Dracozine - part 12"mmm..""mm...."sniff sniff"mmrh?"Sniff"Rargh!"My eyes snapped open as I realised that I had done it again. I had gone straight to bed after a flight session without showering, and forgot about the BO. Barely awake, annoyed, and smelling pretty bad, I rushed out of bed and into the bathroom, swiping the iPod off the bedroom table as I did.The iPod was blaring away "Sons of Plunder" by Disturbed, as I scrubbed myself clean in the shower. Using the bar of soap, I rubbed away at the silver scales, being sure to rub both ways to get anything that accumulated underneath. The song kept rocking away, and I started mouthing al
Dracozine - part 11I opened the door to the apartment and entered, feeling weary, but better. I couldn't see BlueScale or Rosethorn anywhere, but Grym was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching Black Books on the TV. I slumped down on the couch next to him."What'sss up?" he asked me."Just finished the psych eval." I replied."Went on the electric chair and everything?""Yeah. Thanks for the heads up on that, by the way.""I wasss not allowed to tell you, or it wouldn't have worked." Grym chuckled, "In a way, that ssservesss you right for not telling me about the blood tessst.""Fair enough.""Sssso, what did they find?""It would seem I hav
Fires of IndustryEnglish North Sea, 1885.Pick leaned against the rails of the top deck and breathed a sigh of joy as the Connery sailed through the ocean waters on its maiden voyage. He smiled as he saw the seagulls glide lazily over the water, watching as one dived in and returned to the air, a fish caught in its beak. He was so happy to have a job here, on this great ship, and out of the dark and dirty streets of London where he had come from.The ship he was on, The Connery, was the first of its kind, a revolutionary ship that had roused up a storm during the Great Exhibition when it had been unveiled. What had made this ship so special was that it did
Dracozine - part 10"BlueScale, wait!" Rosethorn called as she got up and followed after him, leaving me on the couch and Grym at the table."Why did you do that?" I said to him, "He's probably scared enough as it is!"He looked up at me, his face still showing his fear. "They went too deep." He told me, "They went too deep, and they dug up sssomething..." he looked away with a sigh, "...sssomething bad.""What are you talking about?" I asked, concerned, "What did they dig up?""I... don't know." Grym replied, shaking his head, "I jussst don't know."I held my hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry Grym. They'll help you.""I hope they can." He replied. He sta