Today, I wanted to write lots. So I picked up a random first sentence generator and a random number generator. I challenged myself to write with whatever came up with whoever corresponded to the number on the list. Sweet.
Up first is Karimo.
The water looked deep and inviting. He shook his hair out from underneath his helm, putting it under his left arm, one hand still on his dragon’s neck, gazing down at the gorgeous mountain lake below them. They were so high up, all he could see was a break of blue in a see of dark green treetops, but he was desperately thirsty and could use a bath, and he knew his partner felt the same.
Eagerly, they moved down towards the lake, diving at too steep an angle. Karimo yelled and clung tightly to Trianna’s neck, but she was apparently more parched than he thought; she didn’t slow down, even at his persistent cries aloud and in his head. He felt his legs lifting from the saddle and going over his head, and finally his fingers slip. He was falling through the air.
I’m going to die, he thought miserably, panicked. I’m going to hit the ground and splatter-
But Trianna noticed it at the same time he did; there was a settlement outside the lake. From the corner of his eye he could see his dragon’s legs working the air,trying to stop, but instead she just plummeted, and made such a splash in the lake that the water rose ten feet easily and slapped down on the banks, hitting some of the huts hard.
But, he was still going to die. He closed his eyes and braced for impact. What he hit felt softer than ground, but the impact still broke his arm. He continued through whatever he had fallen into, onto another hard surface, and he howled in pain. As he opened his eyes, he realized he had fallen through a straw roof, into one of the homes.
He also realized there was a very angry woman stepping out of a bath, entirely naked, with eyes like gold and hair like spring grass, not to mention a spiny, scaled tail of deep emerald tipped with a lethal spike of silver, twitching wings that almost touched the ceiling and sides of the hut when extended, and an expression of rage that, if it could kill, would have left him wishing he was only in the lowest region of hell, and not where this woman wanted to send him.
Then the pain rushed back to him. He howled again, crushing his splintered left arm, knees curling up to his chest. He supposed this evoked at least a little sympathy in her; she ceased to actively want to kill him and simply dressed. Still, if he was going to die, at least he had seen the image of female perfection first!
He slowly became aware that there were cries of alarm and dismay outside, and then laughter. Clearly, they found Trianna amusing. Eventually, the woman whose bath he had accidentally invaded returned. She dragged him upright.
He cried out in pain, but she paid him no mind, and shoved him from the hut. People stared. Trianna had her head on the ground, level with him, her body on the bank now, still dripping.
She threw him to her fellows, two young dragon-men, who held him tightly. He winced, but held his tongue.
“Who are you, dragon-rider?” She spat at him. He blinked.
“Karimo. And you?”
“You are not in the position to ask questions,” she snapped. He recoiled. She was fierce, and that glare was back. She threw her hair back. It was only now he noticed she had a knife in her hand. Yet, when he glanced at Trianna, she was closed to him.
“Tri?” he asked. There was fear in his voice.
“Quiet,” she said, firmly, brandishing her weapon. He looked back at her. “Why are you here?”
“Please, I was just...We were flying farther than we have ever before, and…” he gulped, and looked around. “We haven’t been outside the compound of our mistress for a -”
“Can you not speak in the first person, or have you just lost your mind from the fall?” she asked. The dragon-kind around her barked laughs of approval.
“We...We are a we, miss,” he said, glancing at his dragon, who was still closed off. His arm hurt him badly; he began to sweat.
“No dragon needs a human to complete her,” she said. “And it seems you’ve flown too far on stolen wings from your precious little mistress, nestling. And caused a lot of damage here, particularly to my roof. You shall be made to repair it, and atone for your crimes.” A smile broke her face, and to his surprise, it was not cruel. “But your dragon is very fond of you, so we will be kind. She has explained the accident. You must still remain here until your repairs are completed, but you shall not be treated unkindly.” The hands that held him loosened, which was a relief, except that he realized he had been using their strength to hold him up. He slid down, and they had to catch him again. The dragonwoman frowned in concern.
“Take him to be tended, and then to the spare hut,” she commanded. He felt faint; the world was spinning.
I was only blocking you to joke! He heard his other half pander inside his head, panicked. Don’t die or anything!
He meant to comfort her, but the world swam black, and the last thing he saw was the worried face of his great black, rising in alarm.
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