Dream of the Desert Dragon

Dream of the desert dragon

Particle tornadoes whirl and alight

on the dust devil's back

to create patterns of play

and images of past portents as ...

Swaying sands shift to wild wind's wandering,

leaving sand castles of tormented time

on the dry beaches of wandering nomads.

The solitary traveller seeks

in past particles of present

to advance in his zealous journey

to the dry dunes of no time and space.

Moving...

through the ever shifting sands

of the morass of morality

through the hourglass of flowing time

to seek an answer

to one question.

In his seclusion

he sees...

the mirage,

the vision,

the dream

of the desert dragon

taking full flight

on leathery bat wings,

screaming nightmare obscenities

at those who woke him

from his long nap

of tireless death in the glare of the dying sun.

In rapid beat in myriad motions

he rises...

on a thermal of concentrated kinetics,

the wind worm

seeks sustenance

once again!

Haloran immerses himself in prophecy

Lucidly, futures become images and words.

The sand mage sees the dreams

of the children of Lilith.

Waking…

He rises from his inmost sanctuary,

clasps his petrified staff

and…

disappears into a swirling gust of wind.

Know me for who I am. I am Baltzar, the elder king of the desert dragons. I answer to no one and no thing. I dislike humans and their kind. We currently have a truce with the humans of this world. They do not kill our kind or break our eggs. We do not hunt them or attack their domesticated animals. It is an uneasy truce but one I accept as necessary. Our kind cannot survive the relentless attack of theirs. There are too many of them and not enough of us. I wish our kind to survive the Age of Man. There are other alpha males that wish to change this binding but none that wish to challenge me. So, this truce of dragon is sacred.

I was in hunt frenzy. I need blood and flesh. I need a kill. My blood churned to have a struggling animal in my claws as I rip lines of bloodied flesh from its still struggling body.

I was in flight, close to the woods of man…even now their stench fills my nostrils. I ignored it and came down on a stag. It attempted to defend itself but it just irritated my scaled skin with its rack. With one quick bite I broke its neck and began to feed.

Satiated with the heart, liver and the best flesh of this stag. I raised myself up to take flight. I stopped myself when I heard a strange noise. From the beaten path that lead to man’s city there came this most atrocious sound. Reluctantly, I chose to seek what it issued from. Understand, there are things that are larger than us that like to prey on dragons in this world. But still I looked

There was a male human child crying on the road, unattended. Where were his elders? Even tho, I had just fed I still had some blood rage. I went up to the child and tasted him. My long raspy tongue gave him one long lasting lick. The child’s face contorted in a most gruesome way and then a most loathsome sound sprung from his face. (I believe humans call this giggling.) I saw him bring his hands together to make another strange noise, (I believe humans call that clapping.) I was strangely confused so I licked him one more time and got the same response, just more so!

I made a decision. This little one was vulnerable to any animal attack and seemed malnourished. I did what any Dragon Elder would do. I gently picked him up in my claws and flew back to the breeding cave. The brooding females would handle this.

My favorite mate, my alpha female, Nuri was brooding a large hatch of eggs. She loved bringing eggs to hatching and teaching the young ones the way of the dragon. I kept her continuously inseminated so she would have her greatest happiness. She, in return, kept me warm at night and gave me the company I craved.

I put down the little one and he crawled over to the sitting female. She looked at me and the thought was present. “What do you want me to do with this one?” I looked her into her tiger-eyed face and thought to her “Raise him as one of your own. Keep him warm, safe and fed. Teach him! He needs a female elder to help him grow.”

I moved to her and had her move her head into my mouth then I regurgitated my (by now) well digested deer meat. She swallowed without missing a drop. I thought to her…”feed him with that when you have digested it well. I believe he is old enough to eat this food.”

”I go to feed the other brooding females.”

The little human crawled under Nuri’s chest and rested with the eggs. Sucking his thumb he embraced one egg with his other hand.

The day of hatching finally came and Nuri moved away from her nest to give the eggs space to hatch. The little boy cried to be separated from his source of nourishment and heat, but he gamely sucked his thumb and cradled a special egg for him.

The tap-tap of eggs being pierced by dragon egg tooths was steady. The strongest and bravest of the dragon young had already broken thru their shells. One could see their exhausted bodies resting, waiting for more energy to break fully free. Nuri was worried, three of the eggs had not started their journey to free themselves. She nudged two of them attempting to waken them from their amniotic slumber to no avail. These eggs were infertile and would become food for her later. The last one was in the boys hands. He looked worried. She disengaged him and telepathically spoke to that one “The time of freeing has come, join your brothers and sisters.” That egg rolled around and a delayed pecking began. The boy went back to the egg and hugged it, his happiness shown by his laughter.

