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Dragon Hatchlings
"... cannot understand a single one of his Southern phrases. ... And see her? She's Kimiko; the Dragon of Fire. I used to have a thing for her, but something about having every last bone in my body obliterated in her fiery rage just turns me off. ... That little bald guy is Omi; the Dragon of Water. Li'l dude may be suckish with slang, but he's the only one with any real, moral fiber. I bet the only reason I'm not dead yet is thanks to him."
Spicer was laying back on his bed, surrounded by mussed photo books. Many pictures had been yanked from their plastic sleeves and arranged, stacked into a sort of biographical slideshow for his youngest.
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A Dragon's Greed
A portly man with many riches looks sourly forward from his seat on the open carriage pulled by two large and rather slow oxen. The man is a mayor of a town, a town that has been terrorized for many generations by a feral beast. The only way to sate the best and prevent it from attacking the town is by bringing it offerings; offerings that are in the back of the carriage the fat man is sitting on. Inside the man's carriage are three metal buckets full of gold and, strangely, one female blonde in a silken white dress with her hands tied together.
The cart is going up a wide carved out street of rock on the side of a mountain. The street is wi
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Dragon Eggs
Jack huffed and slung his temporarily broken Heli-bot over his shoulder. He couldn't believe he was still attending these stupid Showdowns when he wasn't even winning, but then again, he could get lucky.
As of now, however, his luck was less than favorable.
The Shen-Gong-Wu he'd just lost was all the way up in the Himalayas, on the actual mountains. It was high enough to be less-than-pleasantly chilly, but not so high that air was an issue. It was high enough that if his Heli-bot busted, which it had, he'd have to either find some way to fix it without tools, or gamble with Fate and edge his way down.
About 200 feet down.
Hells, no.
Gazi
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Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters, nor do I make any profit or attempt to with the writing of this or any of my other pieces.
Warnings: Language, sexual implication, homosexuality, etc.
...don't ask questions about things, you don't need to know them. >.>
NO SEQUEL WILL BE WRITTEN TO THIS: SO PROCLAIMS ME.
Also, here's a cheesy National Geographic video on alligator 'water dancing'! =3
Anyways, though, thanks for reading, and I hope you liked the fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters, nor do I make any profit or attempt to with the writing of this or any of my other pieces.
Warnings: Language, sexual implication, homosexuality, etc.
...don't ask questions about things, you don't need to know them. >.>
NO SEQUEL WILL BE WRITTEN TO THIS: SO PROCLAIMS ME.
Also, here's a cheesy National Geographic video on alligator 'water dancing'! =3
Anyways, though, thanks for reading, and I hope you liked the fic!
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This is one of my favorite of all your stories. I like the idea of Chase's mating rituals with his lizard form.
The way Jack faints in the end is hilarious!
The way Jack faints in the end is hilarious!