The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages.
Looking through the flames she thought to herself..he looks fat! ..."ha now whos the fat one?! "

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

Taryn raised herself from the bed to get a closer look, there were three of them now. The Dragons were coming. As she watched, a pounding mass of fear started to well in her heart as a thought tiptoed its way quietly across her mind, “the dragons had not started this fire and if there is one sure way to provoke a dragon, it is to show them a conflagration that they have not ignited with their flame.” Absent-mindedly toying with the ring on her finger she thought of Braeden, "I will follow you into the dark" she softly whispered to the empty room. With that she ran from the room, leaving behind her the resplendently opulent white marble throne room and entering the maze of dark corridors that wound their way through the palace.

Reaching the end of the escape tunnel, she emerged into the light of day, far below the castle ramparts, where lay a haughty white unicorn, waiting to carry her to wherever she may wish to go. She rode the unicorn and went to a far away place, got rich and lived Happily Ever After. MWAHAHAHAH!

"Unfortunately, the Fates would never be that kind" mused Taryn as snapped out of her revery and stared at the remains of the poor creature before her, its once proud form crushed by centuries old masonry weakened by the all-consuming touch of the flames above.

Desperately wracking her brains for a plan, she began a sort of morris-dancer meets Michael Flatley-if-he-were-a Maori-Warrior type jig that her uncle had once described as a 'Rain Dance'; it was just a shame that she didn't have any maracas orr a marimba handy as that would have added certain musical depth and might have pissed off the dragons a bit.

At this point, she pulled out an 18 inch "black mamba" dildo, lubed it up and horribly sodomized the dragons with all the hatred she could muster, and becoming comma woman, she decided to create a very, very, very, very long sentece using nothing more than the humble comma!

Night fell.

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

Taryn raised herself from the bed to get a closer look, there were three of them now. The Dragons were coming. As she watched, a pounding mass of fear started to well in her heart as a thought tiptoed its way quietly across her mind, “the dragons had not started this fire and if there is one sure way to provoke a dragon, it is to show them a conflagration that they have not ignited with their flame.” Absent-mindedly toying with the ring on her finger she thought of Braeden, "I will follow you into the dark" she softly whispered to the empty room. With that she ran from the room, leaving behind her the resplendently opulent white marble throne room and entering the maze of dark corridors that wound their way through the palace.

Reaching the end of the escape tunnel, she emerged into the light of day, far below the castle ramparts, where lay a haughty white unicorn, waiting to carry her to wherever she may wish to go. She rode the unicorn and went to a far away place, got rich and lived Happily Ever After. MWAHAHAHAH!

"Unfortunately, the Fates would never be that kind" mused Taryn as snapped out of her revery and stared at the remains of the poor creature before her, its once proud form crushed by centuries old masonry weakened by the all-consuming touch of the flames above.

Desperately wracking her brains for a plan, she began a sort of morris-dancer meets Michael Flatley-if-he-were-a Maori-Warrior type jig that her uncle had once described as a 'Rain Dance'; it was just a shame that she didn't have any maracas orr a marimba handy as that would have added certain musical depth and might have pissed off the dragons a bit.

At this point, she pulled out an 18 inch "black mamba" dildo, lubed it up and horribly sodomized the dragons with all the hatred she could muster, and becoming comma woman, she decided to create a very, very, very, very long sentece using nothing more than the humble comma!

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

Taryn raised herself from the bed to get a closer look, there were three of them now. The Dragons were coming. As she watched, a pounding mass of fear started to well in her heart as a thought tiptoed its way quietly across her mind, “the dragons had not started this fire and if there is one sure way to provoke a dragon, it is to show them a conflagration that they have not ignited with their flame.” Absent-mindedly toying with the ring on her finger she thought of Braeden, "I will follow you into the dark" she softly whispered to the empty room. With that she ran from the room, leaving behind her the resplendently opulent white marble throne room and entering the maze of dark corridors that wound their way through the palace.

Reaching the end of the escape tunnel, she emerged into the light of day, far below the castle ramparts, where lay a haughty white unicorn, waiting to carry her to wherever she may wish to go. She rode the unicorn and went to a far away place, got rich and lived Happily Ever After. MWAHAHAHAH!

"Unfortunately, the Fates would never be that kind" mused Taryn as snapped out of her revery and stared at the remains of the poor creature before her, its once proud form crushed by centuries old masonry weakened by the all-consuming touch of the flames above.

Desperately wracking her brains for a plan, she began a sort of morris-dancer meets Michael Flatley-if-he-were-a Maori-Warrior type jig that her uncle had once described as a 'Rain Dance'; it was just a shame that she didn't have any maracas orr a marimba handy as that would have added certain musical depth and might have pissed off the dragons a bit.

