"Oof." Theo collapsed beneath Gwyneverre's weight and gave up on struggling, going limp. After all, his movements only seemed to make the dragon angrier. Better to just let her have her way and wait for a good moment to make a run for it.
And then Theo learned, in perhaps the worst way possible, that he wasn't alone with the aggressive dragon. The man's tone sent a shiver down his spine, though Theo hid it well. Oh, bad vibes. Very bad vibes.
"Not squirming, aye aye, cap'n," Theo muttered, a nervous grin baring his teeth. "Now, how can I help you?"
He had a bad feeling that he knew exactly what this man wanted, but there had to be a way out of this, right?
And then Theo learned, in perhaps the worst way possible, that he wasn't alone with the aggressive dragon. The man's tone sent a shiver down his spine, though Theo hid it well. Oh, bad vibes. Very bad vibes.
"Not squirming, aye aye, cap'n," Theo muttered, a nervous grin baring his teeth. "Now, how can I help you?"
He had a bad feeling that he knew exactly what this man wanted, but there had to be a way out of this, right?
Theo
"Poker" by ND Strupler is licensed with CC BY 2.0.
