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The Crimson Dragon

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read my profile sign my guestbook Name: Kinder Metro: Williamsport Gender: Male Interests: Eating, sleeping, screwing. Other dragon stuff as directed by the elders. Expertise: Killing humans...although purely for sustenance. Message: message me Member Since: 4/21/2005

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Saturday, May 07, 2005

OK, so it's been a while. Get the fuck off my case, Kindred16! I've been busy prepping for hibernation. Fall's just starting, and I'm not a procrastinator.

This will be only my third hibernation. God, I must be getting old. I never used to even consider this shit.

Dammit...Dickey's here. Gotta go. Sorry for the short entry.

Oh, wait...it's not Dickey. It's Mom...and she's brough me a treat. Cool, he's still twitching. Gotta go. Bye.

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Saturday, April 23, 2005

Let me tell you a little about my family. I have a father and a mother. They live together near me. I have a cousin, Dickey. We get along great. I’ll have to say more about him sometime.

I have other relatives, including an uncle who’s an elder…so he lives at the top of our mountain.

Those of us who are related and live within close proximity of each other are called a band. There’s three other bands on our mountain, two black and a prismatic. I like the black dragons as neighbors, but the prismatics are another story…a looong story.

Back to the family stuff. This is heading somewhere…I can just feel it.

So, I have a dad. He’s pretty cool. Doesn’t give me a bunch of shit about the things I do. He’s not very adventurous…never has been (that I’m aware of). He prefers being social and leaves the humans alone. He’s a big bear eater. Personally, I find bear a bit too fatty…especially in the fall. Bear is definitely a seasonal entrée.

Anyway, as I said, my father’s pretty tame…and kinda boring. He doesn’t like to mix it up with the humans. (Although I suspect he did at one time. He doesn’t provide details about anything.) He says, “I’m a lover, not a fighter.” That’s not all he says…he also has a plethora of stupid, nonsensical sayings…none of which I’ll repeat here.

He’s also content to eat what others have killed. How convenient.

Now, my mother…she’s more of a hunter. She’ll go off and before you know it, she’s back with a ram in each rear talon, a deer in each foreclaw…and a full belly of her own. Dad likes this, of course.

Personally, I prefer to kill my own meal…but, when Mom drops off a little something at my door, I never refuse it. Not only would that be dangerous, but I’m kinda a snacker by nature.

So, we (and a few others) are a band.

The area we inhabit is called an encampment…or camp, for short. Our encampment is on the south side of the mountain, away from the sun. Our mountain is fairly large and snow-capped. We’re situated below the snow-caps, just above the edge of the pines.

I have a story to tell about my family and our home:

This one time, at band camp… Ha! That’s funny. Right? I have no idea why.

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Thursday, April 21, 2005

Hi, my name is Kinder. I’m a dragon…a red dragon. The best kind…that’s right, believe the hype! Go red dragons! Whoo-hoo!

Anyway, for clarity’s sake, my name is pronounced like, “kindling” or “kindred.” Keep that in mind. It pisses me off to no end to be called, “Kinder” with a hard “I”, like “finder”. Don’t pull that shit.

As a dragon, I live in a hole. It’s a nasty hole with ends of worms and crap like that. That sounds like the beginning of a famous story. Well, similar, anyway.

I don’t really live in a hole. That’s an understatement. I live in a cave. It’s a fairly nice cave, too. Not as far up the mountain as I’d like, but what are you going to do? The really high up ones are already taken by elders…and those suckers are HUGE…the caves and the dragons. But, once one of them dragons dies…heh, heh…all mine.

Just kidding. I’m pretty far down from the summit. A lot of dragons would have to die for me to move up that far. But, that’s OK…the air’s not so thin down here and easier to get some wing on.

Now you might think I could challenge another dragon to a fight or something to get a better cave. Nah…doesn’t work like that. Dragons don’t fight dragons. Well, usually. Sometimes a wizard may cause a dragon to fight another dragon…but that’s pretty rare. Damn the wizards, anyway. They’re like all the bad parts of humans. Real scumbags.

No, dragons are pretty civil…when it comes to other dragons. The elders say what goes…for the most part…and they definitely forbid us from fighting amongst ourselves.

However, we often do sneak around behind their backs…yeah, like all the freakin’ time.

Like, for instance, young dragons…not whelps, but a little older…they like to get together with the opposite sex and have fun. You know what I mean. The elders don’t particularly mind…propagation of the species and all that. However, it’s a well-known fact that dragons of different colors cannot produce children. So, here we go! Let’s have fun! Grab yourself a hottie of a different hue and get laid!

Now, I’m not exactly “young”, but I’m far from old. I have no partner and no children. I’m always up for some female companionship…and I like the blue females. Yeah, boy! They’re more friendly than the green or black dragonesses (in fact, the green ones are just plain nasty)…and they don’t get attached and want to hang around your cave all the time. Big plus. And, they’re willing to go that extra little bit that really makes a difference.

But, I digress….

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