Tooth and Claw: A Short Dragon Tale by Michael Wombat
forefoot pointed to each of Thoibodeau’s limbs in turn. She coughed, then recited “Eeny, meeny, miny, mo. Ah, say good bye to your left leg, you…” She coughed again, and frowned.
“Just kill me and finish it,” Thibodeau gasped. Daf’q swayed, and shook her head.
“What… what have you done?” she breathed, releasing the Mag and staggering sideways. A few scales fell from her neck. Thibodeau rolled onto its side and stared at the Dark Queen. At the far side of the cavern Becca-ree lifted its head. Dark Queen Daf’q’s legs gave way and she crashed to the ground.
“It hurts!” she wailed. “What have you done, Mag?”
“This was not my doing, Daf’q,” Thibodeau frowned.
“No, it was mine!” Jena strode into the cavern to stand by Thibodeau.
“What could… what could a pathetic hominid do?” hissed Daf’q, her face twisted with pain. Scales fell in scores from her heaving torso.
“Me? Not much,” said Jena, “Except to coat your teeth with Weedkiller.” Jena held up a flask of the dark liquid. The Dark Queen gasped and collapsed heavily to the ground as the life finally left her body. Luedtke rushed into the cavern entrance, saw the body of the Pinophyte, and relaxed with a dragon smile.
“Well done, my friend Jena,” said Thibodeau, rising to its feet. “Well done indeed.”
“I thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a backup plan, just in case. So what now?”
“Well, for starters,” said Thibodeau, curling a lip, “I think I broke a tooth. Do you think you could take a look?”
Other books by Michael Wombat
Warren Peace - a rabbit tale.
Fog – an award-winning thriller.
Cubic Scats – a compendium of Northcentric nonsense.
Moth Girl versus The Bats – a steampunky adventure.
Soul of the Universe – a music-inspired anthology.
Cutthroats and Curses - a pirate anthology.
Blood on the Ground – a collection of short stories.
Descent – a pilot’s last moments. FREE ebook.
About the Author
A Yorkshireman living in the rural green hills of Lancashire, Michael Wombat is a man of huge beard. He has a penchant for good single-malts, inept football teams, big daft dogs and the diary of Mr. Samuel Pepys. Abducted by pirates at the age of twelve he quickly rose to captain the feared privateer ‘The Mrs. Nesbitt’ and terrorised the Skull Coast throughout his early twenties. Narrowly escaping the Revenue men by dressing as a burlesque dancer, he went on to work successively and successfully as a burlesque dancer, a forester, a busker, and a magic carpet salesman. The fact that he was once one of that forgotten company, the bus conductors, will immediately tell you that he is as old as the hills in which he lives.
Nowadays he spends his time writing and pretending to take good photographs. You can have a good laugh at his blog or his photographs, but most of all please go and mock him mercilessly on Twitter or Facebook. Michael Wombat has published over one book. Other authors are available.
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“Just kill me and finish it,” Thibodeau gasped. Daf’q swayed, and shook her head.
“What… what have you done?” she breathed, releasing the Mag and staggering sideways. A few scales fell from her neck. Thibodeau rolled onto its side and stared at the Dark Queen. At the far side of the cavern Becca-ree lifted its head. Dark Queen Daf’q’s legs gave way and she crashed to the ground.
“It hurts!” she wailed. “What have you done, Mag?”
“This was not my doing, Daf’q,” Thibodeau frowned.
“No, it was mine!” Jena strode into the cavern to stand by Thibodeau.
“What could… what could a pathetic hominid do?” hissed Daf’q, her face twisted with pain. Scales fell in scores from her heaving torso.
“Me? Not much,” said Jena, “Except to coat your teeth with Weedkiller.” Jena held up a flask of the dark liquid. The Dark Queen gasped and collapsed heavily to the ground as the life finally left her body. Luedtke rushed into the cavern entrance, saw the body of the Pinophyte, and relaxed with a dragon smile.
“Well done, my friend Jena,” said Thibodeau, rising to its feet. “Well done indeed.”
“I thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a backup plan, just in case. So what now?”
“Well, for starters,” said Thibodeau, curling a lip, “I think I broke a tooth. Do you think you could take a look?”
Other books by Michael Wombat
Warren Peace - a rabbit tale.
Fog – an award-winning thriller.
Cubic Scats – a compendium of Northcentric nonsense.
Moth Girl versus The Bats – a steampunky adventure.
Soul of the Universe – a music-inspired anthology.
Cutthroats and Curses - a pirate anthology.
Blood on the Ground – a collection of short stories.
Descent – a pilot’s last moments. FREE ebook.
About the Author
A Yorkshireman living in the rural green hills of Lancashire, Michael Wombat is a man of huge beard. He has a penchant for good single-malts, inept football teams, big daft dogs and the diary of Mr. Samuel Pepys. Abducted by pirates at the age of twelve he quickly rose to captain the feared privateer ‘The Mrs. Nesbitt’ and terrorised the Skull Coast throughout his early twenties. Narrowly escaping the Revenue men by dressing as a burlesque dancer, he went on to work successively and successfully as a burlesque dancer, a forester, a busker, and a magic carpet salesman. The fact that he was once one of that forgotten company, the bus conductors, will immediately tell you that he is as old as the hills in which he lives.
Nowadays he spends his time writing and pretending to take good photographs. You can have a good laugh at his blog or his photographs, but most of all please go and mock him mercilessly on Twitter or Facebook. Michael Wombat has published over one book. Other authors are available.