Donovan Bottini
Stories (4/0)
Dragonslayers
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The Bulwark had held for as long as the people had remembered. Reshavit was a distant kingdom, bordering the wildlands where those loathsome beasts had squatted since the Raging, drawn to the scent of gold and tender flesh as such things are wont to be. But this has changed with their breaching of the walls, and we must move with all haste to seal it.
By Donovan Bottini2 years ago in Fiction
Guardian Angel
The city burned as the boy and the knight crested the first of the hills beyond the cannon-marred fields surrounding the now-fallen walls. The shrieks and ululations of the inhuman invaders resounded throughout the broken parapets and bloodied streets as twisted things scurried through the rubble of what had once been a shining bastion of the lands of men.
By Donovan Bottini2 years ago in Fiction
Antihuman
I ate Venkh’s nerve cluster as he watched. It didn’t matter, he had several of them. But still, it was a blow to his pride. Inevitable, however, for hunting so freely in my territory. The ecstatic feeling of his computational lattice assimilating into my system was enough to keep me from shredding him into his base components. Feeling generous, I let him limp away. The loss of a core would be punishment enough, his growth had been stalled for perhaps a year. If a rival of his stature were to surpass him as he was, the balance of power would no doubt change.
By Donovan Bottini3 years ago in Fiction