Speaking of skeletons, they're neither the smartest nor brightest of creatures to grace our good lord’s earth, and a hungry one is even less so.
Drool dripped down from Bony’s mouth. As Princess Cambria and Mark conversed, all Bony heard was:“Blah, blah, blah, I am delicious and fat-free, blah, blah, blah, eat me now, blah, blah.”
He held his scimitar tight. With a dragon, he would be able to gut only one of them, and then drag his meat far away, before cleaning it and cooking it proper over a nice crackling fire. Bony loved his meat cooked and fresh. Most skeletons thought it a waste of time, but Bony appreciated the finer things in life.
“Furthermore,” - Cambria had now raised her voice to a mild roar - “you may tell my step-mother that if she is so intent on spying on me, she should do it herself!”
“Lady, you got the wrong idea. I am not here to spy on you; I have a quest!” Mark crunched his eyes and hung his head the second he said it. It was imperative, after all, that no one learn of his “quest”.
“And what about a quest?” The princess’ tone had become sweet and lady- like. Mark could see over her shoulder the fierce dragon holding his head between his two ghastly paws with his thin, wing-like ears perked straight up.
“Well...,” was all Mark would have a chance to say before all went dark.
Of course you can guess what happened-- Bony, being very hungry and quite tired of waiting -- leaped from his hiding place.
Of course, if you have ever been really excited to do something and then had to do it hastily you might understand that sometimes you have a tendency to forget certain things. In Bony’s case, he forgot to take his sword out of his sheath, and so a swing that was meant to chop off Mark’s head, merely knocked him unconscious. And Bony, having to act fast to avoid a bone-charring bout of dragonfire, grabbed Mark’s legs and ran as fast as he could out of the cave and away from a very intimidating runite dragon.
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