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The Last Stand
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yeah! you should write more. . .
eh, I was waiting for my brother to stop hogging the computer
It matters....what kind of RP?
Bam. Bam. I raced forward, trying to avoid the guns and cars. Hey, my name's Syra. I live with the dragons. And the freakos that are chasing me want to control the dragons. But they know that dragons are too fierce for them. So of course they come after me, the dragon rider. They think that by capturing me, the dragon rider, the dragons would give up. And they're right. Bam! I winced. One of the bullets grazed my shoulder. A swift look told me that the cut wasn't deep. It'll heal in a week or 2. I raced on, pelting through the trees and heading for a safe place. I could feel the soft grass turn into...pebbles? I groaned. The hunters herded me to where the dragons lived! I whipped around in time to see the hunters burst out of the bushes. They grinned and raised their guns. I smiled. "See you later." I said softly.
I whipped around to face the gorge and jumped right off the clift. There were shouts and orders from the clift edge but I didn't hear them. The only thing I heard was the whisling of the wind as a plunged 100 feet to my doom. Or so the hunters thought. I whipped out my leathery, red, dragon wings and flew down. I landed softly next to the dragon hatchlings, being careful not not step on any of their wings.
Did I mention I'm half dragon?