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Mediocre writing exorcise. Dragon inflates, explodes in an Aesop-y fashion.
Now in not wordy enough and too wordy flavors.
There once lived a dragon, immortal, alone and apart, a whole planet his home where he had existed from the beginning of time. Through the eons smaller creatures evolved and grew to live with the dragon.
The dragon, for its part, paid them little mind, save for demanding a yearly tribute in food; for he was an enormous, thick drake as big as a hillside his belly and appetite were great since the whole world was his hunting ground.
Soon though, generation after generation as the dragon persisted, the smaller creatures ceased to respect it. It was a burden. One year when the dragon arrived at the prearranged altar normally heaping over with food, there was no tribute at all.
“What is the meaning of this?” He bellowed up to the one female present on the ceremonial, gilded ledge above, his ancient, yellow eyes glowering.
“There simply is not enough food.” The tiny figure said in a tiny voice. “The sun shines day and night and destroys our crops.Would you not take pity on this and block out the sun with your great size? It would take much longer for our settlements to relocate.”
And so the dragon agreed.
The drake drew his high neck up to the sky, his snout stretching wide open. His muscular breast seemed to rise and then continued rising as the dragon drew in a torrent of breath, filling up great, elastic pockets deep within as the trees rustled with the whirlwind .
The drake felt his great scaled body swelling under the influence of his powerful lungs, his thick sides heaving out, rounded underbelly surging towards the ground and growing larger and larger as it began to lift the rest of his great bulk and fight his strong limbs for space.
And so the great drake blew itself up, and up, and up. The watcher below craned her neck up in the sunlight as the Dragon surged unimaginably in size before her.
Atop the heaving orange belly the rest of the drake's body appeared small. It's titanic, thickly muscled legs spread far apart by its own midsection, his massive paws made indents in his own hide where he clung to his ballooning underside. It surged out on all sides, the long body growing rounder and bigger by the moment, the bloated dragon as big as a castle estate.
“You must grow bigger!” the girl cried out. the Dragon was intruding onto the horizon now, but not by much.
Chortling at his own ability, the great serpent momentarily considered his own pressured underbelly stretching out in every direction; under his chin, lifting his tail, knocking trees aside under him. His eyes closed as the drake blew harder and harder.
Each breath surged the shining drake bigger by dozens of feet, the sound of his creaking leather and drawn out puffing reverberating for miles as the Dragon grew to contain the volume of a small lake worth of air, swelling dramatically.
“Bigger!” the call came from below, barely audible to the drake's sharp ears over the roaring air and creaks of his own expanding hide.
The tremendously swollen dragon cast a shadow on a far mountain range. The great worm could feel every portion of himself pushing further from his center with each breath. Gradually even his massive tail and neck thickened tremendously and were soon indistinguishable from the rest of his swell as his back joined the roundness of his sides and belly.
Inner pressure pushed the great beast rounder and rounder. He was only visible as a colossal, mountain-range sized dragonic belly from below, the orange-red plates slowly separating all along it to reveal black flesh that shined as the gaps grew rapidly wider.
More air than beast now, the dragon wobbled and welled up, straining and swelling with his own long, continuous breaths and at last succeeded in filtering the sun on all below him. It shone through his body as the great, drum tight, miles wide sphere he had become visibly trembled with pressure. He creaked low and long as his snout finally closed, the sound of a giant balloon about to explode magnified a million times.
Unable to futher grow, the dragon took in a great gout of the frigid, high altitude air. He was utterly unable to move, his powerful limbs long ago bloated to uselessness and then engulfed into his all encompassing swell. Pride welled up in his chest as he took in the scope of his great body, and his wings spread as he roared out his triumph, overwhelmed at holding such a volume.
The heaving, faded bubble of scales on the horizon seemed to wobble insubstantially a few moments before winking out of existence, the beast not even realizing he was pierced until he heaved out one last time as he finally exploded, shaking the better part of that world with an earthquake.
