Fantasy
Heir of Vengeance
I don’t remember anything before Mama. She found me wandering deep in the forest, too far from any village or town for my own small legs to have carried me there. My first real memory is the feeling of her warm scales and the deep hum of her voice as she sang me to sleep in our cave.
By Carrie Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
Out of Isolation: Tales of the Wanderers
For three days I hunted, harassed, and slaughtered the band of men that had ransacked my home. While my brothers and sisters flew west to seek refuge in the high Vorminthian Mountains, I chased the red and silver banners South towards the empire of men. Visions of my wing mates being slaughtered or enslaved echoed through my mind as I tore through their armor and gutted their steeds. For three straight days I did not rest, and ate only what bits of man flesh and horse flesh passed through my gnashing jaws, and I made sure they had no time for rest either. I intended to wear them down. These vermin who had snuck into our nests and murdered my kin did not deserve mercy, nor the honor and glory of a proper battle. They would die weak and exhausted, too malnourished to make even a proper meal for the most desperate of scavenging beasts.
By Javert Boudreau4 years ago in Fiction
The First Mermaid
It was too late when the sea dragon came upon the child. There were no survivors left in the wreckage of the ship; just the floating dead. Even the child had succumbed, barely old enough to walk. Not that walking would have helped it during the sinking of the ship.
By Megan Baker (@thegothofsawpit)(@shadowsitheghoststrikebwr)4 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
She, who breathes fire
Chapter 1 What do I spy below? Do I see what I think I see? A littleton, in the valley below. What would one so young be doing alone here? This barren and dry place is no place for the Man-kind. Yet, after all those years in a catatonic state, hibernation, whatever you want to call it, my vision is still as sharp as ever.
By Jesse J. Rivas4 years ago in Fiction
Despite Fear
Parents are expected to raise their children. Guide them, protect them, and nurture them. It's a parents job to prepare their children for potential dangers and these lessons give insight to things that should be feared. It has been noted that small children have been seen playing with rats and snakes- things that terrify many adults- with little hesitation. Without prior knowledge, children have no frame of reference on why they should be afraid. The instincts that other species have don't seem to apply to humans, unique among the anthropic societies. Dwarves and Orcs and Elves seem to have a disposition to those innate fears and terrors. It is very easy for other species to take advantage of humans' helplessness. Knowing these things, one would assume only the most tragic circumstances when a baby girl, lost in the woods, crying in the arms of her late mother, is discovered by a 10 foot adolescent dragon. In this instance, the baby wasn't afraid. Draconids are extremely rare to see near any settlement, let alone the largest human city, so having never seen one, she wouldn't know it was threatening. She felt intrigue, fascination, and curiosity, but no fear. In this rare instance there was truly nothing to fear at all. The baby girl stopped crying and reached out her hand. The dragon, as gently as he could, curled his body around the child and her mother. As the sun set, the dragon would protect the baby. He knew what frightening things called these woods home. But of all the evil that lurked to bring the girl harm, it certainly wouldn't be him.
By Matthew Carey4 years ago in Fiction
