The creature walked silently
His head held high
His tail lashed mightily
He had no fear he would die
But then he felt the glass shatter
The cold consumed him
What he did try, did not matter
His eyes blinked, all was dim
He surfaced, choking
His talons swiped at nothing
He cried out hoping
But no one had heard anything
He was burning
His head rolled as he jumped
The waters were around him, churning
He felt limbs bumped
Glass crackled and clawing drew him down
He bellowed as his fire faded
He was sure to drown
His hour was now dated
And surely they found him later
His eyes rolled and white
His hide much like that of a gattor
Now with ice cracked, in him there was no more light
The pride he knew had turned traitor
The dragon drowned
The water still in his lung
They saw the sight and frowned
His claws merely hung
And he merely floated
The burner chilled
Looking slightly bloated
The burner killed
All for a little pride
They fished him out
But no one cried
All they did was give a slight pout
That dragon they'd fished
His insides frozen and crisp
They'd planned a better vengeance to be dished
To be honest, they were kinda pissed.
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General FictionLil Poems, Short Stories, and Whatever else I throw in. Any story listed as being based off of AOAA is a spin-off story based on @ipotato92's story of Academy of Animus Assassination, and I have gained their permission to include characters seen in...
