Vent was pouting, the dragon was tied down to the bow of the airship by a rope, ever since the explosion of the boiler he was working on a week ago, the fellow members of the crew had been bullying him and calling him names. It wasn’t HIS fault that someone had sabotaged the boiler, and that he’d been the one it detonated on, but alas, the dragon could do nothing but sway in the wind… It was a bit stronger than usual, he thought to himself, before he sensed something wrong. Was… was he slowly gaining height? No, that couldn’t be… he wanted a growth spurt, sure, but this definitely wasn’t i-
SNAP.
The dragon’s eyes shot open as he looked down. Sure enough, one of the 3 ropes that was holding him down had snapped. He didn’t see anyone else around, so he screamed for help. Terrified of flying off uncontrollably again into the open air. He watched with fear as each rope slowly frayed as he could do nothing but watch. As the rope attached to his other foot frayed away, Captain Bayel came outside to see what the ruckus was about. “Vent… What are you- HUH?!” The lion ran to grab the last rope, but it snapped just before he was able to reach it. Fear in his eyes, the small dragon skyrocketed up into the sky yet again, before Bayel sighed. “Dammit… Alright men, get the ship running, we gotta go get him before anything happens to him… AGAIN.”
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Day 8 prompt done.
Vent and Bayel are mine.
don't know how to feel about this, or if i can finish the rest of the days, but i'll do what i can.
Comments appreciated.