Respect Your Elders
Sirblood just looked down as he patted gave on the head saying "not your fault you didn't know." derhith just cursed her luck finally someone her size had come up here and it was another dragon. well at least he was a strong looking drake.
Change Your Spoons
"change your spoons. fill your holes. take your temperatures," was the refrain. the refrain! always the same (and spoken at a walk-by).
No Darkness In Your Arms
No darkness in your arms by draconicon the snow swirled around the lampposts along the street, the already cold night air made colder by the unpredictable gusts of wind that blew down the streets.
Snake In Your Bed
"maybe with a couple nuts in your belly you'll find your voice enough to speak more than a couple words.
Your my toy
A genius in sheep's clothing, a devil in disguise, my words are sweet as honey but i'm planning your demise. you'll never see it coming, in your mind i'm your best friend, like adding sugar to a meal, it'll taste sweeter in the end.
Your old friends.
All that gets you is exhaustion and you forget about your problem for a little while. do you go and talk to a real life friend?
Meet Your Maker
Meet your maker with the dull hum of his monitor adding to the natural white noise of his home office, isaac leaned back in his chair.
Shifts: Your control
Two forces are at play inside your body. dragon forces and wolf forces. both control your behavior. while both wanted you to become strong and strong willed. they fall different apart from one another. your natural instincts was to run.
A crocodile on your back
"if you get ashes on my floor, i'll make you clean them with your tongue!" she snarled. i had to endure. only for a few more hours, i told myself.
The Rest Of Your Life
"and i'll be your torturer for the week. but, i suppose you could just say; _for the rest of your life._"
Shooting Your Shot
Despite your disadvantage, you gave it a valiant effort." cinderace peeked out from his cover. "and since then we've had quite the adventure.
Get Your Own
* * * # get your own his mornings had become something of a ritual; from the groggy walk down to the cramped, little kitchen, to the setting of the kettle under the faucet.