wl2172
05-16-2002, 02:19 PM
The dragon is a mythical creature, very mighty and confident in its own strength and power. Its thick scales glow with an inner light that signifies the strength of its invincible armour. An army of a thousand troops will shiver in fear even at the mention of its name.
The tiger is a creature of stealth and speed, it is patient and awaits its turn. It prowls in darkness cloaked in secrecy, perhaps spotted occasionally by the glow of its eyes. When in combat, it gives its enemy no rest, no quarter and no place to hide.
Now the time has come to decide the master of the land, and it is the tiger and the dragon that so happen to meet. With its powerful claws, the dragon draws first blood, throwing the tiger off like a ragged doll. The tiger staggers, with blood covering its hind, but its eyes portrays no fear or pain. The dragon laughs with sinister delight, as it sees the tiger humbled so easily. But with a singular resolve, the tiger crouches low, not to show defeat or submission, but to gather strength and self-belief.
Out of the corner of the dragon's eyes, it catches a glimpse of some movement, but before anything can be done, the tiger pounced. With all its strength gathered in that single leap, the tiger streaked towards the dragon straight and true like an arrow. Like an arrow it pierced through scale and flesh, skin and bones, alas finding the dragon's heart...
With the dragon slain, the tiger awaits its next challenger patiently as nightfall arrives, once again cloaking it in darkness and secrecy. Only its eyes show any emotion at all for this unexpected and long-awaited victory.
The tiger is a creature of stealth and speed, it is patient and awaits its turn. It prowls in darkness cloaked in secrecy, perhaps spotted occasionally by the glow of its eyes. When in combat, it gives its enemy no rest, no quarter and no place to hide.
Now the time has come to decide the master of the land, and it is the tiger and the dragon that so happen to meet. With its powerful claws, the dragon draws first blood, throwing the tiger off like a ragged doll. The tiger staggers, with blood covering its hind, but its eyes portrays no fear or pain. The dragon laughs with sinister delight, as it sees the tiger humbled so easily. But with a singular resolve, the tiger crouches low, not to show defeat or submission, but to gather strength and self-belief.
Out of the corner of the dragon's eyes, it catches a glimpse of some movement, but before anything can be done, the tiger pounced. With all its strength gathered in that single leap, the tiger streaked towards the dragon straight and true like an arrow. Like an arrow it pierced through scale and flesh, skin and bones, alas finding the dragon's heart...
With the dragon slain, the tiger awaits its next challenger patiently as nightfall arrives, once again cloaking it in darkness and secrecy. Only its eyes show any emotion at all for this unexpected and long-awaited victory.