Dragon habits and life cycleThis document will be discussing the behavioural patterns and their life cycles of the species dragon Eudraco magnificus occidentalis and their potential benefit to the earth empire.Dragon habits and life cycle6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The dragon is predominantly a solitary creature, once it leaves it parents it will often live like this until it finds a mate and starts a family. but despite this is still retains the capacity for group living, such dragons do not prefer such a lonely life and will instead seek out other dragons that it has no intention of mating with or are not its parents to form a group. These groups range from everything from tribes with pack mentality to entire communities and everything in between, these groups will often work together to hunt for food and for protection.
Upon leaving their parents a dragon will spend some portion of its life being nomadic, moving from place to place, until it finds a home it wants to live in. some dragons may never find a home, preferring to spend their lives
SIGNS OF AN ELORA FANBOYSIGNS OF AN ELORA FANBOYSIGNS OF AN ELORA FANBOY4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. Constantly playing Spyro 2: Ripto's Rage/Gateway to Glimmer on their PS1, PS2, PS3 or PSP.
2. Constantly watching the game's cutscenes over and over.
3. Often claims that Elora is better than any other female Spyro character. (ie: Ember, Cynder)
4. Frequently drawing and/or faving Elora fanart.
5. Frequently looking for Spyro fanfics that involve Elora.
6. Frequently looking for Spyro fan videos that have Elora.
7. Constantly wishes that she would appear in the next Spyro game.
8. Constantly wishes that she should exist in real life.
9. Fantasizes about dating and/or marrying Elora.
10. Fantasizes about doing Elora.
A random SpyroXElora storySpyro, Flame and Hunter were having a bit of fun on the beach. Spyro and Flame were wrestling and Hunter was practicing his archery skills. It was a good time. Suddenly, Spyro stopped wrestling Flame. He seen Elora coming down. He ran into his house nearby, and within a second he was back with some kind of box.A random SpyroXElora story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey guys!" said Elora. "Yo, sup Elo!" replied Hunter. "Oh nothing, just came down to say hi!" said Elora cheerfully.
Spyro couldn't wait any longer.
"Hey Elora, can I talk to you over there for a second?"
"Oh my gosh, Spyro, I didn't even see you there! I'm so sorry! Yeah, sure we can talk.", giggled Elora.
They walked under a palm tree. "So, what's going on?"
Hunter and Flame were eavesdropping.
"I made this for you last night...". Spyro showed her the box.
"Oh, you do lovely work Spyro! I never knew you were such a good craftsman!", said Elora excitedly. She continued,"How did you do it in such dark conditions?".
"I asked the fairies to help light up the place."
Hunter and Fl
Chapter OneGreen; there was a big, fuzzy wad of it, right in his face.Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Draq snorted, the scent of earth strong in his nose. Why did his head hurt so much? Why couldn't he remember the answer to that question?
The fuzzy green slowly came into focus. Grass. Lots of it. As if he didn't have enough questions; Why was he lying face-down in the grass? Draq ignored the dizziness clouding his vision and pushed himself upright. The landscape tipped to the side, threateningly, as though it would send him rolling down the steep sides and back into unconsciousness. He groaned. Where was he?
As his vision cleared, he saw that he was on a hill, other hills sloping away on every side, and a long valley stretched out before him into the distance, framed on each side by two hills growing taller and sharper as they spread out. It was nothing like home. Into the emptiness, he called, "Hello?"
Any echo that might have resounded was swallowed by the depths of the grass. His head throbbed with the effort. And, to add
ode to the dragon.ode to the dragon.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Though thy teeth be sharp, and thy claws great, waste not thy strength on me,
for thy beauty doth pierce mine heart worse than any wound.
Do not waste thy breath upon me, for I burn already a passion far greater than I can bear.
Oh dragon, hold back not thine beauty from mine eyes any longer, spread thy wings for me, let me see thy grace, thy majesty, thy glory complete!
