My response to silver's first writing exercise as can be found here. You'd never guess I enjoy reading fantasy.
Awake, suddenly, and alert, he uncoils his lithe, powerful body.
Stretching his sinewy limbs, arching his scaly back and neck, and unfurling his imposing wingspan he turns his piercing eyes to the debris from the cave roof. Sunlight streams through the newly created hole, the first light to have touched this gloom for millenia, and reveals a frozen form.
Sharp talons clack over gold and gemstone and smoke curls upwards from his nostrils as he moves, unhurriedly, towards that which awoke him.
The reek of fear oozes from the manchild cowering before his massive frame and he reaches out with his aura to sooth as he attempts to link to the panicked mind of the human.
WELCOME. YOU NEED NOT FEAR ME FOR I WILL CAUSE NO HARM TO YOU. THOUGH THAT YOU ARE HERE MEANS YOU ARE FATE CHOSEN, WHICH WILL BE BOTH BLESSING AND CURSE. NOW COME. YOU HAVE MUCH TO LEARN.



