darkSpyro

Dear, Love;

I am disgusted. You give me nothing at all. I see everyone come and go, hand in hand, while all in my hand is ponder. It seems you forgot about me, and give the others more love than their supposed to, leaving me with nothing. Do you remember me? I find it awkard that us small dragons never forget. Did someone put a Ignore-me spell on you? Who did this? I'm not afraid to attack back! My legs are strong enough to wack who ever did of such without a shudder. So I thought, If I give you something, will you give me something for this? I'll let you have it all for just one thing, Love! So do you agree? Yup, it's all free, just for that little thing! You wouldn't believe the stuff I saw!

Anyhow...

The night wasn't the best of nights. It was cold, dark, and generally horrible. The winds tore apart the dark, grey clouds with brutal forces. Rain attacked the floor, here, there, everywhere.

I flapped my wings to support my glide through the wild weather, back to the cave. I was just one inch away from the cave entrance. They was no way I could not suceed getting back in, or at least, I thought. The wind grabs my wings, nearly tearing them apart and pulled me away from the entrance. I yelled of pain and horror, until the rollercoaster stopped in its tracks. My neck wiggled like a worm as I touched the thin, green daggers of the grass. The grass were each like tall trees, discriminating my height and weight. I wondered around in ponder of the strange grass. Of course, we all knew grass was tall, but not as tall as the grass I saw.

I got back up and began flight. Suddenly a strange, large foot bashed into the mud and grass. I dodged the foot's wrath and leaped onto the tip of a piece of grass. My only hope. The earspitting volume distracted the soft swaying og the grass. From the grass, I had a good view of the foot's owner, it was just a tall, ebony black scaled female Shenum dragon; young in age. Her hair was like a forest, scarlet tipped with pure black. A large, wizard, purple hat covered the rest of the hair with many pins from previous events and feathers stabbed into the fabric.

"There is certainly a way out, we got out last time we were lost, remember, when we were younger?" She asked, the dull, but bright light of the moon was quite an amazing site. She stared speechless of the sight.

"Szarotka!" Snapped a young male dragon, he nudged her hard. Szarotka flicked back in reaction. The two were walking further, so I followed them. They wouldn't notice. "We have to get out of here soon enough," He growled, aware of the trees. He began to shoot out flares of inferno blades, each gliding over towards the stack of trees blocking their path. They was an explosion, but they was silence for awhile. A branch snapped off, breaking as soon as it touched the ground.

Szarotka grumbled.
"Its hopeless trying,"

I stuck my nose in proudly in my finding, who wouldn't? I had to find out more!

I am stupid.

Gah! In pen as well! I'm sorry, but that was Jek. He seems to have perched over me and read my letter. Ahh, well, it could have been much worse. Anyhow, my ink is running out, so I'm best to save it for when I need to more.

lol!!!!

nice start

Dear, fellow Teeneedragon;

Thank-you for writing, but I'm afraid what you give me is not enough for what you wan't me to give you. You see, I cannot grant you love, without love. It does not just come out of the blue, I need a certain thing too grant you you're wish...

I clear my throat proudly to present you with a short list:

• A jar of troll snot
  
• An arrow
  
• Another letter
  
• Respect
  

I remember my first Dragon. The story was quite intresting at the time for us Teneedragons, about a young lad desprate for uhrm... what was it again?

A...ha!

The young dragon loses his female fortune, or in other words, the love I gave to him. The young guy was a coward, but I got more than I expected from in. Speaking of coward, he came into my office huddled in the blanket. I feeled sorry for him, so I handed him some of the many love I had. I began doing this frequently, however, I began to run out of love and had to start giving the products a decent price.

So whaddaya say? Just this little list, and then I will send you love...

From you're loved, Love.

PS: Paypal?

Dear Love bringer,

Of course, I'll get more outta the dragons first though, alright?

I just remembered that I forgot to put my name at the end, so my name is Percy Fizzlepus. My real name is Jek Ovalien, but I traded it with Percy, who is now known as Jek. He told me it was a hip, new, awesome name and I would given love for free from all the ladies. I made a mistake. I was laughed at. Jek always does horrid things to me, and of course is my worst enemy - no worse-er than worse!

Anyhow, I should continue to tell you what I saw:

I sniffed the cooked air. Nothing else but the twig was snapped. The young dragon groaned at the tiny stick and swifted his head towards Szarotka.

"We wouldn't be lost here in the first place if you didn't follow that butterfly!" He snapped. Szarotka jumped back in reaction, but soon relaxed, but esteemed herself for a remark.
"Why, little Grathah, are you afraid?" She smirked, fiddling with her long ice nails. Grathath stumbled further towards the tree.
"I'll show you!" Grathath called. Szarotka leaned her head on her claw and watched him squeeze through the trees. All of a sudden a massive tree branch wacked Grathath away. "Ouch!"
Szarotka giggled.

Out of the blue, they was a large sound booming in my ears. I took cover, just to be secure. A nail-biting storm began, raging on and bawling at the beautiful sunset view. The sun ran away, but the shuddering moon took place, weak but strong at heart. Szarotka rushed over to Grathath and hugged him.
"Arghh! Monsters!"She cried as the storm cloud hurled a thunderbolt. Grathath pushed Szarotka away and chuckled.
"Am I still a coward?" Grathath slurred in his speech. Szarotka heard well and clearly, I could tell by the strict expression on her scaly face.
Another volt punches the long strips of grass, but swiftly a more threating object was coming there way. A large mallet with a faint picture of a wolf covered with a large cross hit the ground. The air scatter everywhere taking me far away. I was of the dragon's site completly. I ran back to my previous place. The wind was strong. I pushed and plucked. Just to the grass! Hang on! The wind plucked me back. I twisted and turned. I screamed. Get me out of this! I dropped down, with no other choice to hold onto a piece of grass. The wind and storm had stopped. I had a good eyeview of the dragons now.

From, the once called Jek, Percy.

PS: Yes, Paypal.

Dear Love,

It's been a week and you haven't wrote back. Work? Heres more:

A large, standing up dragon holding the mallet previously described. He was covered in white robes, edged with lacey red patterns. The hood was like a balaclava, the only place you could get a glimpse of his face was darkened by the shade of the hood. The figure bowed down and held out his hand.

Szarotka struggled to shake it, but she simpered and shook it proudly. Now it was Grathath's turn. Grathath forced a wide smile and shook his hand quickly. Like I, they expected him to talk, but he just grunted. I sensed a smile from himself.
"What's your name?" Szarotka asked, she stepped closer towards him. The figure had to walk back a few steps she was that close to him.
The figure was silent. "Hey! Talk to me!"
Again, he was silent.

I just thought it would be wise to add on a bit more instead of wasting time, yours truly, wanted to be called Jek again.

Good.

Dear, err... Whatsitsname?

I'm sorry I didn't write back to you for a while, however, did you get my troll snot? No? Alright then...

Thank-you for more of the dragons, and just for a few extra on the list you can have

finish later