Sentinal Dragon

It stood on the cliff and looked down. So many of the creatures could have been easy prey. But though it hungered, and thirsted, and longed for flight, it could not leave the cliff ledge. It simply could not. It stood there as a statue would. It was the sentinal dragon.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

My contest entry

pretty soon I'm going to move my slug story elsewhere , so don't be surprised when it leaves my other blog and shows up here (or possibly on a new blog), extended.
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