After several hours most of the young had broken free of their shells and were eating them. The nutrients that they got from this act would aid in their fast growth. The last egg was finally cracking about two hours later an exhausted female rested on the nest floor just trying to breathe. The young human waddled over to her and hugged her neck.

Chapter 2

The naming ceremony was quite uneventful. The elders gathered together and by consensus named each juvenile by his ways or attributes. The boy was named Haloran in accordance to human sounds. Haloran in dragon tongue meant ‘Confused One’. He thanked the elders and went to the edge of the cave to watch his dragon sister to be named. She was smaller than the others, she was the runt of this litter nest. But her animated bellowing filled the cave with her life and energy force. In dragon thought she addressed the elders including Baltzar, “Who am I to be, Oh, wise ones. Name me well for I have no fear and know not limitations.” The elders eyed one another for no juvenile had ever done this in The Naming. Baltzar eyed her up and down thinking that he was both proud of this daughter and a little angry at the same time. He walked up to her and named her Kaida, which means ‘little dragon’. Then he said live up to your legacy and your lineage. The other elders chanted Kaida having that name echo back and forth in the cave.

Kaida and Haloran were inseparable. Kaida would even fly Haloran on her back which no other human had ever done. Playtime was every day and they never seemed to argue and always understood what the other needed.

One day some elders told them that they needed to see Baltzar and Nuri. It was a matter of extreme importance they were told. They each looked at each other and hurried off to see the patriarch and matriarch of this clan.

Baltzar addressed the pair. “The two of you are ready for a new challenge. I wish to return Haloran to the humans. He needs to see their ways and realize who he truly is. I give you permission to join him Kaida if you wish. You will become a dragon emissary to the humans. I need you to do as you said in the naming ceremony, show that you have no limitations.” A sinister smile engaged his face as his tail wrapped around Nuri’s. Nuri even spoke. She simply said, “Make us both proud”.

“I will take you back and speak to their king. The dragon clan must have a voice there in their court. You know us and our ways. Be that for us.” He finished with. “Kaida, you know humans better than all of us. Your bonded sibling needs your strength. Keep him always as Nuri keeps me.”

The three left together. The two dragons flying with Haloran on Kaida’s back. They arrived at Windswept Castle and walked up to the city gates. Baltzar changed into his were human form and addressed the guards. We seek court with the king let him know the dragon emperor wishes to have audience with him. The guards looked at each other and then to Baltzar, “You are welcome to go to court and see if Pellikaas will address you. We give you leave to enter.”

The three walked thru the gates with Baltzar leading and Haloran and Kaida following. In they entered, the royal courtroom. Pellikaas left his throne to greet Baltzar with an honest greeting and firm handshake. “What bring you to us?” the human king inquired of the dragon emperor. “I bring you two gifts today, my friend. A lost human that we raised and my daughter. Please accord them your best hospitality. Treat them as if they were me. My daughter is too young to have her human form, that will come in time.

Pellikaas looked them over carefully. He saw a handsome young man, bright eyed and keen. The young dragon seemed small for her kind but also personable. “I welcome them into this city, they will be accorded their own housing and share in the court food and be treated as the royalty that she is. How did you come across the boy?” Baltzar spoke, “He was found alone on one of your roads when I hunted. I did not want him to die so I had my mate raise him. Now this one understands the dragonborn more than any other human has. He, I wish, to know his kind and gain their ways. These two will make our truce stronger by their very existence together.”

I must leave now, sadly. Maintaining this form is very exhausting for me. I go now to feed. Pellikaas, thank you for your kindness and wisdom. I will leave on my own.

Chapter 3

Haloran gained magickal training because he was apt in it. His dragon training allowed him to see the world from two perspectives. He was on his way to becoming a full sand mage. He was happy to share his day with his best friend at their home.

He arrived to see Kaida in what looked like great pain. She was rubbing against the furniture and howling her displeasure. When she saw Haloran she began to caress him with her tail brushing herself against him with abandon. This was not my best friend, she seemed so different. He stroked her coat and she became even more distraught. She seemed like she was going out of her dragon mind.

With a move in midair she changed. Her human side showed. Her dragon were was a blonde lithe teen with toned body, long nails, scaled hands, feet, and tail. She grabbed Haloran pinned him to the ground, pulled out his manhood stroking his penis to hardness. Mounting him she moved rapidly up and down in the Amazon position until they both orgasmed. She withdrew from him and began to spasm.

Haloran went to her side and tried to calm her. In time, she regained herself. She spoke for the first time in human language. “Haloran, I am so sorry! I was in heat and there was nothing I could do about this madness. This is how dragons mate, in season. I am now bearing your son. But I must return to dragon form to bring him to fruition.” With that she transformed again in front of him.

(end of this part of story)