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FatherSpace. A view I never tire of as I look out of the window in my room.
Sighing, I stare at my hands. Why? Why was it me chosen to look like this hideous beast? But I know why. Everytime i think of him, I burn up inside. Anger swells up within me and I scream, maybe bang my tail. Augh, I feel the anger right now. I think I will do that.
Ahhh, that feels better, though I still feel angry. And sad. And hurt. The pain will never leave me.
Ugh, SOMEones banging on the door telling me to shut up already. Bah, I'll just open the door and knock on her head telling me to leave me alone damnit.
Hah, I love doing that. I think she got the point that I want to be left alone right now.
Alone.... I've been alone since the time I was very little. He would always abandon me for days at a time. But I loved him then. I'd glomp him upon his returns. Smile, laugh, express my love. And I think he loved me back. For a while.
But then HE arrived in our home. I was told to stay away from him. But then I got ma
The Dragon GirlThe dragon girl stands before me
Tall and proud and true.
She is six feet tall, at least
And very muscular too.
With eyes and hair of a meduim shade of brown, of sorts
Shining, glowing, in the dark.
The dragon girl stands before me
With thick scales, or hide, I think, with wings and a tail to match.
They are crimson-red in colour
With wing-flaps made of gold.
The dragon girl stands before me
Worth a price of a billion or too.
She is deadly dangerous, yes indeed
And needed to be caught...alive.
The dragon girl walks towards me
Intention in her eyes.
Two billion is tempting, oh yes indeed
So I raise my gun to stun.
The dragon girl strikes me down
In a single, swift blow!
She kicks my weapon away
And binds me right with rope.
She towers above me, eyes gleaming
And bends down for the kill.
The dragon girl kneels before me
Sadness in ger eyes?
She begins to speak softly to me, how strange
Her voice is aching...for love?
"I will not hurt to you." she says to me
"I was just defending my freed
Cecilia Crimsondragon Bio
Name: Cecilia Crimsondragon.
True name: Cecilia Fett.
Age: Actual age unknown, though a good guess says around seventeen.
Eye colour: Brown.
Hair colour: Brown.
Home system: Unknown.
Height: Impossible to determine due to wings and walking stance, although another good guess would say Boba Fetts hieght.
Wingspan: Max wingspan at approximatly fifteen feet.
Her story: Cecilia, as you might have guessed, is Boba Fetts clone-daughter. Sometime when she was three, her "father" left on a job, and when he returned, she was gone, for she had been kidnapped. In fact, she was taken to a far away remote system on the edge of the galaxy, though it is impossible to determine which system. There, Imperial scientists were experimenting with DNA from a powerful creature extinct to that galaxy, the space dragon.
It turned out the scientists had been monitering both Cecilia and her father for quite some time, and when the chance had arisen, they took her for the prospect of a powerful warrior. It was th
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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