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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Nov. 20th, 2009 11:27 pm)Title Morte d'Albion
Fandom: Merlin
Rating/Warnings: PG, future!fic
Pairing: Merlin/Great Dragon
Disclaimer: These are merely words and concepts which concern characters who are property of someone else.
The Old Religion tasted like blood and dirt, coating his tongue with bitterness. It felt like fire and rain, peppering his skin with pain. It looked like an ancient youth with a forked tongue, clawing druidic patterns into his skin. The Old Religion was a shadow of its former glory, remembered only by he who defied the Ways and the creature who selfishly used them.
They performed no ancient rite. When their forms were shed, meeting halfway between human and creature, they tried to reforge their lost kingdom. Each time, they failed. Each time, they remembered their failures and wept.
Fandom: Merlin
Rating/Warnings: PG, future!fic
Pairing: Merlin/Great Dragon
Disclaimer: These are merely words and concepts which concern characters who are property of someone else.
The Old Religion tasted like blood and dirt, coating his tongue with bitterness. It felt like fire and rain, peppering his skin with pain. It looked like an ancient youth with a forked tongue, clawing druidic patterns into his skin. The Old Religion was a shadow of its former glory, remembered only by he who defied the Ways and the creature who selfishly used them.
They performed no ancient rite. When their forms were shed, meeting halfway between human and creature, they tried to reforge their lost kingdom. Each time, they failed. Each time, they remembered their failures and wept.
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