The Centaur
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She snorted once and a small burst of green flame erupted from her nose. The flame wafted upwards toward the blue sky overhead and disappeared in a wisp of white smoke.
The dark angel glanced toward the shimmering waterfall in search of the fair one, but she was not there. Certainly she had been but a dream. Had he not been dreaming when the dragon had come? Had he not been dreaming of Inanna? Even in his dream he was dreaming, and for all he knew, he might still be dreaming.
“To dream… to dream. I would dream again for dreaming is my only escape,” he said the words aloud. If the dragon chose to eat him now, he would welcome the opportunity to give her a good case of indigestion.
The dragon lowered her head and perused him from one eye under a spiked brow. Her lines were elegant. Her form exquisite death. To find such beauty in horror was an almost laughable situation. The dark angel could only muster a dry chuckle. The eye blinked and the second eyelid slid aside revealing the emerald depths.
“What are you looking at, my lovely pet? I hope you are not fond of feet, for you will find me lacking.” He held his chin up as high as possible. His heart was pounding in his ears, but he was determined to die with what dignity he had left.
The dragon withdrew her head and began to preen herself, running her fore claws over her wings, licking her back with a long sleek tongue. She dipped her head in the crystal pool several times and soaked Abaddon in the process. She seemed quite unconcerned with him, and he thought she might have just come from another dinner. It was obvious that she knew he could not leave. His stomach rumbled at the thought of food, even his thoughts of being served for dinner made his stomach growl. If he had thought to bring his feet with him, he would have eaten them himself. He was starving, slowly, but surely. He’d not eaten in days, and he had been hungry before the battle. How many days had passed since then, he had no idea. If she waited much longer, he would be a scrawny meal indeed.
The pain had left him and, but for his feet, he was well. His voice, a bit hoarse from weeping, was loud and clear none-the-less.
“Hello!” He shouted to the beast as she settled her wings on her back and appeared ready to take a nap. “I’m talking to you, foul beast!” He shouted again, but she paid no heed to him.
He got up on his hands and knees and crawled toward her. How dare she dump him here and forget him? How dare she ignore him?
He crawled across the damp stone and up the slippery slope to where she lay. She was enormous! Abaddon worked his way down her side and over her right front leg to where her head lay resting on the stone.
He poked her jaw with his claw and shouted at her again, unsure of where her ear might be located. She moved slightly and snored loudly.
“Damn you, creature of perdition!” He shouted and beat both fists against her closed eyelid.
The scales felt like enameled tiles under his hands and soon he had caused a great deal of pain for himself. When he finally gave up in frustration, he began to make his way back to his place by the pool where he could put his aching fists in the soothing water. Before he could heft himself over her foreleg, she shifted her position and pulled him close to her throat, trapping him behind her curled claw. He beat frantically against her, but he was going nowhere. He relaxed, drew a deep breath and leaned his weight against her throat. He could feel her heart beating and in spite of her appearance, she was quite warm. The heat felt good to his back and he felt himself drifting into sleep, lulled by her snores and the steady beat of her heart.
Finished.
Quotations taken from the King James Version Bible, the New Testament and the Old Testament, the Revelation of St. John, Jude, Mark, Luke, Matthew. The Testimony of the Mad Arab and the Necronomicon. The Emerald Tablets of Thoth, the Atlantean, the Centuries of Michel de Nostradamus.
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