jonesy
A Wicked Kendragon
The little demon was born on a dreadful day to a horrible family in a stinking pit of a fjord.
This made him an utterly happy little demon.
His family abused him as soon as he was able to crawl, and by the time he could run he'd become the errand boy for all the things they hated doing.
Like flower picking.
He was scared of flowers. They were all pretty and beautiful and innocent.
He was sure they were up to something nasty. So he'd pick them up and plant them in a vase and leave them there to turn into wilted rotten things. The little demon loved wilted rotten things.
One day, a flower picking day, a girl in a flower dress sneaked up behind the little demon and kissed him on the cheek.
He yelped and ran away.
His family chased him back out to the field to get rid of all those hideous flowers.
The little demon crawled through the field very quietly picking flowers as he went, trying to figure out were the girl had gone.
As the night finally turned into a morning he left with such a huge load of flowers it was hard to see ahead.
And so he stumbled on a rock.
All of the flowers flew throught the air in a gracefull arc and landed on the girl who'd been waiting at the entrance to the horrible fjord.
She giggled with happiness as the flowers covered her.
The little demon figured this might distract her and rushed forwards.
He was almost past the girl when she flung out her arms and wrestled him to the ground. Then she hugged him so much he passed out from the monstrous amount of love.
When he finally came to he found himself trapped in an un-loveless marriage.
There he is still, toiling away collecting flowers for the girls little flowershop, arranging them in vases with water and nutrients so they never wither and die.
Poor little demon.
This made him an utterly happy little demon.
His family abused him as soon as he was able to crawl, and by the time he could run he'd become the errand boy for all the things they hated doing.
Like flower picking.
He was scared of flowers. They were all pretty and beautiful and innocent.
He was sure they were up to something nasty. So he'd pick them up and plant them in a vase and leave them there to turn into wilted rotten things. The little demon loved wilted rotten things.
One day, a flower picking day, a girl in a flower dress sneaked up behind the little demon and kissed him on the cheek.
He yelped and ran away.
His family chased him back out to the field to get rid of all those hideous flowers.
The little demon crawled through the field very quietly picking flowers as he went, trying to figure out were the girl had gone.
As the night finally turned into a morning he left with such a huge load of flowers it was hard to see ahead.
And so he stumbled on a rock.
All of the flowers flew throught the air in a gracefull arc and landed on the girl who'd been waiting at the entrance to the horrible fjord.
She giggled with happiness as the flowers covered her.
The little demon figured this might distract her and rushed forwards.
He was almost past the girl when she flung out her arms and wrestled him to the ground. Then she hugged him so much he passed out from the monstrous amount of love.
When he finally came to he found himself trapped in an un-loveless marriage.
There he is still, toiling away collecting flowers for the girls little flowershop, arranging them in vases with water and nutrients so they never wither and die.
Poor little demon.
Beware the sheep of war!
