A3-SoulseekerA3-Soulseeker-A3-Soulseeker3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nox stood up, keeping her aching wings folded. "Arcanum," she began.
Arcanum looked back at her.
"I can't fly yet." She said shyly, her aching wings like shadows at her sides.
"We can walk." He began gently, stepping back to her and licking her face. "You're okay, Nox. You're alive. I'll heal you as we walk, okay?"
"How far away are the Breathing Forests?" Nox asked, getting to her feet.
"Not sure, let's just head in the direction Saevus pointed." Arcanum replied. His horns began to glow a faint blue and Nox's a faint white. A faint beam made its way from Arcanum's horns to Nox's.
"What if Saevus was an illusion?" Nox asked.
"If he was an illusion," Arcanum began, "He would not have been able to heal us."
"Nox nodded and stopped. "Arcanum." She whispered. "Look, up there." Nox stared at what appeared to be a dragon flying low. The dragon descended, touching down near them. She folded her wings.
Her colors, obscured by the night, but what appeared to be light green with c
Majestas DraconisKrypton Flamma you are majestic.Majestas Draconis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are wonderful to see,
You are giant and powerful.
You are phenomenal.
You are the greatest creature of all time.
You are the one possessed with a great future after war..
You will be victorious in war!
Dragons will be victorious!
You have no fear.
You are the leader.
Behold his head, his fangs.
Behold his fire.
Behold him striding forth.
Behold him soaring in the sky.
Behold his passion!
Behold his golden scales and silver wings.
Behold his mace-ended tail.
Behold his strength.
You are gentle.
You are proud.
You have self-control.
You have emotion.
You are a dragon.
MS17-UnlovedMS17-UnlovedMS17-Unloved3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun slowly crept toward Antaria's horizon. Thorium crept over to the treeside. of Feldsparr, his eyes growing heavy, he pulled his tail closer around him.
-I have found you...- A whisper cooed. Thorium slowly looked back. A whitish dragon, slightly larger than him stood behind. His wings, also white, folded at his sides. His fangs were stained red and his body covered in battle scars, some leaking crimson blood. His wing membranes were littered with small holes. The dragon crept closer.
-My name is Rhenium...Or who you never knew I was...- He hummed licking his fangs, and you're next..On the list to be killed here and now!
-No, No way..- Thorium cowered. -You're not Rhenium! He's sleeping next to me!-
The white dragon spat. -Don't you remember? I'm dead remember? Remember?!- The dragon screeched dashing toward him.