Haitian-American dude, 35 yrs old as of press time..
Reading good work is like enjoying amazing ice cream..
Writing good work is like that solid work-out..sure, it's kinda draining but definitely satisfying in the end.
Of Giants & Dragons
There weren’t always Dragons in the valley. This was the bemused thought that went through the mind of Hurfun as he crouched with his best friend Yej in the thick bushes. Much like his own people, the dragons were pushed out of the fertile lands to the south. Those small, fierce, dark-skinned warriors with the spears and swords and bows and armor and horses had beaten back his people years ago and established firm borders that could not be crossed by hunters such as himself. It was their right, as the victors of the fight, and the Dubun giants would honor the terms. They now traded with the small Men who called themselves the Ojii’Binen, and there was peace. Simply being the largest beings on two feet didn’t mean the Dubun didn’t know when to admit defeat.
There weren't always Dragons in the Valley. Humans, sure. Elves, probably. The Orcs and Goblins were definitely more recent immigrants. But Dragons? None had lived here until the Flamespinner family moved in last summer. And now...I have to coach Caden Windspinner.
Under The Moon's Watchful Eye
"Hail, Great Owl!" a voice drifted into my dreams, rousing me from my slumber. I blearily cracked open one eye: it was not yet night. "I trust there is good reason for my being disturbed so early?" I snapped irritably, clacking my beak to hide a yawn. The voice from outside carried a fair amount of contrition. "Apologies, O Chief. I did not mean to disturb you. It's just…well...strange creatures have been sighted, on the broad path of the Men. I was sent to seek your council." I snorted. Being Chief Bird of the East was the burden I bore as the eldest owl. It seemed the other birds of my domain scrambled to me for every little matter that needed resolving, and I was weary of the endless silly nesting disputes...wait...strange creatures, eh? With a huff, I leaped up to the edge of the hole in the tree I made my nest in. I squinted in the light of the lowering sun and beheld a small songbird of some sort on the branch, a respectful distance away. The young fellow, a warbler with a gold belly, I could now see, gulped and bowed his head. "My apologies again, Great Owl," he stammered. "Yes, yes," I cut him off. "Tell me of these creatures, and who sent you?"
To Hear Is To Obey
“How did it come to this?” Ghrey, captain of the Ojii’Binen Imperial Guard mused, adjusting his burden and fighting against despair. His horse, and those of the few surviving members of their company, thundered across the barren sod of the valley, hoof-beats mixing with the panting and snarling of the wolves racing in their wake. The stallion hurdled a muddy brook: Ghrey adjusted his hold on the wounded Emperor in the saddle before him, who groaned out an unintelligible complaint. “To hear is to obey,” the young captain murmured absently, and he thought back.