It was a beautiful summer’s morning on Evergreen Close. The sun was gleaming in the clear, cloudless blue skies, and the trees around the neighbourhood were slowly waving in the gentle summer breeze, with their shining, green leaves rustling with them. The seven large houses around the Close were all seemingly lifeless, except for one. A cloud of grey smoke billowed from the house’s garden, accompanied by intermittent laughter.
Suddenly, the door of the house was opened, and out stepped a blue, lizard-like creature, complete with two striking wings, a long tail, and two sharp horns atop his head. He walked on his hind legs, and he had clawed hands and feet, with white talons that shone in the summer light, brilliantly. He had well-developed muscles, and looked like a very powerful creature.
This creature… was a dragon. This species of dragon was not much taller than a human, but had the same basic features as a full-sized Western Dragon; a semi-crooked, wedge-shaped head, two or more horns of various designs, sharp talons of varying length, large wings to allow flight, and, of course, the ability to breathe fire. But, this blue dragon wasn’t the only one of his kind. Evergreen Close was home to several of these fantastic creatures.
I must tell you, that these are not ordinary dragons, as you would find in many other fantasy stories. These dragons had soul. They had heart. They had personalities.
And, this blue dragon? He had attitude.
This dragon’s name was Storm, and he was a very outgoing creature, who truly enjoyed the company of others. He was also a bit of a troublemaker, and would do anything for a laugh. He often sported a black cowboy hat, purely for the fact that it “looked like awesome itself”.
Upon leaving the house, Storm had spotted his neighbour, a young adult human, watering her plants, and generally minding her own business. Storm suddenly grinned, and snickered under his breath. He then subtly put two of his fingers into his mouth, and wolf-whistled at the human. The human dropped her watering can in shock, and looked at Storm, who was casually leaning on the wall of his house, with his arms folded. He smiled at the human cheekily, and tilted his cowboy hat down slightly.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Storm said, with a very coquettish tone.
The human didn’t react to this at first, yet Storm carried on watching her, hypnotised, as if his eyes were physically glued to her body.
When she finally went back inside her house, under her breath, she murmured, “Damn dragon.”
Storm laughed quietly, and sighed in contentment.
“Gotta love the humans.” He said quietly.
Storm then suddenly frowned, and sniffed the air around him. He had smelled something… something smoky…
He looked at his reflection in the window of his house, nodding to himself in admiration. He tilted his head backwards, and looked down his nostrils. He then lifted up one of his arms, and sniffed underneath, trying to track the source of the stench.
“Well… that ain’t me…” He said to himself.
The laughter from the garden became louder, and Storm looked towards the sound. He growled.
“Vulcan… you idiot.” Storm said, disapprovingly.
Storm walked around to the back of his house, and entered the beautiful, lush garden. It was an amazing place; the grass was freshly cut, birds of all species were flocking to the bird feeder near the back of the garden, and an impressive apple tree was stood proudly near the garden gate. In the centre of the garden, there was a sun lounger, with another, striking red dragon laying on it. He was a little taller than Storm, but he also had less bulky muscles. He had a white, scaly underside, and his body was tattooed with various different images, among them were a few skulls, and a couple of Chinese dragons. He wore dark sunglasses, and he was holding a smoking object in his right claw.
“Vulcan!” Storm shouted, approaching the red dragon.
The red dragon slowly moved his head to look at Storm, and he grinned, mischievously.
“Heeeyyyy… Storrm! Whoo’za dragon, huh?” Vulcan slurred.
Storm held his arms out in front of him, as if to ask, “What the hell are you doing?”
Vulcan laughed, quietly, and looked up at the skies again. He lifted the smoking object in his right claw to his mouth, and he took a deep puff of it. He coughed, and laughed again.
“Vulcan, what the hell is this?” Storm asked, pointing a talon at the white, cylindrical object in Vulcan’s claw.
“Somet’in’ you ain’t gon’ get, brudda.” Vulcan said, slowly.
