly shoreline. The sun was nearly ready to set making the temperature drop to a considerably lower level than it had earlier that afternoon. He shivered and sank to his knees, absentmindedly scanning the pebbled shore for a flat stone.
“Here!” His captor plopped a random rock down next to him. “Skip this stone and you’re free to go.”
Markus looked at her blankly before realizing that she had no idea how to skip stones. “That’s not how it works,” he tried to explain. “You need a fl-”
“Skip it!” the dragon demanded. “Skip the rock, and you’re free to go.”
“No, you don’t understand! You can’t just skip any-”
“I said, SKIP IT!” the dragon roared. Markus opened his mouth to protest but before he could the beast moved forward, causing him to swallow the words. “If the next thing you do isn’t skipping that stone, I. WILL. SWALLOW. YOU. WHOLE! UNDERSTAND!?”
Markus’s teeth chattered and he bent to survey the severity of the situation. His heart cried in grief as he picked up the most spherical stone he had ever seen. His body began to shake; skipping such a stone was impossible, he was as good as dead! Warm air washed over his bare and blood-flecked back like a ripple in a hot spring; however, it only intensified his shivering.
“I’m waiting!” the impatient dragon whispered, menacingly.
With a burst of adrenaline Markus charged forward twisting his body and flicking his wrist, sending the stone in a perfect spin towards the calm water. Fate didn’t reward his noble effort as the worthless stone did what it was undoubtedly meant to do, sink. With a splash the stone vanished into the depths of the lake, causing a beautiful ripple to surge across its glasslike surface.
“Aww, and it was sooo close too!” the voice behind him taunted. “Oh well, looks like I win!”
Markus twisted and fell to his knees in desperation. “Wait, just give me one more chance, just one! There’s a system to this; just one more chance, Please!”
“Hmm,” the dragon mused, tapping her chin in comical way. “Eh, why not.”
Markus was stunned; she was actually being reasonable! “Wait, r-really?”
“Sure,” she chirped, gesturing towards the low hanging sun. “I really enjoy a meal at sunset so until then by all means, keep the show going!” She turned her gaze to the pebbled shore again. “I’ll get you another stone.”
“NO!” Markus cried, a little too loudly. The dragon turned back to him in surprise. “I-I mean I can get my own stones. Y-You just sit back and relax.”
The dragon frowned down at him but shrugged and relented to the request, settling down comfortably by the trees.
Markus gave a sigh of relief and quickly amassed a small fortune of suitable rocks. The first few stubbornly followed the path of their spherical brethren, drawing a few disapproving clicks from the grey monster behind him. But fate finally shone upon his fourth throw, drawing eight perfect skips before finally sinking into the depths, near the center of the lake.
A huge smile on his face the victorious boy turned back towards his stunned captor, gazing disbelievingly at the spot of the stone’s disappearance. After a modicum of time the dragon looked down at the boy.
“Do that again!”
“I-I don’t know if I can get that many skips again that was like a miracle ski-”
“I said, do that again!” the dragon demanded, but its hard edge had been sanded away by her disbelief.
The human relented and spent the next half hour of precious daylight skipping stones to sooth his captor’s hunger for more. By the time the last of the light had vanished he was exhausted in more ways than one. Physically he was barely able to maintain consciousness and mentally he was more fried than his remaining clothes. But he held it together, mostly because he strongly believed that to fall asleep was to become a meal. Shivering in the chilly night air he turned back to the tree line to confront his captor but found that she was nowhere to be seen.
“At least she kept her end of the bargain,” he muttered, internally groaning at the thought of having to walk the long miles back to his town on his numb, tired legs.
He slumped onto the shore and fell back, gazing up at the tiny pinpricks of light that the stars radiated towards him. The crescent moon among them seemed to smile down upon him as if it were proud of his efforts. Suddenly a shadow fell over him and he jolted upright, stumbling over his own exhausted legs as he attempted to scramble away. He tripped and the ground rushed up to meet him. Fortunately, his descent was abruptly cut off by a warm scaly object that lifted him from the earth. Despite his brain screaming at him to move he found the warm object comforting and, instead of resisting, he wrapped his arms around it in a hug.
A giggle bubbled up behind him and another warm and slimy object danced across him back. “Did you miss me, Marky?”
“Surprisingly, yes,” he mumbled already feeling the comforting embrace of sleep following the warmth drifting through his body.
“Be careful what you say,” she purred. “Or you might be spending the night in someone’s belly!”
