A guy who's eaten alive ain't funny,
Anyone can see.
I find such humor quite lowbrow,
doesn't resonate with me.
How would you feel if you were eaten
By some immoral scaly cretin?
A man who runs right out of luck,
That's not funny you sick-(rest of poem is obscured by...burning embers?)

Ahh, the creepers of the lines
the whining, mewling kine,
the judges of their handing,
who speak without understanding
the text behind the minds.

Follow to the words of one,
just not consider the thread of some
of the things that ye speak.

To sample the taste,
but anger with haste,
through the thoughts that make thou weak.

Poetry is not simply planned,
nor is it taken, picked by hand.
For its inspiration is chance-keyed,
and passionate when set free,
set thou mind to older tales,
not just the single that brought thy wails,
rather than take aback and rupture,
the rhymes of this delicate picture..

Your jest will savor but of shallow wit,
When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.

Henry V, Act I, Scene II.

Ahh, yes yes, true I see,
how ridiculously crude of me.
Though, to think of the planning and the time,
that this author put into the rhyme,
wasn't merely to pull in a joke,
but to emphasize on the dragon that woke
a spirit to live as mortal again,
perhaps perceived it from the eyes of his prey,
to recount the events of that day,
whether or not regeneration and resurrection appeals to you;
my argument invalid, clearly not thought through,
but from the lines of this author, from the stories he's told,
to tread into rhythms and rhymes is a step so bold.

Just peeves me greatly to see,
how one can judge so critically, another's poetry.

Let me be quite clear my boy,
there's much from Drake I do enjoy,
but his free pass for dragonkin
does not make me give a grin.
When things get personal, it's deep,
Almost enough to make me weep.
I can feel true heart through the words,
But the last two poems? For the birds.

Let me tell you of my addition
To this author's small rendition.
That dragon sprawling in the sun,
fast asleep, his day was done,
Writing there, twas warmth he sought,
And the sun did make his tummy hot.
One sad fact he overlooked...
His brain was soon completely cooked!
Since now he's in eternal sleep,
I'll have a new rug nice and cheap!

So you over read the author's comment station,
that state these rhymes are merely procrastination?

I know there's more work he'll get done,
but I felt these poem's weren't that fun.
Much of his work I have been tracking,
Compared to that, these things are lacking.

Why not consider then, some helpful backing,
aside from tearing with vicious hacking,
nurture still while it's young, this root,
instead of treading it down underfoot..

I've praised his work here and on other sites,
Said he did well both days and nights,
But now I'm going to stop this rhyme,
He's USUALLY good...just not THIS time.
Can you imagine a world wherein
The only products for a man
Would be ones with positive reviews,
It would be such dishonest news!
If you could never criticize,
You'd see the world with dishonest eyes,
Never knowing what was bad 'til it's too late,
And meeting quite a gruesome fate.
Critique exists to protect folks, see?
Sorry if you disagree.

Apologies not needed, I understand.
Your initial response to his lines just felt like tearing his hand,
I perceived it as violent, critical and harsh,
so I picked up my arms, and started this march.

I do care about this author's touch,
we're closer than kin, brother by much.
It takes time to know poetry,
to him it won't come as natural as with you or with me;
now I lay down my blade and my arms,
and apologize for the words and alarms.

Rhyming doesn't come naturally to me, and impressive as this lyrical back and forth was to see, and though both seem to have backed off somewhat. I will accept criticism that my poetry might not be good, I will accept this isn't my best work. But I will not sit idly and allow any dragon of mine to be referred to as an "immoral scaly cretin" for one thing, your lines accuse of an emotion not present in this piece. It tells of a man quite content with his lot, happy in being devoured when he looks back to reflect. It is not to make mockery of death, but to make light of rebirth. I gather you didn't like the last poem either, since it was the work of not even an hour, I doubt it is grand as a work of poetry, but the message is very simple, what I believe a dragon would be, and importantly, to attack the simple minded view that just because a dragon devours people without breaking into tears that they can be kind, thoughtful creatures. I simply hold they'd not sink into guilt over every meal anymore than we do, and, not being animals bred in a pack, nor being humans, they don't feel the bond to humans that humans do to humans. It's rather simple, and I believe it makes sense. I am well aware such does not appeal to everyone, they either can't see past their own humanity to accept dragons are not humans, nor psychopaths for not being human, or, they simply were looking for a more fictional dragon to enjoy. I accept not everyone likes my dragons, but I will not accept anyone calling them immoral, or evil or any such thing, for they are not. To my view, anyone who sees them as such, simply cannot understand the fact that their minds would be different from ours, and I would ask such people to either accept that point, or not rain abuse about it.