“What? Speak English, you stupid dragon.”
“But I has just spoken Eng-leesh… you are stupid one, fool.”
Storm spotted a plastic bag on the side table next to Vulcan, filled with a green, leafy plant. He picked it up, and sniffed inside it. His head recoiled, and he whistled, slowly.
“Holy shit, man! I thought you’d gotten off this crap!” Storm said, holding the bag up to Vulcan’s face.
“Ehhh, well… you know man… sometimes a dragon’s got change of mind… an’ he goes out ‘n’ does stuff… like…” Vulcan replied.
“How much of this did you buy?” Storm asked.
“Y’know… Storm…” Vulcan started, pointing one of his white talons at Storm. “I can actually remember…”
“Well?” Storm asked, impatiently.
“About… a hundred g’s…”
“What?! And how many joints have you smoked today already?”
“Uhm… I can’t understand wha’ you sayin’, man… speak English… stupid dragon…”
Storm shook his head, and looked at the ground near where Vulcan was lying. Joint butts were littered on the ground around him, and Storm attempted to count them.
“Seven… eight… nine… My God, Vulcan. You’ve smoked nine today, and it’s only…” Storm paused to look at his watch. “Three-o-clock! Don’t you have a job?”
“Jeah… but… you know… I sorta forgotten about that today.” Vulcan replied, with a giggle.
“God’s sake, man. How much did you pay for this crap?” Storm asked, a little fearful of the answer.
“Well… if you think really hard… then you can just find out…”
There was a pause.
“Vulcan…” Storm said, impatiently.
“Wha? You figuresed it out yet? Or are you a bit high todays?” Vulcan replied, struggling to speak properly.
“Get your head straight, and answer me! How much did you pay for it?”
“You don’t wanna know dat… but it’sh around… about… somethin’ like… seven-hundred?”
Storm’s jaw dropped.
“You what?! You paid seven-hundred quid for that?!” Storm exclaimed, pointing at the bag.
“Whassa’ problem wid’ dat?” Vulcan said. “You only gotten yourself to blame.”
“Christ Almighty, man…” Storm growled, facing away from Vulcan.
“You is a blasphemous son-of-a-bitch… you know dat, Stormy. You gonna get yo’ ass kicked pretty daaamn hot by dat God man…”
“The only thing that’s gonna get its ass kicked is that joint.” Storm said, turning around to look at Vulcan again. “Drop it!”
“That no gon’ happen, Stormy, man…”
“Drop it, now!”
“Ahhh, it don’t matter, you’re just gonna pull some… what you do… judo, karate, taekwondo… ah, whatever, you just gon’ pull dat martial shit on me if I don’t drop dis, anyway… c’mon, I bet’cha can’t hit it.” Vulcan said, holding the joint up in mid-air. “I get ta keep smokin’ it if ya don’t hits it.”
Storm narrowed his eyes, getting annoyed.
“Heeeere, Stormy Stormy Stormy!” Vulcan taunted, waving the joint in mid-air. “Come and get it!”
Storm growled, jumped a short height in the air, and pulled off an extremely precise tornado kick. He managed to kick the joint out of Vulcan’s grip, and, miraculously, it landed in the plastic bag, and started to burn the contents.
“Nooo!” Vulcan cried, falling off the sun lounger, and grabbing the bag. “My precious weed!”
Storm turned his back on Vulcan, and started to laugh, as he walked towards the garden gate.
“Haha, I has the last laugh, Storm!” Vulcan shouted. “I used your cash to buy dat grass! Ahaha! You just burned your own money!”
Storm laughed, and spoke without looking at Vulcan.
“Heh… you mean that cash you left lying around a couple of nights ago after you got pissed?”
“Wha…? Tha… that was… mine?” Vulcan asked, dumbfounded.
Storm laughed quietly to himself, and left the garden, leaving Vulcan to mourn over the loss of his weed.