11. Dragon: Envision a dragon. Do you battle him? Or is the dragon friendly? Use descriptive language.

The breath whooshed out of her as she saw what stood before her. The muscles in her slim shoulders tensed as her "fight or flight" tendency took over.

In the same moment she noticed it, it noticed her.

A dragon. The most dangerous of beasts, the most mysterious of creatures, the most intelligent of beings. A dragon stood before her.

It was beautiful. Thick scales encased its entire, serpentine body. They glimmered in the dappled light of the forest, so that every movement was like a mirror reflecting light right into your eyes. Its body was long and sinuous, with a thick tail curled around its powerful hind legs. The tail ended in an arrow shape. Its claws curved wickedly, digging into the damp earth. Two rows of spikes ran behind its ears, down its arched neck, and met into one long row at its back. The dragon's head was gracefully proportioned, with smooth, curved lines and a pointed snout. Wisps of smoke blew from its flaring nostrils as it glared at her with luminous, purple eyes, that seemed to glow especially well when surrounded by its dark gray hide.

It peered down at her, reptilian body tense. She could feel the choice it posed to itself: Shall I kill this puny mortal, or let her go?

She hoped the latter won out.

They stood as still as statues for several minutes. The nervousness made her swet and the wind cooled that sweat down, so she was quitw cold. The dragon continued to look at her thoughtfully.

She was going to die. She knew it. If someone was taking this long to decide, the answer was usually pretty bad. She just wished she had a knife or something to defend herself with. That's what you get for going without your weapon, you fool, she reprimanded herself.

Even with ten swords she couldn't possibly hope to take on a dragon. Not without years of hardcore training.

The dragon shifted his weight. She jumped, it was so unexpected. It lowered its head until it was eye level with her. Her throat closed as she was forced to meet its wise gaze. Kill this dragon? She could no more kill her grandmother. She sensed its sadness. She wanted to love it.

The dragon opened its mouth. She prepared to be burnt to a crisp, but only a warm, mild air blew out, spreading heat delightfully through her chilled bones.

Then, very purposefully, the dragon straightened his body and padded silently off, going deeper into the forest. The only evidence it hd existed was the prints his large feet and embedded in the wet earth.

A/N:This is getting harder and harder... Why did I do this challenge again?