Dragon Fable Enhanced / '17
There once lived a colossal dragon on a very Earth-like plane, bright and orange as the midday sun, who's strides covered scores of farmer's fields, all of creation his home where he had existed from the beginning of time. Through the eons, smaller creatures evolved and grew to learn of and live with the great dragon, known as Yir, or 'the great one' in the common tongue.
The dragon, for its part, driven by its ancient instincts, paid the comings and goings of the tiny creatures little mind, save for demanding a yearly tribute in food from the largest settlements; for he was an enormous, thick drake as big as a mountain range. His belly and appetite were insatiable and the whole world was his hunting ground.
Soon though, generation after generation as the beast persisted, the smaller creatures ceased to respect it. "The great one is nothing but a burden!" They said. "Why pay a tribute?What enemies was the beast protecting them from but itself and it's own dumb hunger?"
And so the tribal leaders schemed, and elected a wicked priestess to carry out their will, one well read in the comings and goings of ancient worms.
One year, the dragon thundered down from the heavens at the prearranged, pyramid-like altar that had taken a city generations to build. The great plaza was normally heaping over with food, but instead this time there was no tribute at all!
“What is the meaning of this?” Yir bellowed like thunder up to the one female present on the ceremonial, gilded ledge above, yellow eyes glowering at the priestess. Storm clouds crackled between his wings. The ground trembled beneath his stomping paws, even the massive edifice trembled. Even as she bowed her head in fear, the wicked priestess smiled securely as she knew his true weakness - that simple words could fell even Yir, as the dragon had never been lied to.
“Great One. We throw ourselves upon your mercy. There simply ... is not enough food.” The tiny figure said in a tiny voice. “The sun shines day and night, hotter and hotter and destroys all of our crops. Would you not take pity on this and block out the sun with your great size? It would take much longer for our settlements to relocate, to build a proper tribute, thrice what you are used to ... but certainly filling the sky is nothing to one such as yourself?”
Yir's head tilted back and forth in thought. Mortals and their troubles! He always hungered eternally due to his great size, but the promise of even larger tributes were enticing indeed. And so the immense dragon agreed and the nefarious bargain was hatched between man and dragon with the meeting of a tiny five digited hand and an tree-trunk sized claw.
At the appointed hour, some distance away, atop the tallest peak, The drake drew his high neck up to the sky, his snout stretching wide open as if to swallow the whole thing. His muscular breast rose and rose, his neck thickened up with the influx of air all down its length and his cheeks billowed as the dragon drew in an unreal torrent of breath, filling up great, elastic pockets deep within himself as the trees rustled and bent towards him with the sucking whirlwind, clouds turning into vapor on the way down into the gaping maw.
The island-sized male felt his great scaled body swelling under the influence of his powerful lungs, sucking down unimaginable amounts of atmosphere a second. His thick sides heaving out, rounded underbelly surging towards the ground and growing larger and larger as it began to lift the rest of his great bulk and fight his strong limbs for space, his powerful, muscular swelling miles wider before the priestess as easily as one would fill a waterskin.
"Yes, you are doing it, great Yir! The sun is nothing compared to your greatness!" She yelled from a distance through cupped hands. His powerful ears could still detect her even over the subtle rumbling and groaning from his rapidly expanding hide.
And so with the priestess' praise ringing in his ears, Yir inhaled and inhaled, with more effort than the great scaled beast had ever put into anything before. His lungs burned with the intake, the watcher below craned her neck up in the sunlight as the Dragon surged unimaginably in size before her. His great leather hide pushed out in every direction as his terrifyingly powerful limbs and neck were quickly dwarfed by his surging abdomen. Even as big as he was, his figure grew to look as a lizard upon a miles-wide beachball.
Atop the heaving orange belly the rest of the drake's body grew nearly unnoticeable. It's titanic, thickly muscled legs had thickened and spread spread far apart by its own midsection, his massive paws made tiny dimples in his own hide where he clung to his ballooning underside. As his neck and tail thickened to match the curve his belly, sides and back were being forced into, his jaws grew level with the rest of his welling body, still pulling in a vortex of clouds and moisture. He surged to fill the sky atop the range, the bloated dragon as big as a small continent.