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

Taryn raised herself from the bed to get a closer look, there were three of them now. The Dragons were coming. As she watched, a pounding mass of fear started to well in her heart as a thought tiptoed its way quietly across her mind, “the dragons had not started this fire and if there is one sure way to provoke a dragon, it is to show them a conflagration that they have not ignited with their flame.” Absent-mindedly toying with the ring on her finger she thought of Braeden, "I will follow you into the dark" she softly whispered to the empty room. With that she ran from the room, leaving behind her the resplendently opulent white marble throne room and entering the maze of dark corridors that wound their way through the palace.

Reaching the end of the escape tunnel, she emerged into the light of day, far below the castle ramparts, where lay a haughty white unicorn, waiting to carry her to wherever she may wish to go. She rode the unicorn and went to a far away place, got rich and lived Happily Ever After. MWAHAHAHAH!

"Unfortunately, the Fates would never be that kind" mused Taryn as snapped out of her revery and stared at the remains of the poor creature before her, its once proud form crushed by centuries old masonry weakened by the all-consuming touch of the flames above.

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

Taryn raised herself from the bed to get a closer look, there were three of them now. The Dragons were coming. As she watched, a pounding mass of fear started to well in her heart as a thought tiptoed its way quietly across her mind, “the dragons had not started this fire and if there is one sure way to provoke a dragon, it is to show them a conflagration that they have not ignited with their flame.” Absent-mindedly toying with the ring on her finger she thought of Braeden, "I will follow you into the dark" she softly whispered to the empty room. With that she ran from the room, leaving behind her the resplendently opulent white marble throne room and entering the maze of dark corridors that wound their way through the palace.

Reaching the end of the escape tunnel, she emerged into the light of day, far below the castle ramparts, where lay a haughty white unicorn, waiting to carry her to wherever she may wish to go. She rode the unicorn and went 2 a far away place got rich and lived HAPILY EVA AFTER MWAHAHAHAH

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

Taryn raised herself from the bed to get a closer look, there were three of them now. The Dragons were coming. As she watched, a pounding mass of fear started to well in her heart as a thought tiptoed its way quietly across her mind, “the dragons had not started this fire and if there is one sure way to provoke a dragon, it is to show them a conflagration that they have not ignited with their flame.” Absent-mindedly toying with the ring on her finger she thought of Braeden, "I will follow you into the dark" she softly whispered to the empty room. With that she ran from the room, leaving behind her the resplendently opulent white marble throne room and entering the maze of dark corridors that wound their way through the palace.

Reaching the end of the escape tunnel, she emerged into the light of day, far below the castle ramparts, where lay a haughty white unicorn, waiting to carry her to wherever she may wish to go.

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

Taryn raised herself from the bed to get a closer look, there were three of them now. The Dragons were coming. As she watched, a pounding mass of fear started to well in her heart as a thought tiptoed its way quietly across her mind, “the dragons had not started this fire and if there is one sure way to provoke a dragon, it is to show them a conflagration that they have not ignited with their flame.” Absent-mindedly toying with the ring on her finger she thought of Braeden, "I will follow you into the dark" she softly whispered to the empty room. With that she ran from the room, leaving behind her the resplendently opulent white marble throne room and entering the maze of dark corridors that wound their way through the palace.

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

Taryn raised herself from the bed to get a closer look, there were three of them now. The Dragons were coming. As she watched, a pounding mass of fear started to well in her heart as a thought tiptoed its way quietly across her mind, “the dragons had not started this fire and if there is one sure way to provoke a dragon, it is to show them a conflagration that they have not ignited with their flame.” Absent-mindedly toying with the ring on her finger she thought of Braeden, "I will follow you into the dark" she softly whispered to the empty room.

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

Taryn raised herself from the bed to get a closer look, there were three of them now. The Dragons were coming. As she watched, a pounding mass of fear started to well in her heart as a thought tiptoed its way quietly across her mind, “the dragons had not started this fire and if there is one sure way to provoke a dragon, it is to show them a conflagration that they have not ignited with their flame.”

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

Taryn raised herself from the bed to get a closer look, there were three of them now. The Dragons were coming.

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages. Slowly but surely a dark object took shape in the swirling whirlwinds of flame as they gently licked the horizon, devastating all below them and filling the sky above with a rich air foreboding.

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat". She looked out through the ornate glass window, watching the angry red sunset mix with the tongues of fire from the burning villages.

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features. Never again, would the git call her "fat".

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.
Taryn lay back and admired her handiwork, unable to prevent a smile creeping across her features


(ps you're meant to start these things off yourself, lazybones! :P)

The Emperor was dying, The Empire in Flames.