Adventure
The Dragon Mother's Child
"Long ago, there dwelled a nation called Jednota. It was a nation founded by the first of the Human Gods, for the Dragons of Veldrak in the North, Dwarves of Maltrpas in the West, and Elves of Loskria in the East. For centuries, these three countries lived harmonious and peaceful lives, their economies booming and cities flourishing. The dwarves traded wood with the elves, the elves traded silk with the dragons, and the dragons traded gems with the dwarves. In this thriving peace and solitude, the royal queen of Veldrak laid three eggs. The Dragons of Veldrak were ecstatic and the country was filled with joyous celebration.
By Parti Pris4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Mother's Child.
"Long ago, there dwelled a nation called Jednota. It was a nation founded by the first of the Human Gods, for the Dragons of Veldrak in the North, Dwarves of Maltrpas in the West, and Elves of Loskria in the East. For centuries, these three countries lived harmonious and peaceful lives, their economies booming and cities flourishing. The dwarves traded wood with the elves, the elves traded silk with the dragons, and the dragons traded gems with the dwarves. In this thriving peace and solitude, the royal queen of Veldrak laid three eggs. The Dragons of Veldrak were ecstatic and the country was filled with joyous celebration.
By Parti Pris4 years ago in Fiction
Fewmets
Coprolites! It was the only thing Sisslingar could think of at the moment that would encapsulate his mood. He didn't know! He wasn't told! But apparently now that he's all grown up and the mating urge is so strong, there's another coprolitic test that he has to go through before he can, well, mate with his intended.
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
Kindrazl: The Highborn Chronicles - Season 1: Solace - Episode 1: Anima (Part 1)
anima (n.) – The base mentality of mind, defined as the overlap of four distinct animentals: persona, or how one identifies; thought, or what one thinks; emotion, or how one feels; and resolve, or what one does.
By Orion J. Zed4 years ago in Fiction
The Kingdom of Tairius
A grown dragon finds an abandoned child in the forest... That's troubling.... It wasn't an uncommon practice for those who worshiped the demon Ashkos (Ash-cos); to leave their children as offerings to be used for his biding. They were molded and grew into something terrible. They grew as sorcerers and dark warriors able to wheeled perverse powers. They were abominable beings called Fi-enon or in translation "the children of Ashkos." Other dark acts such as sacrifice were practiced upon the innocent by the blinded and misguided servants of such an evil during early ancient age. They would discard those unable to endure the cruel experiments pressed on them. History, unfortunately, records these accounts and are canon In the book, "The Foundations." In the book, it tells much of the history of the planet Threa (Th-ray). As many of the temples that did these practices, they were burned and laid waste by the armies of Tairius (Tar- ree-us); the kingdom that still holds to serve only true Great king and creator, Noil (No-eel). Those who survived were rescued by my lord General Jarinain (Jar-ree-nay- in), a renown warrior. I, Lieutenant Emile, write to you as record, the account of one of his exploits. But first, you must understand the whole picture.
By Tamron Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
The Return
Someone once asked me, "What was it like, what was it like when you arrived on Earth? What were your first thoughts?" And in one breath, I replied, "It was an eerie feeling being all alone. The breezes whispered to an empty world. The morning glories climbed in abandon over disheveled old houses. No lights were on. No music echoed from the open windows on their porches. The cars seemed to be parked in eternity, with flat tires, chipped paint revealed rust, and broken glass was everywhere. Deer were always by the front steps munching on tulips. It must have been spring, and I might add, at last. A decade had passed since my parents had stepped foot on the Earth. The story began here as flowers were blooming and trees were turning green, Earth was still spinning, and new life was beginning in the wildness that humans had desecrated. And of course, I found myself here all alone. I was very afraid.
By Patty Brown4 years ago in Fiction
Swirling Dragons
Chloe brushed past hedges of prickly ferns, the taste of blood fresh with every scratch. “Dragons…Dragons…” she shrieked just as she plowed head first into the soft golden belly of a red-spotted creature; stars filling her eyes just as everything went black.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 years ago in Fiction