“You must grow bigger, our king and savior!” the girl cried out. The Dragon's globular form was intruding onto the horizon now, more and more - but still not much in the grand scheme of filling the whole sky.
Chortling at his own ability to grow so immense and impressive, the great winged serpent momentarily considered the sensations his own pressured underbelly stretching out in every direction; under his chin, lifting his tail, knocking trees aside under him. The stress pressing his ancient body out, fading his coloration with the immense pressure within him was little more than a strained tickle thrumming through his ridiculously elastic hide. His surface began to shine with tautness, especially where his black hide peeked from beneath his scales.
Still he drew in...
His scales all stretched away from each other as his body shuddered and billowed, stretching, his size doubled. More and more his claws were uselessly trapped in the puffy folds that had been his limbs, now only visible as slight bulges on his immensely round exterior.
The pressure beat at every part of him, trying to burst free from the scaly prison of his body. He drew in even harder, to the limits of his throat and lungs.
Each breath surged the shining drake bigger by miles, the sound of his creaking leather and drawn out puffing reverberating for miles as the Dragon grew to contain the volume of a small ocean-worth of air. Somehow, his own heat-charged dragonic breath had enabled the immense balloon to float up and away from the mountains he now dwarfed. Though his great, shining firey body rose higher and higher, his size didn't seem to diminish one bit in his immensity as he ballooned even as he rose away.
“Bigger, oh great dragon lord!” the call came from below, barely audible to the drake's sharp ears over the roaring air and creaks of his own expanding hide. The priestess had watched a bladder overfilled with wine once, frankly - just before the end it looked a lot like Yir did in the moment, and she suspected the great and ancient dragon was near his limit.
To her viewpoint on the ground, he was nothing but a growing, roaring, creaking underbelly of increasing translucency that grew clearer the larger its own. Surely at beyond hundred miles wide, If she could get Yir to push it hard once more, she suspected the insatible stomach of the great dragon would finally explode, and they would be rid of him!
Now was the time, she thought. All around her the land was in the shadow - he was actually succeeding in blocking out the sky, though she had expected his leathery hide to fail long before that. "Yir, biggest in the universe! The sun surely trembles at your display! Take your rightful place among the gods!" The beast would explode. He seemed about to any moment. But still the dragon's strained hide held back the pressure, even as Yir cast a shadow over the whole province and beyond, his growing form beginning to encroach on the city. Sweat beaded on the Priestess' brow.
This wasn't going as planned. How was Yir still holding together? She had expected him to burst asunder and leave them free some while ago. Still he inflated, rounded, and stretched. He was growing TOO large.
All around the heavens there was a vauge and powerful sound and feeling of suction as Yir inhaled... his great, scaled, shining body spanned from beyond the layers of the highest clouds, right down to the ground where mountaintops made benign indents on the drum-tight balloon of a dragon.
"Ah.. Yir ...!? Oh, Great One? P-perhaps that's enough ... perhaps we were too hasty ... perhaps you should exhale a little..?" The priestess said it, and then yelled it, and then threw her staff up at the Dragon. Her eyes grew wide as it made a sound like a bass drum as it thunked harmlessly off the dangerously inflated dragon, loud enough to be heard across the whole city.
He drew in still, the clouds rushed in towards the point of roundness where the sucking maw still must be.
It was too late, the priestess realized. Yir couldn't hear her. He was simply too big, too inflated, sunk into himself, his unmatched ears against his own churning and vibrating body, and obviously too pleasured by the growth to stop. She began to desperately run.
Yir was air than beast now, his drum tight hide mere molecules thick in some places to hold the billions of PSI filling him to near breaking. As his body stretched on, sharp pangs gave him a warning of his impending catastrophe, but the pleasure of feeling fullness where none had existed before was simply too much for him. His shape distorted as he inflated his last, the rest of his horned head and snout being pulled from view as his body welled up around him.