Though thy scales turn away the sword, they cannot turn away my love for thee.
Though thy wings block the sun, they cannot block mine thoughts so bright of thee.
Though thine eyes stare death, I . . .only have eyes . . . for thee.
Spyro Fanfiction Drinking Game *update** Take a drink if the fic is set in the 'Legend of Spyro' canonSpyro Fanfiction Drinking Game *update*1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
** Take two if the fic title has 'the Legend of Spyro' anywhere in it
** Take three if its abbrivated to 'TLOS'
** Take three if it's 'the Legend of' with some OC or other character replacing Spyro in the title
*** Add on another drink if its basically a rewrite of the game, but with other characters/OCs included
* Take a drink if the words 'dark', 'darkness', 'blood', 'destiny', 'legacy', or 'prophecy' is written in the fic title
** Take two if it uses two of those words in the title
** Take three if there's more than three of those words in the title
* Take a drink if the fic is about Spyro and Cynder facing a new evil
** Take two if its a 'new ancient evil'
*** Add on a drink if one of the antagonist main motivations is 'getting revenge on Cynder'
*** Alternatively, add on a drink if they claim they were behind Malefor the entire time
*** Alternatively, take another one if Malefor ends up pulling a Dr. Wily and h
The Puppet MasterSheltered by a solid tower,The Puppet Master6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon a throne of ivory,
Dwelleth he at every hour,
His shadow falleth down to thee.
And his very shadow's crown
thou blindly wanderest along,
until thou seest its piercing end.
Thine eyes thou humbly keepest down,
although the urge is truly strong
thy field of vision to amend.
"Your majesty?" thou callst for him,
as thou drawest nearer to his throne.
The light beginneth just to dim
as earthquake in its dreadful tone,
a roaring sound of rumbling stone,
it covereth thy fearful moan.
Soon thou seest two skillful claws,
which keepeth each a wooden stick
with strings robustly tied around,
to which thine arms and legs are bound.
They languish, tighten, thereby cause
thy rotten limbs to punch and kick.
The King, he wanteth thou to dance,
to the somber war beat of his hands.
Submissively thou wilt obey
in spite of what the future brings.
Thou either beest his molding clay
or hangest by thy puppet strings.
Cynder becomes a humanCynder walked in the temples garden, bored like never before.Cynder becomes a human6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Spyro had left her for a week to visit the Chronicler for some reason she didnt know and she couldnt come with him.
She walked and walked until she saw something in the bottom of the huge lake they had in the garden, it shined white and blue and looked very pretty.
What is that and why havent I seen it before? she asked and bent over to try to see what it was.
But she then got overbalanced and fell into the lake with a loud splash.
She struggled to get up again but it felt like she sank deeper and deeper into the lake.
She finally got up and coughed hard to get her air back after she felt like she was about to drown.
That was close. She said but she felt weird so she opened her eyes and they widened as she saw she didnt had claws anymore, now was it hands, five pretty fingers on each hand. She then looked on the rest of her body. She had got a swollen chest and legs but she had
Dragons' GirlI stretched widely in the dark, shadowy cave. The light was like twilight, though it likely was day in the world outdoors. I had no way to know; I was almost never at the mouth of the cave. It was only when the guard-lizard warned us that humans were coming that I had to travel up to the daylight.Dragons' Girl4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I leaned against Mejorak, my drake. His copper eyes lifted from the immense hearth, and he gave me a slight nudge. I stroked his muzzle, the scales feeling like chainmail under my calloused hands. "Are you still glad you left your people, my love?" he asked, his voice the deep thrum of thunder, rolling through a cave that was normally almost silent.
"Always," I replied. "Idiots, the lot of them. Dragonslayers? Pah. They'd just as soon try slaying the very gods themselves. Nonetheless, I didn't want to leave you to face them alone and perhaps one day have to fight them. Much easier to have a human negotiate with the humans."