To be clear... you later seem to defend yourself as being a critic, but this right here. read what I'm commenting on. This isn't criticism, this is an attack. There is no suggested improvements, no note of flaws in the style or form, simply an out-lashing of insults based upon assumedly not enjoying the piece. I hope, in hindsight, we can at least agree that this initial comment was unfairly harsh and personal. If you want to give me criticism on the actual poetry, by all means, my ears are open. How would I have done it, such that you would have enjoyed it more?

The world is a sandbox every sentient person shares. Either you play nice, or you get thrown out for being a bully. Having a different mindset doesn't make you right. Plenty of people who did wrong in the world thought differently than normal people. That didn't make their viewpoint valid.

And two, other than the subject matter, the iambic pentameter and detail was fine and I've no complaints.

Your logic applies to yourself as well. I don't mind criticism, but there is a large difference between that and insults. Surely you can see that. If you want to discuss morality, by all means, but lets be adults, and not begin at name calling.
I hope you also understand, that while I know this is a more varied site, the subject matter was vore, so really I'm unsure why you're lashing against it so. I would also note that while certainly a unique perspective doesn't make it correct, goodness knows I've encountered people who feel so, but I have spent years refining the minds of my dragons, assessing every aspect I could see of the human mind, and thinking to myself, what aspects of this exist as they do because of evolving as a pack species, aspects of culture and teaching. I then looked to dragons, and thought, how would they be different. I'll never get them quite right, because the very nature of a dragon's mind should be alien to humans. However, as I do try and display, many of my dragons, Merinith included, do appreciate humans in their way, but, draw a line at need. I'm unsure what you find so insulting about this piece or my words that you felt raw insults over critical review was more justified. By all means, explain it to me in base aspects, I want to know how to prevent such aggressive misunderstandings in the future

It's not you. The problem is me. I'm...how am I gonna put this...everyone is so desensitized to everything on the internet. So much so we no longer take anything genuinely seriously. It's why Game of Thrones was able to get away with incest rape. Nothing shocks us. Nothing bothers us. It's not a big deal when innocent people suffer in film or books anymore. But it is a big deal to me. If there's a child somewhere who is going without food tonight, I'm less of a human being for it. If there's someone not getting a decent education, I'm less smart for it. I view the world as a collective who's united efforts only truly are meaningful if everyone is treating each other decently and fairly and I am constantly putting myself in the shoes of others both in real life and fiction because I was relentlessly teased as a child. It made me very compassionate...but also very angry. As such, to put it bluntly...I really freakin' hate bullies.

And Merry here comes off like a bully. I'm sorry, he just does. In fact, the problem is the site is FULL of bully characters with little to no characterization beyond "I'm an asshole and I eat people for fun and food and have no good motivations whatsoever". They infest the entire site like termites. And it's finally weighing down on me. So much so I can't even enjoy the stories on this site I USED to like, the ones I used to overlook because even though the main protagonists were kinda jerks, the tales were well-written and you could see much heart was put into it. That one factor saturates the work with every passing day, and I don't know the answer on how to fix that.

