(This was an assignment for school.  Our teacher has us using a book with SAT level vocabulary to write stories.  The vocab words are bold, and I am just to lazy to unbold them.)

I watched my prey as it hobbled away on its wounded legs.  I could tell that the creature was agonizing as it let out a loud, sorrowful roar.  Truthfully, I could not let this creature go on under such torment, so I did what any good dragon hunter would do!  I lured the beast with a chunk of veal and then plunged my dagger into the soft flesh of its underbelly.

That was that.  Another beast mine for the taking!  I pined for the beautiful blue scales of the beast, worth quite a pretty penny down at the black market.  Procuring the scales was laborious work, but the money I would receive as payment for the beast’s hide kept me going.

Finally, the beast was stripped of scales, and I was greatly fatigued.  I collapsed against a tree, breathing hard as I looked upward to the sky.  Despite how tired I was, I remained in a state of insomnia.  My anticipation for the next day’s trade must have kept me awake.

At some point, I must have dozed off.  I donned my cloak and headed down to the market.

“Hey, neophyte,” one store owner called out to me.

In a single instant, I was right up in his face.  “I am no newcomer, lad.  This is my fifth dragon!” I hissed.

The merchant raised an eyebrow.  “And?  That lovely little vixen over there just killed her fiftieth.  Therefore, I hold my point.”

I growled, but stopped when my eyes spotted the curvacious blonde standing a few markets down trading in a few dragon pelts.  She seemed rather displaced among all of the bulky men in her feminine skirt.  Without realizing it, I began to stare at her.

“That is no way to look at a lady.  Weren’t you ever told it is impolite to stare?” she asked.

“I am sorry, ma’am.  It is just that you are…” I stumbled over the words, my voice stymied by her beauty.

“Unique?” she twittered.

I was hesitant in my response, but her laugh was encouraging.  “Well…  It’s just that…”

“You don’t see many other girls here?” she continued to answer for me.

I nodded.  At that point, I was so preoccupied with here that I did not notice the infuriated man come up behind me.

“You’re quite an audacious young man to be talking to my wife,” he bellowed.

With a start, I turned around to see the man glaring icily at me.  “Terribly sorry, sir!” I whimpered.  “I was simply ambling around, minding my own business.  We just happened to bump into each other!” I lied.

Before the man could say anything else, I left the market.  There was no use getting in a fight!  Besides that, I also had some dragons to catch if I didn’t want to be looked at as a newcomer, and so the vicious cycle began.  I would catch a dragon, bring it to market, and meet that girl.  Oh, how I wish I only knew the huntress’s name…

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