“Please don’t take advantage of me,” Markus muttered. His adrenaline stores all but depleted as the last of it leaked into his bloodstream, barely shaking the sleep from his eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to eat you,” she assured him gently. “I came back to return this to you.” She draped the tattered cloth over his back and gently slipped it over his head. “There, all done!”
“Yay,” he grumbled sarcastically. “Can I go home now?”
“Why?” he groaned. “I did what you asked, I skipped a stupid stone across the stupid lake. I even went along and did it at least thirty times over! Why can’t I go home?”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t go home.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn’t,” she denied coyly. “I didn’t say those words exactly, now did I?”
Markus groaned again. “Cut the riddles and just tell me! I’m too tired to deal with this right now.”
“Fine, you can’t go home, because I’m taking you home.”
“Hold on tight!” she giggled leaping into the starlight sky.
The pair careened into the crisp night air, Granite’s wings beating a pattern only a quarter as fast as Markus’s heart. He nearly vomited at the suddenly change in altitude but managed to keep his vacant stomach from emptying when he surveyed the view. While the light was somewhat restrictive he managed to glean the shadowy pitch and roll of the earth stretching out before him. The mountains on either side rose like stone guardians, watching the valley and ensuring its continued peace. The slight moonlight reflected off the lake below causing it to glimmer like a precious gemstone. Markus gaped at the sight and instantly regretted not being born a dragon. His pains and exhaustion momentarily forgotten as his brain scrambled to store the memories for later retrieval.
After a, disappointingly, short flight Markus caught sight of a bright light in the trees. Greytree. The peaceful village of his birth flickered with the light of countless torches, giving the area an unnatural glow. He marveled that he was likely the only human who had ever seen the village in such a way and instantly resolved to rub it in several bullies faces upon his return. A grin flickered across his face as he pictured the stupid faces of the bullies upon him telling them that he had flown with a dragon. His grin faltered slightly as Granite began circling in for a landing.
“Wait, you can’t land in the town!” he exclaimed over the rushing air, hoping that she could hear him.
“Relax, I won’t scare your little friends,” she snorted. “Besides, I don’t fancy pulling quarrels out of my hide until morning.”
Markus shivered slightly as he realized just how little resistance his village could put up against her. Sure they could cover her in arrows but that would do little more than irritate her. He suddenly recalled that a few people had gone missing over the past few months and shook even more, realizing he might be in the paws of a murderer.
Granite seemed to sense his question and responded with uncanny accuracy. “No, I haven’t eaten a human before. You can relax.”
“Oh, good,” he sighed in relief, but Granite wasn’t finished.
“In fact I never realized how good you little creatures tasted until today! I think I might go on a new diet!” Markus was about to protest when they landed in a clearing near the forest edge, and he was plopped onto a soft bed of moss. Before he could rise a snout was shoved into his field of view forcing him back down. “And that diet consists of nothing but Markus!” she laughed, turned back towards the trees. “See you later, Marky!”
“Hey, wait!” Markus called to the disappearing form. It stopped and turned back to him.
“Let me guess you want to show your appreciation by letting me lick you again?”
“No, you’ve had enough of me for one day,” Markus protested.
“Oh, I disagree,” the huntress returned, almost seductively. “There isn’t enough time in the day to get enough of you!"
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” the human groaned, clearly displeased with the idea of ending up in her mouth again. “But what am I supposed to do now?”
“Walk home,” the dragon gestured to the illuminated structure through the trees. “I didn’t cripple you; you can walk.”
“I’m too tired,” Markus whined, barely able to rise.
“Aww, poor Marky,” Granite sniffed, sarcastically. “He almost made it home but tripped on a pebble and broke his neck.”
“That’s not funny, what if it happens!” Markus snapped.
“Then when I find you tomorrow I’ll get a little more than a just a taste.” she winked and strode towards a thin but tall oak. Markus was about to protest again when she leaned against the tree. The trunk gave a creak and then a loud crack split the air as the once proud and strong forest denizen tumbled to the earth with a crash. “Say hi to the family for me!” Granite called behind her. “Oh, and my name’s Granite by the way. Names are something you might want to ask people when you meet them!” With that final snarky comment, she took to the skies and disappearing into the night.
“Granite, huh,” Markus remarked letting his head fall back onto the soft pillowy vegetation. “Who would have thought a stone wall would be tougher than a rock.” He giggled at his joke and resolved to never mention it in her presence lest he wanted to wind-up somewhere unpleasant. With another sigh he closed his eyes waiting for the investigation party to hurry up and find him before Granite changed her mind and came back for seconds.