The dragon, straining and swelling with his own long, continuous breaths and at last succeeded in filtering the sun on all below him. It shone through his body as the great, drum tight, miles wide sphere he had become visibly trembled with pressure. He was well inflated beyond even his unimaginable capacity. Every part of him creaked low and long as his snout finally closed, the sound of a giant, rumbling balloon about to explode magnified a million times, his dangerous rumbling echoing out for hundreds of miles as his body visibly pulsed outwards.
... and in ... and in ...
Unable to further grow, the dragon took in a great gout of the frigid, high altitude air. Pride welled up in his chest as he took in the scope of his great body, the stars in the atmosphere above him and his wings spread as he roared out his triumph, overwhelmed at holding such a volume.
From space, the heaving, faded bubble of scales on the horizon that had suddenly grown like an orange blister, rivaling a quarter of the planet itself seemed to wobble insubstantially a few moments before winking out of existence in a tremendous explosion of fire and air, shaking the better part of that world with an earthquake.
On the shattered half-world that still persisted, few thought of the priestess with favor.
Now in not wordy enough and too wordy flavors.
There once lived a dragon, immortal, alone and apart, a whole planet his home where he had existed from the beginning of time. Through the eons smaller creatures evolved and grew to live with the dragon.
The dragon, for its part, paid them little mind, save for demanding a yearly tribute in food; for he was an enormous, thick drake as big as a hillside his belly and appetite were great since the whole world was his hunting ground.
Soon though, generation after generation as the dragon persisted, the smaller creatures ceased to respect it. It was a burden. One year when the dragon arrived at the prearranged altar normally heaping over with food, there was no tribute at all.
“What is the meaning of this?” He bellowed up to the one female present on the ceremonial, gilded ledge above, his ancient, yellow eyes glowering.
“There simply is not enough food.” The tiny figure said in a tiny voice. “The sun shines day and night and destroys our crops.Would you not take pity on this and block out the sun with your great size? It would take much longer for our settlements to relocate.”
And so the dragon agreed.
The drake drew his high neck up to the sky, his snout stretching wide open. His muscular breast seemed to rise and then continued rising as the dragon drew in a torrent of breath, filling up great, elastic pockets deep within as the trees rustled with the whirlwind .
The drake felt his great scaled body swelling under the influence of his powerful lungs, his thick sides heaving out, rounded underbelly surging towards the ground and growing larger and larger as it began to lift the rest of his great bulk and fight his strong limbs for space.
And so the great drake blew itself up, and up, and up. The watcher below craned her neck up in the sunlight as the Dragon surged unimaginably in size before her.
Atop the heaving orange belly the rest of the drake's body appeared small. It's titanic, thickly muscled legs spread far apart by its own midsection, his massive paws made indents in his own hide where he clung to his ballooning underside. It surged out on all sides, the long body growing rounder and bigger by the moment, the bloated dragon as big as a castle estate.
“You must grow bigger!” the girl cried out. the Dragon was intruding onto the horizon now, but not by much.
Chortling at his own ability, the great serpent momentarily considered his own pressured underbelly stretching out in every direction; under his chin, lifting his tail, knocking trees aside under him. His eyes closed as the drake blew harder and harder.
Each breath surged the shining drake bigger by dozens of feet, the sound of his creaking leather and drawn out puffing reverberating for miles as the Dragon grew to contain the volume of a small lake worth of air, swelling dramatically.
“Bigger!” the call came from below, barely audible to the drake's sharp ears over the roaring air and creaks of his own expanding hide.
The tremendously swollen dragon cast a shadow on a far mountain range. The great worm could feel every portion of himself pushing further from his center with each breath. Gradually even his massive tail and neck thickened tremendously and were soon indistinguishable from the rest of his swell as his back joined the roundness of his sides and belly.
Inner pressure pushed the great beast rounder and rounder. He was only visible as a colossal, mountain-range sized dragonic belly from below, the orange-red plates slowly separating all along it to reveal black flesh that shined as the gaps grew rapidly wider.
