Adventure
Fox Tales
A grown dragon finds a lost — or abandoned — toddler in the forest. The dragon approached quietly, with uncanny stealth and grace considering her massive size. She gently sniffed at the child who lay huddled at the base of a large Sugi (杉) tree with nothing but a fleece blanket to cover him. Lifting her head with a look of curiosity and surprise, she sensed a magical aura about the boy and noticed his blanket bearing the crest of the high Vulpine Court of Celestial Foxes. The boy looked human, probably around two years of age, and unlike the local population of humans in this region who all have ebony black hair, this boy had very light blond hair, nearly white in fact.
By D. E. King4 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Icarus
The vermin had shot him down 20 leagues ago. Luckily, he flew close to a river and fell into it as an escape. They had gotten crafty, scarily good at hunting his kind for being so small and weak. Icarus shifted uncomfortably, the wound trickled blood slowly. How shameful to be lying here when he belonged in the sky. He needed time for his magic to heal him and unfortunately the wooded area seemed the safest place. He huffed and shifted his wings, stopping his movement suddenly at the snap of a twig. A low rumble began deep within his chest as he prepared for whatever may come. He didn't think the humans could follow him so far and so fast being as slow as they were. The rumble abruptly stopped when he beheld a small human, staring at him wide-eyed and bearing its teeth. "Are you proud of yourselves to see me in such a state?" The small human's mouth fell open as it took several hesitant steps towards him. "Back away you filthy mongrel," he growled, laying his head down between his mighty paws. The tiny human did not listen. It instead continued its tottering journey towards him. It smelled like a man, but with that sweet smell of innocence. No ounce of fear. A man child then. Its hair at the top of its head was wild, dirt smudged every space of tanned skin. It wore a filthy, tattered piece of clothing. Lost? Or abandoned? Icarus wondered. Either way he figured, the small thing would not last long in the wilderness. One less dragon hunter then. The toddling thing finally reached him, placing his small hands between his nostrils. He huffed a breath that ruffled the child's hair. One of the most beautiful sounds Icarus had ever heard came out of the child's mouth. A laugh, he realized. He didn't know humans could make such noises. He had only ever heard them scream. Yet, here this small human was making a noise as beautiful as the wind on his face and the sun warming his scales. The child looked at him expectantly. Icarus chuckled at the look, the movement causing the child to fall. The familiar screaming came with tears but the small child looked so pathetic, Icarus felt a twinge of guilt. The child sniffled and said, "Bad Birdy!" He wailed and pointed his finger at the dragon. "I'm sorry little one," he responded, bemused. A mighty dragon being swayed by something as small as his claws. One flick of his claws and the thing would be dead, however it trusted him. Implicitly. "It okay Birdy." The child said, wiping his teary face with a dirty arm. Icarus grimaced at the filth. "I am no bird, Child. I am a mighty dragon!" He huffed again, sending the child into laughter as the air ruffled the child's clothing.
By Madison Raes4 years ago in Fiction
All Legends Must Begin Somewhere
A lone, small figure slunk through the underbrush, belly low enough to keep the creature well under the foliage. A gleam of deep blue under the moonlight exposed its scales, if only for a heartbeat, but onwards the little thing trekked.
By Elizabeth Murray4 years ago in Fiction
A New Beginning
It was early morning. The sun was just rising over the horizon. Rays of golden light streaked across the ground through the columns of trees. The ancient trees were large and untouched and amicably over the space between them where travelers tread. The light struck her face, waking her. As she opened her green eyes and she saw the sun was a deep red. Some believed that the sun was a stone heated by an ancient, celestial dragon. The color reflected the dragon’s anger or fear. She never believed those fables—if there were an angry dragon there, surely it would make itself known.
By Dan Arthur4 years ago in Fiction
the monkey's wedding
In a gust of wild wind, the gecko on my hand had transformed into my Sweetie, with her grey scales morphing into that teal tail, indigo coat and violet eyes, she shifted into her dragon's suit before me and swept us away in a static spark, disguised as a fly to the average human eye.
By Mingling with the Moon 4 years ago in Fiction
