A Chained Dragon

Yeah, well, so many other peolpe were writing something about an adventure that had to do with being kur, so I was like, "Meh. Why not?" So this is my attempt at it.

I hope you enjoy and please don't flame me. Seriously. If it's an anonomous flame I WILL erase it. If it's a flame from a fellow auther, then expect to be reported. I REALLY don't feel like getting messed with. Just a warning to all flamers.

I will take critics, though.

Now go read!

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Far away, under the Saturday home, past the basement, was a narrow chamber.

The small chamber was dark. The walls were a dull red color - from rust or cold clay - no one knows why it was that color.

Something - or someone - was in this room. It breathed in ragged breaths. Hands trembling with confused rage and wandering sadness.

The creature hid in the shadows, which was in the back of its prison.

Around its neck, was a chain that tied it to the floor. Its wrist and ankles were also tied down by stainless steel.

The room suddenly gained an orange hue. Sun-light crystals littered the ceiling, were just activated.

The new lights revealed the mystical creature in its cell.

The creature had black fur on its face, shiny black scales running down its coiled body. White fur stuck out in a star shape on its head, between dark night, fuzzy ears. On the ears tips, was white fur shaped like a flame. it had a beautiful silver mane. The white fur went down its back, stopping into a large puff on the tail tip.

This magestic being had a long muzzle, with ebony saber-tooth-tiger fangs poking out, along with smaller dagger fangs coming out from the sides. Its nose was silver, like the matching set of claws. Mile long black whiskers layed like useless ragdolls, on the crimson clay floor.

This creature was a mystical cryptid. A dragon.

A secret scientist neared the door to this dangerous cryptid. The scientist opened a slot in the the bright red, steel door.

This scientist was none other than, Drew Saturday.

Drew stared at the sleeping dragon. 'He still looks the same to me.' A tear ran down her cheek.

"How could this happen?" Her voice cracked from sadness. She slammed her fist into the door from anger. She gasped when she heard a growlish groan.

The dragon woke from his slumber. He shook his head, forcing himself awake. "Grrm?" He grunted. He had a muzzler on, preventing him from opening his mouth.

She sympatheticy smiled. "Oh, i'm sorry baby. I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean to wake you." Her weak smile turned into a frown. "You don't deserve this." She growled. "Just because your kur, doesn't mean your evil. I know you can be reckless, but I also know your a kind, sweet boy that would never hurt anyone."

Tears began to fall freely. "I... I never should have gone to that excavation! I knew I was pregnant! Yet I went anyways!" She stopped. Lowering her voice. "I guess this is karma, only thing is, it's punishing you to." She looked into his almond shaped eyes. The dot of his eye was a red slit and the white of his eyes were an illuminatimg orange.

The dragon tilted its head in worry.

She observed his face. His face was long and very furry, a contrast to his scaled body. "You look so cute."

Her smile slowly returned. "You look so pathetic in there. You can't be happy in such a cramped room. Sure, it wouldn't feel that way if you were human again, but your true form is so massively huge!" Drew smiled at him.

Drew whipped around fast, as she heard foot steps.

Behind her was, Doc. "I see you came to see him." He smiled warmly.

His wife looked down to the floor with shame. "I-I know the other scientists wouldn't approve, but I had to see my baby!" She looked at the dragon again. "Poor, Zak."

The dragon -now obviously known as, Zak- pulled from his chains. "Grm!"

Drew gasped she heard his chains rattle viciously. "Oh, Doc! Why did they have to muzzle him!? And if that wasn't enough, they chain him to the floor!"

Doc walked to the slot in the door way. "Because they thought he was a dangerous monster." He mumbled.

"But he isn't a monster! He's Zak Saturday! I don't care if he's kur! He's my baby!" She looked into the slot. "And always will be." She mumbled.

Doc looked into the slot, staring at the dragon. His eyes were glazed over with so many emotions;

Saddness for being a wild creature in captivity.

Anger for the people he thought loved him, betrayed him.

And miserable for transforming into this creature.

Doc noticed how pale his fur/scales looked. It wasn't like a dark black, like when he first changed into this creature, it was dulling from malenutrition.

"Zak." He mumbled to himself. Doc reached into his pockets and pulled out a ring of keys.

Drew looked at him funny. "Doc. What are you doing?"

Doc stopped flipping keys when he took the red one. "Giving our boy some freedom."

The moment he finished his last word, he entered the chasm of the great beast.

Drew slowly followed. "Careful! We don't know when his instincts will kick in."

Zak glared warily at his father, making sure he wouldn't do anything.

Doc looked into his red slited, orange eyes. He slipped his hand around his head, unchaining his muzzle.

Zak looked shocked at his action. He thought for sure, he was going to leave him there! As thanks he nuzzled his fathers chest.

"Your welcome, Zak. Now let me unchain-"

Before he could finish, Zak chomped the chains that bounded him to the ground, breaking them.

Drew's jaw dropped. "B-but that's stainless steel! His teeth are that strong!?"

Zak pulled the neck, wrist and ankle cuffs off. His eyes scanned the room. He could sense his parents were frightened, but tried not to show it.

He lowered his head to seem harmless, also making a grateful purring noise.

Doc and Drew started petting him.

Zak suddenly had a playful smirk on his muzzle. He grabbed them both and flew out of the chamber. Everything in his path was blown away in his wake.

He past the basement and found his way to the living, going straight towards the glass of the window.

I hope you enjoyed. This was just something I wrote on the spot.

Please review. I'll accept critics, but if you dare flame me -points at a real dragin- Smoky over there will turn you into a roasted marshmellows!