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A man ran as fast as he could, stumbling from time to time,nederland abercrombie & fitch, cold sweat running down his face and mixing with his tears. He could run for only so long, couldn't hide,abercrombie en fitch, couldn't live, couldn't die. Right now,munich calzados, all that was left for him was for him to run until his time ran out.
Unfortunately for him, the last grains of sand had just slipped out of an hourglass. A dragon clawed at the tiny human, snarling and baring its fangs, slowly dragging out its motions and making it even more obvious that its prey was about to die. More than once, it leapt closer, its hot breath beating the man back as his tears stopped, too afraid to move. It was purposely faking going in for the kill, prolonging the human's agony so it could amuse itself further. It was giant, well,scarpe hogan prezzi, by human standards, at any rate. It seemed colorless, though in truth its scales were a jet black that screamed mystery. What its victim could only imagine was a mouth curved into a cocky little smirk, its colossal wings stretching and overwhelming its quarry, forming a circle. If dragons laughed in the same way that humans do, it would be cackling maniacally. It had a full belly, but what true dragon doesn't like a good game of cat- and-mouse with an inferior species?
The man in question shuddered, mental tears falling where real ones where frozen by fear. He was tall for a human, but seemed to be no more than an atom in comparison to its captor. He had blonde hair and brown eyes that were searching about madly for a way to escape. But there was no escape; he knew it, and-he? she? it?-the dragon knew it as well. The man gulped, and tried his best to look brave. He stood up and looked the dragon in the eye, even though fear and common logic screamed at him not to.
The dragon seemed rather amused by this new revelation. It was quite unused to having its victims have the guts to look it in the eye. Oh the strange human wouldn't have any guts in his body to make him function.
The dragon leapt onto the man, pinning him onto the ground-or so it seemed. The man had actually flung himself onto the ground and began whimpering quietly as the dragon stopped a mere hair, a mere hair in front of the cowering man. But it wanted to beat down all the bravery within the man before killing him. Killing a brave man was no fun-he enjoyed watching them beg for God and any sort of help. They never realized that their prayers would never help them. Nothing can help anything stuck in the grasp of a dragon.
The man had stopped his whimpering and was onto praying to everything that he thought would help. The dragon inched closer. Once they started praying, the fun was over. Best to go for a nice, slow kill, it really brought out the screams.
The tip of a giant,belstaff stiefelette, mustard claw dug into the man's stomach. Not the heart or the lungs, or else they couldn't scream in pain, as the dragon had learned from previous game.
"That's quite enough," a voice said. It snapped once, and the dragon had disappeared.Related articles?
Unfortunately for him, the last grains of sand had just slipped out of an hourglass. A dragon clawed at the tiny human, snarling and baring its fangs, slowly dragging out its motions and making it even more obvious that its prey was about to die. More than once, it leapt closer, its hot breath beating the man back as his tears stopped, too afraid to move. It was purposely faking going in for the kill, prolonging the human's agony so it could amuse itself further. It was giant, well,scarpe hogan prezzi, by human standards, at any rate. It seemed colorless, though in truth its scales were a jet black that screamed mystery. What its victim could only imagine was a mouth curved into a cocky little smirk, its colossal wings stretching and overwhelming its quarry, forming a circle. If dragons laughed in the same way that humans do, it would be cackling maniacally. It had a full belly, but what true dragon doesn't like a good game of cat- and-mouse with an inferior species?
The man in question shuddered, mental tears falling where real ones where frozen by fear. He was tall for a human, but seemed to be no more than an atom in comparison to its captor. He had blonde hair and brown eyes that were searching about madly for a way to escape. But there was no escape; he knew it, and-he? she? it?-the dragon knew it as well. The man gulped, and tried his best to look brave. He stood up and looked the dragon in the eye, even though fear and common logic screamed at him not to.
The dragon seemed rather amused by this new revelation. It was quite unused to having its victims have the guts to look it in the eye. Oh the strange human wouldn't have any guts in his body to make him function.
The dragon leapt onto the man, pinning him onto the ground-or so it seemed. The man had actually flung himself onto the ground and began whimpering quietly as the dragon stopped a mere hair, a mere hair in front of the cowering man. But it wanted to beat down all the bravery within the man before killing him. Killing a brave man was no fun-he enjoyed watching them beg for God and any sort of help. They never realized that their prayers would never help them. Nothing can help anything stuck in the grasp of a dragon.
The man had stopped his whimpering and was onto praying to everything that he thought would help. The dragon inched closer. Once they started praying, the fun was over. Best to go for a nice, slow kill, it really brought out the screams.
The tip of a giant,belstaff stiefelette, mustard claw dug into the man's stomach. Not the heart or the lungs, or else they couldn't scream in pain, as the dragon had learned from previous game.
"That's quite enough," a voice said. It snapped once, and the dragon had disappeared.Related articles?