"One day, Tessara, this is all going to come back to bite you, you kn
SpyroXCynder- Guide You HomeThe light mist from the waterfall sprayed out onto Cynder as the summer breeze blew. She sprawled out onto her back, pink wineskins out on the ground. She lay on the ledge of her home cooling off. After a hard day of repair at Warfang, Cynder was glad to have the evening off.SpyroXCynder- Guide You Home3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The black dragoness listened to the roar of the waterfall as she lay. She closed her eyes, wishing that she wouldn't have to go back to Warfang tomorrow. These days were simple, repair the city one day, practice elemental training with the Guardians the next, and then various other things that needed to be done throughout the areas of the dam and the villages.
Cynder was deep in thought, so she did not hear Spyro come up next to her. "Cynder?" A sweet, tender voice asked. Cynder opened her eyes and rolled onto her belly to face the purple dragon.
"Spyro " She said in greeting, rubbing her face on his. He lay dow
Game OverAfter they tire of taking out their frustration on you and Hunter, the massive chunks of dimwitted thick flesh known as rhynocs unceremoniously throw their prisoners into a bear-drawn wheeled cage. Your rescue mission has taken a turn for the worst, and Sparx is its latest casualty. Barely clinging to consciousness after the beating, you lie on your belly, hoping to alleviate the pain from your wounds, but the agony on your back persists. Flight had always frustrated you; now you can't even glide. Hunter is the lucky one; all those blows to the head put his lights out quickly. Only the faint rise and fall of his furry chest lets you know he still clings to life.Game Over4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Who did you think you were? A gallant hero? A savior? A rebel? You manage to turn yourself around, crawling on your underbelly like a wretched serpent. Off in the distance, you can see the Midnight Mountain range slowly
SpyroXCynder- For YouCynder watched the world around her collapse. The walls of the core of the planet were crumbling and breaking, and she and Spyro had been cast down inside the core while fighting Malefor. Using their combined strength, they had defeated the Dark Master, but the destruction of their home had already begun. Doubtful of what they could do next, she pondered their situation.SpyroXCynder- For You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She turned back to Spyro as he spoke. "I know what I need to do. Just get out of here, Cynder." Spyro looked up at the walls around them. She looked into his eyes, trying to figure out what he was getting at.
"Spyro, no. You don't have to do anything. Let's just go." Confusion washed over her and she was unsure of what she was feeling. The danger was over, wasn't it? She and Spyro would just have to leave. Her heart thumped louder as she glanced back at the crumbling world around her, and inside her heart, she knew things would not be that e
The CallThe sky was darkening, the stars coming out slowly. The moon was new, barely the tiniest sliver. Good. The sky would be nice and dark for this ritual.The Call4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cyara took a deep breath and lifted her head to the sky. As the sky darkened and the night became black, the myriad iridescent markings on her ebony hide began to glow blue and green. The sail down her back began to burn with these colors as well. The phosphorescent glow of her aqua eyes were eclipsed for a moment as her eyelids slid shut. Her head lifted even further, her wings splaying to show off the glorious markings.
A shiver ran down her spine, rattling all her scales. She felt hot, even though the air was chill with the bite of autumn. Her markings flushed with blood, turning purple and pink. Her still-cerulean eyes snapped open, and she used her powerful legs to leap high into the air. Wings were ready to catch her, and they beat with a fervor that matched the new passion burning in her chest.
She was a dragon, and a young one at
Origin(Prologue)The volcano exploded in a great plume of fire.Origin(Prologue)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lava took flight, bursting from the peak of the stone mountain and racing out over the land, set free; the ground cracked with its raw power, the crevices instantly filling with red liquid fire. Smoke darkened the sky, ominously turning the sunlit atmosphere into shades of gray and black. A massive shadow was thrown over the world.
Boulders rocketed down the sides of the volcano, and cascades of smaller stones fell in their wake. The largest boulders burst apart upon reaching the bottom, sending thousands of small fragments shooting off at dangerous speeds. Within moments, lava washed over these fallen rocks, wiping them clean as it consumed them.
