*CRASH-BANG*
"Huh-wha...?" Chrysophylax moaned as he awoke with a start. His dragon instincts told him that something was seriously wrong.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww," he groaned, clutching his head with his claws. He determined that the something seriously wrong was this massive hangover of Etceteronian proportions.
*CRASH-BANG*
"Keep it down," he gasped weakly. He put his head down on the bar. That proved to be a mistake because...
*CRASH-BANG*
...and the bar shook and bashed Chrysophylax in the jaw.
"AI!" shouted Chrysophylax. He reared up and looked around him. The room seemed to be spinning. He did not trouble to wonder if that was caused by the crashing or his sorry state, such reckoning was currently beyond him. It did not matter anyway. He knew what he had to do. It was the only thing that mattered.
He had to find something to drink!!!
Then he had to find Grrufff and tell her of his undying love for her, before the world fell in on them or his head split open, whichever happened to come first.
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