More air than beast now, the dragon wobbled and welled up, straining and swelling with his own long, continuous breaths and at last succeeded in filtering the sun on all below him. It shone through his body as the great, drum tight, miles wide sphere he had become visibly trembled with pressure. He creaked low and long as his snout finally closed, the sound of a giant balloon about to explode magnified a million times.
Unable to futher grow, the dragon took in a great gout of the frigid, high altitude air. He was utterly unable to move, his powerful limbs long ago bloated to uselessness and then engulfed into his all encompassing swell. Pride welled up in his chest as he took in the scope of his great body, and his wings spread as he roared out his triumph, overwhelmed at holding such a volume.
The heaving, faded bubble of scales on the horizon seemed to wobble insubstantially a few moments before winking out of existence, the beast not even realizing he was pierced until he heaved out one last time as he finally exploded, shaking the better part of that world with an earthquake.
Dragon Fable Enhanced / '17
There once lived a colossal dragon on a very Earth-like plane, bright and orange as the midday sun, who's strides covered scores of farmer's fields, all of creation his home where he had existed from the beginning of time. Through the eons, smaller creatures evolved and grew to learn of and live with the great dragon, known as Yir, or 'the great one' in the common tongue.
The dragon, for its part, driven by its ancient instincts, paid the comings and goings of the tiny creatures little mind, save for demanding a yearly tribute in food from the largest settlements; for he was an enormous, thick drake as big as a mountain range. His belly and appetite were insatiable and the whole world was his hunting ground.
Soon though, generation after generation as the beast persisted, the smaller creatures ceased to respect it. "The great one is nothing but a burden!" They said. "Why pay a tribute?What enemies was the beast protecting them from but itself and it's own dumb hunger?"
And so the tribal leaders schemed, and elected a wicked priestess to carry out their will, one well read in the comings and goings of ancient worms.
One year, the dragon thundered down from the heavens at the prearranged, pyramid-like altar that had taken a city generations to build. The great plaza was normally heaping over with food, but instead this time there was no tribute at all!
“What is the meaning of this?” Yir bellowed like thunder up to the one female present on the ceremonial, gilded ledge above, yellow eyes glowering at the priestess. Storm clouds crackled between his wings. The ground trembled beneath his stomping paws, even the massive edifice trembled. Even as she bowed her head in fear, the wicked priestess smiled securely as she knew his true weakness - that simple words could fell even Yir, as the dragon had never been lied to.
“Great One. We throw ourselves upon your mercy. There simply ... is not enough food.” The tiny figure said in a tiny voice. “The sun shines day and night, hotter and hotter and destroys all of our crops. Would you not take pity on this and block out the sun with your great size? It would take much longer for our settlements to relocate, to build a proper tribute, thrice what you are used to ... but certainly filling the sky is nothing to one such as yourself?”
Yir's head tilted back and forth in thought. Mortals and their troubles! He always hungered eternally due to his great size, but the promise of even larger tributes were enticing indeed. And so the immense dragon agreed and the nefarious bargain was hatched between man and dragon with the meeting of a tiny five digited hand and an tree-trunk sized claw.
At the appointed hour, some distance away, atop the tallest peak, The drake drew his high neck up to the sky, his snout stretching wide open as if to swallow the whole thing. His muscular breast rose and rose, his neck thickened up with the influx of air all down its length and his cheeks billowed as the dragon drew in an unreal torrent of breath, filling up great, elastic pockets deep within himself as the trees rustled and bent towards him with the sucking whirlwind, clouds turning into vapor on the way down into the gaping maw.
The island-sized male felt his great scaled body swelling under the influence of his powerful lungs, sucking down unimaginable amounts of atmosphere a second. His thick sides heaving out, rounded underbelly surging towards the ground and growing larger and larger as it began to lift the rest of his great bulk and fight his strong limbs for space, his powerful, muscular swelling miles wider before the priestess as easily as one would fill a waterskin.
"Yes, you are doing it, great Yir! The sun is nothing compared to your greatness!" She yelled from a distance through cupped hands. His powerful ears could still detect her even over the subtle rumbling and groaning from his rapidly expanding hide.
