Getting to the porch, the shakin only got more and more prevalent... Bu hitting the porch it just stopped.  Not a shake, not a sound, nothing but silence... But then, the house started to creak, as if under a great weight.  Finally, she would feel a coolness as a shadow overtook her from behind.  Looking back, she would find herself looking at an eye...<br/><br/>Which waz attached to a large, scaled, golden-toned DRAGON head looking down from atop the house at her, it's exhale like a warm gust against her skin.  And then it roared at her, the corce of it enough to put her on her ass, deafening and causing her ears to ring, her bones to resonate pinfully with the deep bass of the roar.  Then it crawled down, wings, tail, and all to stand before her, trapping her on the porch with it's wings and foreclaws.<br/><br/>It was as if it were asking what the FUCK was she doing there?