I just realised I still have fic and icons over in what used to be my fic-and-icon journal that I haven't finished importing to here.
This is a drabble I wrote for drakhen
, on request, about one of her characters. One of the Daemonslayers
, in fact. Specifically the cursed dragon Blackjack
. Honestly, you shouldn't be reading this, you should be looking at Izzy's art. So do that instead.
I didn’t start it.
All I did was throw some guy across the room. It’s not my fault he landed in the middle of a poker game. So I proceeded to do the same to the lads who came over to complain about their disrupted game.
OK, maybe I started it.
See, thing is? Much as I love a good fight, that half-wit almost spilled my drink. And you just don’t get whiskey like this anywhere in Tymaera. It’s not cheap.
I’m drinking, it’s my time. No stupid human’s getting in my way.
I’ll catch up with the violence later.