How hold on just a minute, I'm the same, you know. I hate seeing the cruelty we're desensitized to, and I loathe the amount of characters who are quite simply evil. I'm deeply offended you see Merinith that way. He is not an asshole, who kills for fun, and only enjoys killing. How dare you. He kills ONLY when he needs to eat, and only because he's a large, predatory carnivore. It comes with being a dragon. He very often makes friends and lets them leave without being devoured, because he really does like them, despite being hard tongued, warning them they're a step away from his hunger, is because he knows he's not good with temptation, and he wants them to be careful, lest he eat his friends, and be broken for it. He Actively tries to improve the lives of those within his territories, and will turn down a meal every time if he can see they are in love... While he stalks the night for food, not only do people go missing, but children lost in the day find their way home. It's only recently I've started writing Merinith in his domain, and, since this is a fetish site, and I'm of the vorish persuasion, I tend to throw these sites his meals, because that's my audience. But don't you dare claim he's like the sadistic horrors that roam these sites in droves. I see them, and I feel sick at the end. In this poem, where he said "I have enjoyed your company, tis a pity, you found me hungry..." granted to make it fit in the poetry, so it's not especially well said, but it's not taunting, teasing or mocking. It's meant to be read with real feeling. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I think once you experience so many awful predators, it becomes what you expect, and you percieve anything that could be asshole-ish as being so. If I do not write it well, I truly apologize, but Merinith is intended to be caring, kind and thoughtful despite the fact that as a dragon he simply has to eat people to survive. After all, nature is a balance, if he ate only other prey, which humans and such also hunt, they'd be in direct competition, the numbers of those prey would plummet, and then both dragon and humans would be starving. Trimming the numbers of all equally is an act of kindness in the long run, and to a dragon's mind is more fair. Survival of those who manage to avoid a hungry dragon, as it were...

Ah, I see. I admit, my perception's been significantly tainted by other works I've been reading, foolishly hooked into looking at them into the prospect of quality only to be tragically disappointed at the end. But it would seem I've quite clearly misjudged your character. My sincerest apologies.

I'm sorry too, for I'm the writer, and if I haven't made it clear enough to be noted, I'm at fault. I'll gladly hear ways I can make my position on such things more plain. I am thinking of trying to write some things to show off Merinith's softer side... because he's not a persona I adopt to squash things, hence keeping myself clean, he's an embodiment of myself, were I dragon, both good and ill

Hi, long time lurker posting.

I think part of the problem is because you make it clear Merinith does have morals, that he isn't simply an ass. That makes what he does much harder to understand, because we naturally question "why would you do that?" If the answer is "they are an ass" we can go with that, but when you give them a deeper character though it isn't nearly as easy for us to justify, and that does say something about you as a writer: You are doing it right. The problem, more or less, is that we are human beings, and to us his point of view is just too alien, and I don't believe that anything can be done about that.

On a personal note, your dragons do piss me off. Not because they are poorly written, but quite the opposite, they seem so real, and so much seems so wasteful due to this. In my case that might be because I've gotten tired enough of this point of view of superiority from humanity. I would hope a species that lives centuries wouldn't be so shortsighted. In your worlds there is never any real need for conflict between humans and dragons, and yet there always is, and that is truly tragic.

Well, I certainly appreciate you seem to agree that a dragon's mind is an alien thing. I tend to hold their morals as nature's sort of morals. No needless death, but little need for guilt over death given to simply feed the needs of hunger. Also holding morals such as honesty, respect, compromise, and general understanding of how it must be like to have to live in fear.

I'm unsure what exactly you're saying in your second point... I try not to have dragons who see themselves as expressly superior. They see themselves as a rung up on the food chain, but don't infer they have greater importance in the grand scheme of things because of it. The main time I recall them considering themselves better than humans, is when they accuse humans of being shortsighted to their actions, of how they shun balance when it's easy to see. In a way, this is one of the flaws many of my dragons have. They live long, and being so large, see the world as it is, they see the balance of nature, and need to actively maintain it in order for a patch of land to feed them over those long years. They often believe such things should be obvious to humans, when humans are bound by culture, and society, meaning a simple change of lifestyle isn't easy. So often, when I write of conflict, it is akin to humans having a tantrum against dragons, who shake their heads and try to ignore it, hoping one day humans will grasp that a dragon's predation is no more an act of war than shooting a deer, or eating a chicken... I suppose I write of dragons and humans misunderstanding each other quite a lot, maybe it's a testament to how often I find real humans misunderstand them... in that way, I try to write their relations with humans as realistic... But anyway, I'm glad after so long lurking you're making a comment. Glad to have you

Words don't come easy, less so the rhyme,
For a short story author, this must've taken some time,
I appreciate your every line,
Your word-smithing fine,
Would expect to hear more of these,
the songs of the dragon, Merinith,
delightfully flowed, oh kin,
this image that I bathed within. ^^

I'm glad you enjoyed it ^^ I'm not going to try and rhyme. I though you might appreciate some poetry for a change