One of my friends floated the writing of a serial fairy tale to his Facebook (which was met with much enthusiasm) which he was publicly announcing so it would actually get started, and I got a 30 minute story idea too good to not write down (or too terrible to mention, depending on how you like your puns). So without further ado:
It would have been a wonderful day for flying; well, if she weren’t out for revenge.
Didn’t know why they had a liking towards prehensile appendages, and he didn’t care while it was restricted to an awkward affinity for feline costumes, but this time their obsession had gone too far. So far, her original concern for the fact that humans had managed to find an Akrasian agent, much less came upon him unawares, was almost incessantly drowned by the smoldering vengeance stirred in her heart. See, it hadn’t even lit yet. But that’s the level of animosity held exclusively for persons that had altered his anatomy in her sleep. Yes, limb theft.
The fact that the fragile kingdom of Akraisa had to be protected at all costs would only justify the slaughter of the hapless humans, and despite the huge difference in scale that disadvantaged him, the outcome was never in doubt. True, she’d bump up his kill count only a little bit, but that was acceptable for a personal vendetta like this.
One more gust of wind past her membranes, and one more updraft, and the humans were in sight. There. That one. The one with the spectacles.
Drawing his sword, she thought about the poor bastards below. They would never see it coming.
He folded back her wings, and dov…wait, a swordsman. The human had already drawn, staring right at him.
Fury enveloped her, as he hurtled down. An armed human complicated things, but it was a trivial matter.
After all, the human had her tail.