*grass peels away, dead around the poor, broken remains of a once great creature*

*opens his eyes and looks at the all too proud warg; reaches out for her again with no luck. Closes his eyes and groans, trying to muster a flame*

...

Fuuuck...if only I could turn my head....

*rustles his wings and looks down at the strange little animal that appeared at the entrance to his lair. Flares his nostrils, taking in the scents around him...gold, tarnish, steel, mithril, rock, dead dwarf...barrel rider. His thick scaled lips peel back from his teeth as he catches the last scent. Not exactly like that annoying little thing from ( Read more... )

*staggers in through the Back End smial door, and looks around tiredly*

The torment of the homeless dragqueenon never ceases. Thus, I have decided to try and take advantage of gain some of the hospitality of the Shire folk.

Yes, this is half-assed. I don't have Merry Gamgee to pester anymore. Whoever shall I move in with?

*wanders across the Shire border*

I seem to have awakened in the arms of a dwarf.

EWWWWW!!!!! WRETCH!!!! THE HAIR!!!!! BLEGH BLEGH BLEGH BLEGH...but why do they taste so good?

Oh, how far the mighty have fallen! *gets up and looks for his fishnets and heels*

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*climbs out of a dumpster in Dale, vodka in hand, and wobbles* What the fuck is with all the dragons bein'...bein'...*wavers and falls over* up again?

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I've woken up in a dumpster behind Bard's Bait Shop.

.....My assumption is that I passed out in mid destruction, they fished me out (haha) and having no use for me much like everything else in Middle Earth they threw me away.

There're more tears in my fishnets.

....*pouts and tries to get out of the dumpster*

*limps around Dale looking pathetic*

Alright, I'm getting really fucking sick of this. I'm homeless, I'm hungry, there are snags in my fish nets, my makeup is smeared and all these fuckers are looking tasty.

*snarls and turns into his dragon self, wreaking havoc on Dale*