Chapter EightI leaned against the doorframe, careful not to put my tail into a compromising position. Grandpa had splinted it, but I didn’t want to do anything taxing. Better not to push my luck.Chapter Eight3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I’ve gotten his name so far, but not much else. He seems to have some trouble understanding and speaking – frankly, I think just remembering his name was an effort.” I said, looking at Benjamin in the sofa. He was scanning the room with a haggard look on his face, as if he couldn’t really make heads or tails of what was happening. I can’t blame him, I suppose. Judging by his difficulty with speech, he had had either little to none contact with people, or been out of touch for a very long time. Most of the time I had spoken to him, all I’d gotten as a reply was a confused look and a faint hum every now and then.
“He seems wary and afraid – I’m a bit afraid myself to be honest.” Dad said and shook his head. He nodded slightly in the gen
Dreams - Chapter ThreeI heard a small chirping sound from my left. I looked there, and to my surprise I saw a small sparrow sitting on the roof tile next to me. It was looking curiosly at me with its head tilted to one side. It did not seem to fear me one tiny bit, possibly due to the fact that it had never seen something like me before. I slowly extended one of my claws towards it, and it hopped onto it. Bringing it up to my face, I peered closer. It eyed me conspiciously for a few seconds before fluttering over to one of my horns. I glanced at it in wonder. Brave thing, that.Dreams - Chapter Three5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey there, fella." I said to the bird. It chirped back in response. I smiled, gazing out over the landscape before me. The entire valley below me was covered in glistening white snow. The road that ran from one end of the valley to the other stood out like a soot streak on a white paper. Very few cars ever came by due to the fact that the highway had been moved further away, making the place where we live a very calm place. I breath
Dreams - Chapter FourShit, shit, shit, SHIT! I screamed inwards. Okey, stay calm, stay calm! Talk like you're human, prove that you're nice quick as hell.Dreams - Chapter Four5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"FREEZE!" One of the coppers yelled.
"Whoa, whoa. Slow down. I think there's been a misunderstanding." I said slowly. Shitshitshitshit. I am so screwed.
"Put your han- Put your claws in the air!" He yelled at me again.
Slowly, I raised my paws above my head. My tail was tense as a cable behind me, clearly a reflex in preparation for a battle. Not today, bro. I hope. The officer motioned for me with his gun to move away from Jim. I cautiously stepped to the side, focusing on coming up with something resembling a plan.
"Ahahah! I told you so! See? See? It's a bloody monster!" I heard Ben shout from behind a car.
"Will you shut up for just one second? We can see for ourselves." Another voice said.
A second cop nervously walked up to me, keeping his gun aimed directly at my muzzle. His eyes were darting around like a madmans, a sure sign
Chapter SevenThe rover pulled up in the snowdrifts next to our house, marking our path with deep tracks in the snow. The ride back had been quick but uncomfortable, due to the numerous bumps and holes in the road leading home.Chapter Seven3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pushing myself up from the floor, I maneuvered around the black dragon and opened the door. The sunlight stung my eyes in sharp contrast to the dark interior of the military rover as I stuck my head outside. My father had already gotten out of the front seat and looked at me.
I gestured at the house. "Clear out the sofa – we'll need to get him indoors in a safe position. "
He nodded, and pointed at the rover. "You don't need any help getting him out and inside?" he asked.
"Sure, but I need a place to put him first."
I turned back into the car, assessing the situation. If he had sustained damage, there was no knowing what additional injury we might cause by moving him around too much, but leaving him in the rover wasn't really an option either. He didn't have an
Dreams - Chapter FiveIndoor firing ranges are usually composed of one big concrete room, lined with reinforced baffles along the walls and roof. Ventilation shafts dot the space, constantly sucking out lead particles and smoke from the cartridge primers, bullets and leftovers from previous sessions. The back wall is often a sloping earthen bank with a collector, designed to stop and capture bullets that hits it. Targets can be both stationary, and in more modern facilities, moving. When designed as civilians, targets are usually made out of paper or plastic coreflute and sometimes when used for long-range shooting covered with some canvas on the back.Dreams - Chapter Five4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Most ranges are divided into several lanes, one for each person. The lanes differ much from situation to situation, but they most commonly only have a support for the gun. When using rifles, a chair might be there for the person to sit in.
The noise levels in a shooting range can reach over 140 Db, enough to cause permanent hearing loss and will in fact cause
Dreams: Chapter Six - Threads, Part 1 or 2The sky was on fire. Screams echoed around me. I ran through the streets. Left, right, up the alley, trapped! I beat my wings, trying to reach a thermal. This can't be happening.Dreams: Chapter Six - Threads, Part 1 or 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where am I? I was in the car; we were driving home from the police station. I don't understand.
I reach up to my head. My paw comes back bloody. Where am I?
My vision starts to fade, everything is turning black. Oh no, not the ground! Not the ground!
* * *
I coughed and struggled to open my eyes. Did I crash? Where the hell-
Forcing my eyes open, I find an airbag released onto my face, popped by one of my horns. Groaning, I look around.
Dad is hanging limp in his seatbelt, bleeding out of his nose. Oh, no no no no…
"Dad? Dad?!" My voice breaks.
I reach out for him, aching from the impact everywhere. I put a shaky paw on him. His chest is rising up and down slowly and irregularly, but at least he's breathing.
Thank god, Thor and Odin and the belt manufacturer and his wife and mother and his blessed gr