Humor
Shard Bound
The last embers of a lonely fire flickered in the morning breeze. Sol was still low in the sky, just barely peeking above the horizon. Even so the solar sphere illuminated the grasslands. In the morning light the owner of the campfire saw his destination far in the distance; Lucent Caverns. Legends stemming from the local villages told of a dragon and its foul minions who lived deep within the cave structure. There may have been some truth to those rumors, but Orion was headed there for a more urgent affair. Even at this range he felt the malevolence emanating from that direction; the slow pulse of something aberrant seeping its way into the world, and perverting the natural state. It was his duty as Magi to correct this imbalance.
By Vagabond Writes3 years ago in Fiction
The Tempest and The Void
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but there have always been spiders in the dark cool places where one would seek out shelter from the heat of afternoons spent on frivolous and anxiety ridden waves of silly behaviors, hunting for sport instead of need, glaring at people with haughty or insolent expressions , and any feelings of dissatisfaction, disapproval , or disappointment, are shrugged off with an "but, Hey, you know, its ME!" expression, that makes people feel humorous for a minute, and then like a fool later for letting that one get past you. Those dark recesses, though, are home to beings that do not tarry with frivolousness, nor silly behaviors.........
By Roy Whipple3 years ago in Fiction
Kaspian’s Dilemma
Kaspian snorted derisively, tendrils of smoke escaping from his enormous nostrils. He simply couldn’t accept this was happening again so soon. It had only been a week since the last infestation had been cleared out and here was the start of another one! These pestilential creatures kept wandering into his forest and he was NOT having it! Didn’t they understand that this territory was strictly off limits to non-dragonian kind? Perhaps he should post a sign?
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
The Stuff of Legend
When the dragons first arrived, one of the most pressing issues was that of nomenclature. No human could pronounce any dragon’s name. Most dragons could, of course, pronounce most human names. There were bar fights, hostilities, and an all-around unpleasant time. Eventually, they came to an agreement. The humans would be allowed to give the dragons nicknames in human languages as long as the nicknames were reverent descriptors of how awe-inspiring and mighty the dragons were.
By Cassian Grove3 years ago in Fiction
Dubious
The dragon plodded along slowly through the forest. It was a quiet morning, which wasn’t entirely abnormal. Not many creatures liked to hang around a dragon, even one as old as himself. He was hardly a danger to anyone though. His wings were shriveled and useless, he hadn’t breathed fire in ages, couldn’t see far away, and his hearing was spotty. If it wasn’t for his sharp sense of smell he might have just given up. He survived almost exclusively on defenseless sheep that wandered too close to his den(if he could catch them.) It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.
By C.K. Kesterson3 years ago in Fiction
