Dragon TG TF Chapter 2."On your feet boy," he says casually. I warily stand up, careful not to make any sudden moves. I'm soaking wet from the river and shivering from the cold and from fright.Dragon TG TF Chapter 2.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"True what he said?"
"Yes sir," I say with my head down.
"How much d'ya steal?"
I immediately, though still slowly, pull out the wad of bills from my pocket. Straightening out the paper I count a petty thirty dollars, and hand it over to him.
He glances down at the money in his hand, juts his jaw, then his eyes dart back to me. I just stand there shivering, awaiting whatever judgment he might pass. I must look pathetic.
"Eaten lately?" he asks. He turns around, holstering his weapon, and flips open a pocket on the side of his dragon's saddle. He pulls out a flask, which he drinks from, then a square package wrapped in brown wax paper. He opens it up to reveal a sandwich, which he tears down the middle and hands half to me.
I silently take the food. Sliced meat, real cheese, tomatoes, rye bread it's enough to nea
Dragon TG TF Chapter 5."Up and at em boys and girls!" shouts Vashriel, bursting through the metal door and scaring me half out of my skin. Twilight is slower to wake though, just like I used to be. "The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it's a wonderful day to be alive!"Dragon TG TF Chapter 5.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vashriel is carrying an enormous leather saddle over his shoulder that looks like it weight a hundred pounds, and outside I see his dragon Chaff already harnessed up. He throws the bulky thing onto the ground in front of me.
I ask, in a good mood from a good night's rest.
"Nope," says Vash with a smile. "Can't afford to feed ya, you're gonna have to catch your own breakfast later. Twilight can grab something quick from the kitchen after she saddles you."
"What's going on?" asks Twilight, standing up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Flying lessons," answers Vash with a wild look in his eye.
Vash refuses to actually help us put the saddle on, but he offers all kinds of advice and instruction, most of which I think was purposefull
Dragon TG TF Chapter 1."Stop! Thief!"Dragon TG TF Chapter 1.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oh great, I'm boned.
I break into a run with the wallet, opening it up as I sprint in between pedestrians. I quickly stuff the bills into my pocket without counting them. The man is hot on my tail and mad as a bull. He kind of looks like a bull too: a broad shouldered, balding, red faced man in a tailored suit plowing his way towards me. He's gaining on me.
I throw the wallet at him and he ignores it entirely. He has eyes only for me.
I start really running now, he means business. I sure know how to pick them; not only did he feel me lift his wallet, he was also prepared to murder me for it.
He's almost caught up with me when I duck into an alleyway, using an old couple as cover in hopes that I might lose him. It doesn't work, and now I'm trapped.
"You!" he shouts as rounds the corner, laughing crazily and coughing as he tries to catch his breath. "Thought you'd get away didn't ya? Didn't nobody tell you it's wrong to steal?"
Well, yes. Someone did in fact tell me it was
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.
Incubi Umbraeque - Prelude913.M41Incubi Umbraeque - Prelude4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Ten thousand years was ample time to reflect on past mistakes and mend broken trust.
Or not, not when the individual still believed themselves justified in their deeds. Ahriman had denounced his exile centuries ago, preferring to call it a pursuit of arcane knowledge and understanding. One which lesser beings could not grasp, their feeble minds never looking beyond the next sunrise. He had travelled the length and breadth of the galaxy, across the five zones of the Segmentums, through the remnants of unnamed xenos civilizations. His eyes had born witness to countless conflicts, beholding feats where the mind could no longer comprehend and words paled. On planets where suns never rose and across realms of glass, the sorcerer uncovered primordial lore better left alone. Each piece was a part of the greater puzzle, the intricate tapestry which created and held the cosmos together, in comprehending the machinations of gods.
The orifkanos, acquired from the
DragonsThe dragons just kept getting cuter.Dragons2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'd meant them to be scary, with snakelike heads and pearly fangs, but as my fingers gained more practice the dragons they shaped became younger and more innocent, their wings tiny and their eyes wide. Dull spikes lined their heads and tails, not yet sharpened by age. They lay on their bellies or sat up and watched with good-natured curiosity. They were friendly. They were sweet.
They were flawed, and there were a lot of them. I experimented with color and pose, sculpting the way others would turn a stress ball. Every morning I baked the newcomers in my oven, and within a week my desk was overrun. Rows of dragons pressed against my laptop from all sides. Some I enjoyed looking at. Others were a reminder of some mistake I'd made. Putting the horns on before the eyes. Making the legs too thin so it tilted drunkenly while baking. Not realizing that some clay changes color as it solidifies.
What to do with them all? I couldn't keep them even if I'd want
Listen To Your HeartListen To Your Heart4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: Meeting Haku Again, The Confession, and The Kiss
Chihiro is twenty years old now and is working as a writer of mythological and supernatural books. She lives in a spacious apartment with three bedrooms in it. One is her bedroom, another is her study, and the third is a guest bedroom. She hasn't forgotten about Haku, not since the day she went to the spirit world. She's still waiting for him and hasn't given up on him.
