You ask Sinn Garr what exactly does 'were dragoness ' mean and he gives you a
blank look,he doesn't know
A nagging feeling of worry is starting to build within you.
You ask him what a 'dragon' is and he immediately points towards himself.
Well Sinn Garrs big,scaly,four footed,has a long skull a mega crocodile would be proud to
own and he's having a awful hard time keeping that 66 foot long body of his coiled
up in your room.
As you look more closely at his maw you notice his 6 inch long daggers for teeth
are bloodstained and have bits of red poodle fur and meat stuck between them.
"Gawd,please no,don't tell me you ate Fifi " you sob at Sinn Garr.
If he could blush,this dragon genie with bad breath would,but his guilty look
is enough.
Sinn Garr gobbled up your pet poodle Fifi whilst you lay in a feint on the floor.
You immediately demand Sinn Garr produce a dragon dictionary
and this is the entry for 'were dragoness'
were-dragoness ( noun) (fem) OS wurm drakoene : "even a big fierce nasty carnivorous evil
dragoness who has a rotted foul heart can fall under the curse of the
weredragoness under a full moon" ( Old Gyppsy woman The WereDragoness of Fetid Swamp }
You know what that means.This is your unatural state as a dragoness.Fearfully you look out
the window and breathe a sigh of relief at the moon bathing you in its comforting rays.
Then the clouds roll in,the Moon is blocked from your view and you feel a tremendous
need to get bigger,longer,nastier,hotter ,scalier,greedier and more like a dragoness
aught to be...