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Writing warm ups

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Do you guys ever do writing warm ups? Short nothings that get you in the mood and the mindset? I do, sometimes. It's part of my writer's block(wall) exercises. Helps vault me right over the obstacle. They aren't meant to go anywhere. They aren't meant to be anything. Sometimes, it's describing an emotion or something I'm looking at or about characters that don't matter. This last time, that's what it was.

When it comes to The Dragon Tamer, keep in mind it's not the same story. The characters are all the same(ish) but things have changed significantly. S're is not the last Tamer, but they are still very rare. With that in mind....

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He had to hurry. If the guards caught him now... well, they won't. He had eluded innumerous guards, soldiers, and even dragons since childhood. He was after bigger treasures than a meal these days.

Slipping into the fortress of a Tamer had been surprisingly simple. It was the getting out that was proving a bit of a challenge... but not impossible, mind you. Dodging through the shadows, he fluttered like a ghost as trained men shouted in confusion and passed him without a glance. What fools!

With a smug smirk, he rounded the corner and the breath was knocked from him, slammed into the ground by an enormous tail. His heart leapt to his throat, frozen in terror as a razor sharp snout hovered over him with a growl. However, it was not the dragon that he was most afraid of. No, it was the man with the iron gaze, a stare that ripped him asunder from the soul outward. He had looked up, he had locked eyes, and he did not possess the will to refuse.

“Fool,” the man growled like his dragon. “You thought you could steal from a Tamer? There is no such thing. And now, there is no escape. I... break... you.”

The thief's eyes grew larger, his scream echoing down the grand hall. When the guards arrived in a thundering unit, they found only a young man twitching on the ground, staring at the same nothing he muttered to; added to the collection of broken husks left to rot, forgotten in the catacombs beneath the fortress of Throne Drakinthrall.

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I just really wanted to tease you guys. Kids are in school, hubby at work, house is clean, dog is walked, music is on, 5 chapters and an extensive appendix deep already....

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