The smallest stones were flung farthest. The pattering of raining gravel was lost beneath the roar of the volcano.
Chipped stone didn’t roll very well, clattering only as the ground shook beneath it, but a certain larger, rounded rock suddenly picked up speed, leaping down the rough slope o
Chapter TwoDraq opened his eyes to find himself lying on his face in the grass. Again.Chapter Two5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His vision cleared slowly. Before him was a looming dark shape that eventually formed into the configuration of a cave, its interior drenched in shadow because of its placement under an overhang of grass, just out of the sun's reach. Around him were walls of grass that made him dizzy at first, as he tried to understand that he was lying flat on the ground and yet surrounded by it on all sides. It took him a long while to realize that when he had fallen, it had been toward the valley. The walls of grass were hills rising up around him.
He lay there in agony, wondering at what had awoken him. The sun was much farther in the sky than it had been the last time he'd seen it, and its warmth was faint. Yet, his head still throbbed as though it was being pounded upon. He felt as though he might black out again at any time. He didn't even attempt to stand.
Then, out of nowhere, he felt the tingling, exactly the same as
The Promises We Keep Ch5The Promises We Keep Ch54 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Promises We Keep - Haunted
The Sequel to A Disturbed Savior.
For those who have not read A Disturbed Savior, to understand this Story even in the least, you must read A Disturbed Savior first. If not, then w/e, have fun understanding your out of the usual Gohan and Videl
I can't and won't promise anything this time around.
It's DBZ, I obviously don't own shit.
My blood is cold as ice, or so I have been told. Show no emotion and it can destroy your soul - Disturbed
"Come ON Videl! Come out and show me already!" From the other side of the door Erasa could hear her friend mumbling something about it showing off too much skin or something like that. "It's supposed to. Now come on out and let me see how it looks. I'm sure it looks wonderful."
"Ugh. Fine!" With a click of the lock the raven haired beauty pushed the door open revealing herself wearing a skin tight, cotton candy blue dress with a matching skirt that tugged at all the right plac
Target PracticeThe young cheetah raised the bow again, took a second to steady his aim then fired. Not for the first time the arrow missed, hurtling harmlessly past the target and embedding itself in the hill behind it.Target Practice4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hmm," the older cheetah at his side grunted, "Have another go."
He withdrew another arrow from the quiver and held it out to his protégé, but the youngster dropped his bow to the floor in defiance.
"No," he huffed, crossing his arms. His mentor blinked in a mixture of surprise and disgust.
"What did you just say?" he asked.
"I'm not doing this anymore. I always miss!"
"Failure is part of learning, Hunter. Without it we wouldn't have the motivation to improve."
"Well it's been two weeks and I've only hit the target five times! I want out!" Hunter went to stomp away, but the older cheetah grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him back in front of the target.
"You're going nowhere, young man. I've been told to teach you the art of archery and I will not let you walk away jus
CandyPeople are a lot like candy.Candy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you're too sweet, things around you rot away.
If you're too sour, people talk badly about you, and keep their distance.
If you're too tough, most people won't bother wasting their time with you.
If you're too soft, you'll develop a reputation for being weak.
Not enough flavor, and people will pass you by for something more savory.
Too much flavor, and you'll be ostracized for being too much to handle.
But, just like candy, people come in all flavors, colors, and personalities.
No matter how many people hate you for things out of your control, for just being you, there will always be at least one person out there who loves you exactly as you are.
Guide to Role PlayGuide to Role PlayGuide to Role Play5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Before we leap into the types of role play and the rules lets discuss what role play (RP) is exactly.
Role play: To play a role. To personify oneself as a separate entity. In short, collaborative story writing.
Role play is often more than just acting as someone else. It can be used as a stress reliever, to help develop original characters: possibilities with collaborative story writing are endless. However, like all games, rules come with them.
