A rush of vile air streaks from the hole you were so enchanted by, a loud, familiar roar echoing as you were knocked from your perch on her tail. You scream as you fall, your nose burnt with the stench as you approach the ground. You arrive to the ground without a splat, but with bone-grinding sounds that made you wish it was just a 'splat'. You lay broken on the ground, unable to move as...
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