<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Dragon on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/dragon/</link><description>Recent content in Dragon on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/dragon/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Kiss of the Dragon</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/kiss-of-the-dragon/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/kiss-of-the-dragon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It happened on Dark Night, as all such extremely magical things must. It was a long time ago… long before the invaders came from England… long before the invaders came from the north… even before the invaders with their iron weapons and shields that locked together to form the shell of a turtle came from the south and conquered Britain before invading the green isle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the invaders with their turtle shells who took the practices of Dark Night back to their homeland. But the calendars of Rome and the calendars of the green isle were not the same. And the Romans didn’t recognize the purpose or power of Dark Night. So they lit their fires and celebrated with dance and revelry on the last day of their harvest month. But those who remember still light their fires on the first dark of the moon following the day when the sun stops its march across the heavens and begins to return to shine with warmth upon the green isle.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Deanna and the Dragon</title><link>/stories/2019/06/19/deanna-and-the-dragon/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/19/deanna-and-the-dragon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the holographic dragon that did it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had lunged forward, massive mouth open wide, and the roar was deafening inside the cave. But even as Will leapt forward, brandishing his sword to protect Deanna from the holographic beast, she had been transfixed. The sight of the gaping hole of its maw, pink and wet but vanishing into dark black depths, the wetness of its tongue, the hotness of its breath, it gave her an almost overwhelming desire to throw herself forward into its mouth and let it consume her.  But she’d held herself back, and completed her night on the holodeck with Will, not letting on that she&amp;rsquo;d found the experience intensely arousing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I Am NOT Food</title><link>/stories/2009/06/06/i-am-not-food/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/06/i-am-not-food/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Long ago, deep in a valley, there was a small village of people. A
farming community of simple people with simple beliefs. Everyone knew
everyone and there was no crime or problem of any kind within the town
itself! Outside the town that is a much different story. Everything
from trolls, ogres, dragons, and wizards crept around in neighboring
forests, mountains, and fields. The only reason why the town was
safe, was the fact that there was quite a bit of people there, and
they always have power in numbers. This kept mostly everything away
from them, and over time and generations it got to the point that
everything dangerous was sooo distant from them, that no one had ever
even seen a Dragon, wizard or etc.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>