We are all Human
Lets face it, while most of us wish to be super man and godly in strength, we are not. This applies to your characters as well. Its no fun to role play with someone who *blocks actions or situations simply because their character is too good for that.
Block/Blocking: To deny a situation or action presented to you or your character. Avoiding the situation all together.
(Example) *The sky bellows and turns purple, with one last rumble the clouds release a waterfall of rain upon t
Chapter FifteenThe Hunting Rock was more a landmark than an area meant to serve any kind of purpose. It was a tall rock, curved in a natural formation on one side, and broken jaggedly down the other, as if it had been literally split in half. The old stories said that it had played a part during a battle long ago, but now it merely stood as the westernmost boarder to the dragons’ homeland.Chapter Fifteen3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Here it stood, tall and dark, on the eastern horizon before them. In spite of the twisted landscape, it was a landmark Draq would recognize anywhere. The solid presence of the stone seemed out of place amidst the no-longer-familiar surroundings.
Arlena gazed up at Draq with a blank stare. “Just . . . how?” she stammered. “What does all of this mean?”
Draq’s legs felt weak, which seemed strange to him since he’d only really exercised his wings in the last day or so. “I don’t know,” was all he could answer, feeling shaken to the core. “It wasn’t
Mud“I can do it myself!”Mud2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sheila irritably swatted away Bentley’s hand. She ran her own down her arm, scooping up a layer of mud, which she cast into the sink with a vicious swipe.
“My apologies,” Bentley said sincerely, but once again Sheila wasn’t interested. Not that he had expected her to be. She’d been in a mood with him ever since he’d pushed her into that muddy puddle. It was her own fault, in truth – it had been her idea to go for a walk even though the Alpen winter had turned the ground into a marsh; it had been her idea to respond to his complaint of cold, mud-soaked feet by scooping up a mudball and trying to slap it on the back of his head, so really she only had herself to blame when he’d seen her coming and pushed her away, sending her sliding face-first through the slime. But he didn’t dare voice any of those feelings. He knew better than to start a row when Sheila’s temper was already on the boil.
SS Manga - Chapter Three: The TemperedSS Manga - Chapter Three: The Tempered3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Master Sword was lying on the anvil. Hammers in the hands of the five knightsLink included. The other four were waiting for him to make the first strike, yet Link was hesitant.
All of them, as part of their qualifications for knighthood forged their own blades personally. None of them had tempered an already existing sword, nor had they forged one from scratch in many years.
Link could barely hold up his hammer. During the four years of his imprisonment, he had not the opportunity to lift his arms, let alone a hammer. He could barely hold it off the ground. Why did Hylia think that he, of all people, had the strength to temper the Master Sword? Yet he knew that at that very moment, the goddess was desperately holding back the unseen evil. It was his duty to reform this sacred sword.
With all his strength, Link lifted his hammer above his head. He saw his reflection in the blade of the sword: his bony and pale face staring back at him like a ghost. It reminded him of what he w
Chapter FourteenThe ground was dry and sooty. The breeze stirred up by the vacancy of the field inevitably caught the dust and sootwhich then found its way up Draq's nose. Of course.Chapter Fourteen3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He wanted to sneeze. Or, even better, he wanted to jump into the open, stretch his wings, and fly away with Arlena clamped tightly to his back. Preferably before any other humans saw them do so.
But no, Arlena was determined to talk to the unicorns. Which sounds dumb even in my head, Draq thought rebelliously, and he growled to himself under his breath. He was tempted to raise the growl a little in a last-ditch effort to make the unicorns run.
However, Arlena was ready to go by now. She had decided to leave the pack she usually wore with Draq, supposedly because it would be easier for him to carry in case of an escape. They didn't know if the unicorns would be hostile, after all. "You can stop grumbling," she remarked. "If the unicorns really do prove dangerous, you can just leap out and chase them awa