Relationship status: Single
Area: Welsh mountain, but willing to travel
Age: 1643, but still have own fangs and most scales
Body Type: curvaceous; wings—large, leathery but still muscular
Hair Color: what hair?
Eyes: Two, hypnotic, green or orange depending on mood
Dietary Restrictions: Carnivore
Smoker?: Yes, and some steam, and some pretty impressive flaming
Occupation: not currently employed but not on state benefits
Income Bracket: large pile of gold, but not large enough (about three villages worth)
Religion: Dewi. Open to other similar religions
Likes: gold, mountains, livestock, villagers
Dislikes: Knights/heroes (so-called) with pointy things
Have Children?: some spawn got fertilized and there were some eggs at some point, I think, but I really can’t remember. ‘Not living at home’ I guess
Want Children?: Yes, please. Delicious! Would make a good romantic gift, done up in a nice box, with some herbs
Astrological Sign: Serpent rune
Three Personality Traits: possessive, thoughtful, other
Ideal First Date: eating out, treasure hunting
Sports: Extreme hunting, flying, sky-diving
More about me: Well hello! I’m Maurgha. I’ve been single for a while, though I’m sure my friends, if I had any, wouldn’t be able to understand why. I live on the side of a beautiful mountain in Wales and grow my own organic villagers. There are so few dragons around here, honestly, it’s dead, and there’s loads of life in me yet, so I thought I’d give this a try. Nothing ventured, eh?
No knights in shining armor please. I’m on to you. I came on here in good faith, and yet sometimes you can almost hear the lances being sharpened. Asking which mountain I live on before the first date? Yeah right. Honestly you have to be so careful on the Internet. Genuine dragons only please. No timewasters.
I’m no longer young, it’s true. And the world seems to have changed so much—some of the dragonlings hoard credit cards and designer plastic jewelry—I just don’t understand it. One of the southwestern dragons even claims that it’s wrong to eat people, and has become a sheeparian!
I did try dating a Chinese water dragon last year. Oh, he was really nice but, you know, a bit too nice—thoroughly wet. We were just incompatible really—he didn’t light my fire and I didn’t float his boat, so it fizzled out.
As you can see, I’m more traditional really, and I can’t be the only one. Are you out there somewhere? I’m the greatest treasure of my hoard, a female of many talons…
© 2014 by Cathy Bryant
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