The Dragon Pet

Her scales glimmered in the dimming light of the fireplace. They shimmered green and blue, like the water of the clean ocean far out at sea. She slept curled on a hearth rug, her claws covered by her long slender tail and her head, sleek with scales and leather ears, rested upon her front legs, claws beneath her long snout.

Every time she breathed out, a puff of purple smoke would leave her nostrils in the form of a ring. She slept peacefully, purring as if she were a common kitten, harmlessly dreaming of her master’s return. Her breed was a rare kind, as rare as dragons could go. Even one of her green blue scales could be sold for hundreds on the market, but she slept there content, unworried of the troubles she would cause her new owner.

Though nothing of the sort had happened, the shop owner knew that once the dragon hatched, it would cause nothing but trouble for him. He sold it for mere dollars, not able to even imagine the suffering he would receive should he go for but one scale or talon. He would rather be rid of it, though he warned the owner of the misfortunes that would surely come, he did neglect to mention the powers the dragon possessed.

When she grew she would be able to control the elements such as water and air. Her wings would grow from 3 inches to a span of a few feet. Even thought she would never grow larger than the average house cat, this dragon would be faster, and more dangerous that imagined. At the young age of only 5 months, the dragon would acquire lots of meat to feed and more when she grew older. Her fire breath would be enough to burn down a mansion, but for now, her flames would remain as they were, purple and harmless.

The family grew weary of such a pet and stayed clear from its path. Only the children would allow it close enough to be fed scraps from the table or the vegetables they’d rather not eat.

All in all, the dragon was calm and lazy. She would curl on the couch or near the fireplace, lean up against the shins of family members like a cat would and purr for affection. She had not once proved her self a danger to them or anyone else, but as she grew they knew something was going to happen eventually.

The owner cared little for the accusations of her friends and family against the dragon. She believed with all her heart that her newfound friend and pet would not disappoint her in any way. As the years passed and the dragon aged, and the owner’s claims were proven true, the dragon stayed calm and lazy just as her owner was, never once causing trouble or burning down their home. She fed off the scraps from the table and the mice living in the attic, and remained in the home, sleeping on the hearth rug by the fireplace without a care in the world as to the accusations the rest of the family may give.

Please take not that this was something I wrote for creative writing explaining our ideal pet. I may extend this, I may not, and I don’t know what I’m going to do with it. I just thought it would be nice to share…