And so with the priestess' praise ringing in his ears, Yir inhaled and inhaled, with more effort than the great scaled beast had ever put into anything before. His lungs burned with the intake, the watcher below craned her neck up in the sunlight as the Dragon surged unimaginably in size before her. His great leather hide pushed out in every direction as his terrifyingly powerful limbs and neck were quickly dwarfed by his surging abdomen. Even as big as he was, his figure grew to look as a lizard upon a miles-wide beachball.
Atop the heaving orange belly the rest of the drake's body grew nearly unnoticeable. It's titanic, thickly muscled legs had thickened and spread spread far apart by its own midsection, his massive paws made tiny dimples in his own hide where he clung to his ballooning underside. As his neck and tail thickened to match the curve his belly, sides and back were being forced into, his jaws grew level with the rest of his welling body, still pulling in a vortex of clouds and moisture. He surged to fill the sky atop the range, the bloated dragon as big as a small continent.
“You must grow bigger, our king and savior!” the girl cried out. The Dragon's globular form was intruding onto the horizon now, more and more - but still not much in the grand scheme of filling the whole sky.
Chortling at his own ability to grow so immense and impressive, the great winged serpent momentarily considered the sensations his own pressured underbelly stretching out in every direction; under his chin, lifting his tail, knocking trees aside under him. The stress pressing his ancient body out, fading his coloration with the immense pressure within him was little more than a strained tickle thrumming through his ridiculously elastic hide. His surface began to shine with tautness, especially where his black hide peeked from beneath his scales.
Still he drew in...
His scales all stretched away from each other as his body shuddered and billowed, stretching, his size doubled. More and more his claws were uselessly trapped in the puffy folds that had been his limbs, now only visible as slight bulges on his immensely round exterior.
The pressure beat at every part of him, trying to burst free from the scaly prison of his body. He drew in even harder, to the limits of his throat and lungs.
Each breath surged the shining drake bigger by miles, the sound of his creaking leather and drawn out puffing reverberating for miles as the Dragon grew to contain the volume of a small ocean-worth of air. Somehow, his own heat-charged dragonic breath had enabled the immense balloon to float up and away from the mountains he now dwarfed. Though his great, shining firey body rose higher and higher, his size didn't seem to diminish one bit in his immensity as he ballooned even as he rose away.
“Bigger, oh great dragon lord!” the call came from below, barely audible to the drake's sharp ears over the roaring air and creaks of his own expanding hide. The priestess had watched a bladder overfilled with wine once, frankly - just before the end it looked a lot like Yir did in the moment, and she suspected the great and ancient dragon was near his limit.
To her viewpoint on the ground, he was nothing but a growing, roaring, creaking underbelly of increasing translucency that grew clearer the larger its own. Surely at beyond hundred miles wide, If she could get Yir to push it hard once more, she suspected the insatible stomach of the great dragon would finally explode, and they would be rid of him!
Now was the time, she thought. All around her the land was in the shadow - he was actually succeeding in blocking out the sky, though she had expected his leathery hide to fail long before that. "Yir, biggest in the universe! The sun surely trembles at your display! Take your rightful place among the gods!" The beast would explode. He seemed about to any moment. But still the dragon's strained hide held back the pressure, even as Yir cast a shadow over the whole province and beyond, his growing form beginning to encroach on the city. Sweat beaded on the Priestess' brow.
This wasn't going as planned. How was Yir still holding together? She had expected him to burst asunder and leave them free some while ago. Still he inflated, rounded, and stretched. He was growing TOO large.
All around the heavens there was a vauge and powerful sound and feeling of suction as Yir inhaled... his great, scaled, shining body spanned from beyond the layers of the highest clouds, right down to the ground where mountaintops made benign indents on the drum-tight balloon of a dragon.
"Ah.. Yir ...!? Oh, Great One? P-perhaps that's enough ... perhaps we were too hasty ... perhaps you should exhale a little..?" The priestess said it, and then yelled it, and then threw her staff up at the Dragon. Her eyes grew wide as it made a sound like a bass drum as it thunked harmlessly off the dangerously inflated dragon, loud enough to be heard across the whole city.
He drew in still, the clouds rushed in towards the point of roundness where the sucking maw still must be.
It was too late, the priestess realized. Yir couldn't hear her. He was simply too big, too inflated, sunk into himself, his unmatched ears against his own churning and vibrating body, and obviously too pleasured by the growth to stop. She began to desperately run.
Yir was air than beast now, his drum tight hide mere molecules thick in some places to hold the billions of PSI filling him to near breaking. As his body stretched on, sharp pangs gave him a warning of his impending catastrophe, but the pleasure of feeling fullness where none had existed before was simply too much for him. His shape distorted as he inflated his last, the rest of his horned head and snout being pulled from view as his body welled up around him.
The dragon, straining and swelling with his own long, continuous breaths and at last succeeded in filtering the sun on all below him. It shone through his body as the great, drum tight, miles wide sphere he had become visibly trembled with pressure. He was well inflated beyond even his unimaginable capacity. Every part of him creaked low and long as his snout finally closed, the sound of a giant, rumbling balloon about to explode magnified a million times, his dangerous rumbling echoing out for hundreds of miles as his body visibly pulsed outwards.
... and in ... and in ...
Unable to further grow, the dragon took in a great gout of the frigid, high altitude air. Pride welled up in his chest as he took in the scope of his great body, the stars in the atmosphere above him and his wings spread as he roared out his triumph, overwhelmed at holding such a volume.
From space, the heaving, faded bubble of scales on the horizon that had suddenly grown like an orange blister, rivaling a quarter of the planet itself seemed to wobble insubstantially a few moments before winking out of existence in a tremendous explosion of fire and air, shaking the better part of that world with an earthquake.
On the shattered half-world that still persisted, few thought of the priestess with favor.
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i enjoyed both versions. the first one was more innocent? love how he just got bigger and how it is described that things like his tail ad head swelled so big that it became part of his body instead of being it's own ball stuck to his body.
the second one has a ton of really nice details, i love how he got bigger, and how big you couod compare him to where he started. the fact taht he had gotten so big that he was like out of the atmosphere is erally nice touch. how he was becoming see through as well made it suh an interesting thing to think about with the omninous size and how the sun must have filtered through him in a terrifying manner.
honestly, i'd read another story with an idea that i thought this was going to go, so i was surprised it didn;t. but basicaly in the other story i'd read, there was a dragon that infalted so big that it started to float upwards. as it went higher it got bigger, but even as it went into space it looked like it was still the same size the entire time.
eh, yeah, that aside, i really enjoy how you described the popping. the fact athtyou just described him as winking out of existance is a really nice word to think of. especially with how detailed it was with how big he was, how he looked as well as how tight he was. but the pure fact that 'winked' was the word is seriously like the best thought i could ever imagine for something popping. all i just imagine is how it's this huge terrifyig thing one moment, and then just gone. like you'dve missed it i you blinked.
the second one has a ton of really nice details, i love how he got bigger, and how big you couod compare him to where he started. the fact taht he had gotten so big that he was like out of the atmosphere is erally nice touch. how he was becoming see through as well made it suh an interesting thing to think about with the omninous size and how the sun must have filtered through him in a terrifying manner.
honestly, i'd read another story with an idea that i thought this was going to go, so i was surprised it didn;t. but basicaly in the other story i'd read, there was a dragon that infalted so big that it started to float upwards. as it went higher it got bigger, but even as it went into space it looked like it was still the same size the entire time.
eh, yeah, that aside, i really enjoy how you described the popping. the fact athtyou just described him as winking out of existance is a really nice word to think of. especially with how detailed it was with how big he was, how he looked as well as how tight he was. but the pure fact that 'winked' was the word is seriously like the best thought i could ever imagine for something popping. all i just imagine is how it's this huge terrifyig thing one moment, and then just gone. like you'dve missed it i you blinked.
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