Chihiro opened her eyes and she was surrounded by a bright light. She sat up and looked around, "Where am I?" she asked herself. Then she heard footsteps behind her and turned around. She saw a figure approaching her and stood up as it approached. Her eyes widened as it got closer and stopped a few feet in front of her. It was a young boy with forest green hair and emerald eyes. Chihiro recognized him immediately as he gazed at her and smiled, "Haku?" she said. He started s
Night Out TGIt was just a regular night out with the boys. No occasion, we just hadn't been out together for a long time. Little did I know that such a simple night out would change my entire life forever.Night Out TG3 years ago in Settings More Like This
It's hard to remember the night perfectly, a lot of drinks went down that night. The time was... the time was... it was late, well very early in the morning. We queued up and eventually got into what was probably our third or fourth club of the night. Like most drunk people, I danced, extremely poorly, into the night until I bumped into a very, very hot girl. As usual, my first words to this girl was soe pathetic chat up line. Knowing me it would have been something like "grab your coat you've pulled" or some other crap like that. I offered her a drink, but she refused, "I only buy my own drinks, but I'll get one for you if you like." I knodded and as I went to say what I wanted she walked off towards the bar.
It was a while before she came back. She held a drink in each hand. She gave me my sur
Possible Causes of the ScarPossible Causes of the Scar2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Possible Cause of the Scar on Captain Cut-Throat Taylor's Face
A fan-made piece by Stella
- He got in a fight with a:
B. Wench with a broken bottle
D. Fellow pirate
H. Compass gone awry
- He had a really big zit that went really wrong
- Baby, he was born that way!
- He was mushroom slapped by an octopus
- He tested for a new kind of cosmetic that went wrong
- He tried sword swallowing as a child
- The tattoo of a marijuana leaf on his face went really badly
- It was self-induced so he could look more piratey
- He forgot the Safe Word
- He was learning how to shave
- There can be only one
- His mom hit him too hard for talking back
- He played spin the bottle with a starfish
- He tripped in heels during his short stint as a drag queen
- His face is where the treasure is
Marvel - Captain America X Reader - CollectibleMarvel - Captain America X Reader - Collectible2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Steve Rogers [Captain America] X Reader Oneshot
You stare out the window near the front door like a cat, waiting to strike an unsuspecting mouse. It was three minutes past eleven as you begin to grow restless. "Where is he?" You ask yourself. "He's late." You went as far as to take a 'sick day' from work just because the tracking information said that it would be here today. Suddenly a mail truck drives down your street and stops outside your house. You hold your breath as the mailman walks out, carrying your family's mail and a good sized package. "That's it!!" You shout as you fling the door open and run outside, forgetting to close it behind you. You charge the mailman and quickly grab all he's holding. He stares at you like a deer stares at an oncoming car and asks,
"What's in the mail today?" He's very familiar with you and your packages but this time your reaction was bigger than he had ever seen.
"The best thing on earth!" You shout in reply as
Silverwings and Toothless - EpilogueSilverwings and Toothless - Epilogue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Epilogue – A Leap of Faith
At the moment I sit on the roof of Hiccup's house. I have been sitting here for quite some time already, mustering up the courage to jump down and take a walk through the village all on my own. My aim is to walk all the way to the Docks and see the fish distribution for myself. Not daring to jump yet, I resort to my favourite pastime: musing.
I have been on Berk for some time now, but I still cannot get over the warm welcome I received. To meet Astrid and her children, Stoick welcoming me despite my mistakes, the touching ceremony in the Arena, the preparation of our house, so nicely tucked away in the forest…
I think back to the day after the welcoming ceremony when I had ventured out of the woods to visit the common playground to see if any mother with younglings was there. Although my head was still ringing from the clamorous celebrations, I just couldn't hold my yearlings back, especially my Boulder, who was over-eager to see if t
suffocatesea moved her arms in and out of the light like a bird caught in airsuffocate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and gave up with the ocean's pull that stayed and stayed
i found nothing to be more
than the sea and its lover
night it brings holding the
blue as the moon seemed
to fall into our eyes nestled
in the thick of stars only to cry
thrashing waves for land
to kiss it another more.
the sheets of salt fill my lungs
and ripped my heart open to the
such swelling waves.
Pernese Dragon Eye ColoursA list of the Pernese Dragon Eye Colours that appear in the entire series.Pernese Dragon Eye Colours4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Red: Anger, Hunger(Active Appetite), Fear, Mating, Pain, Excitement.
Red/Orange: Mating, Alarm, Eagerness, Arousal.
Orange: Uncertainty, Suspicion, Anger, Mating, Alarm, Hunger, Agitation, Panic.
(It would appear that Red and Orange are quite interchangeable, and the same could be said for Green and Blue, which are "Happy", "Content", "Pleasure", (and lots more words like that)and "Normal" colours.)
Yellow: Anxiety, Fear, (Reproachful?) Worry, Excitement
Pale Yellow: Concern.
Green: (See above) Delight, Tranquility, Placidity.
Blue: (See above) Longing, Interest, Mischief, Excitement.
Grey: Great Worry/Stress/Sadness/Pain (Grey tones come to a dragon's hide too).
Menolly mentions in Dragonsinger (Page 174) that " the green is dominant, which means sleeping pleasure. Red means hunger, blue and green are sort of general shades, white means danger, and yellow is fright." The DL
Rine's vacation ch 2Rine stretched lazily, yawning, showing all her Panther's giant teeth.Rine's vacation ch 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Time to explore a little myore!" she said, mostly to herself. She teleported in a place that she had already explored, deciding to start there.
She transformed into her Black Cat form, climbing up a tree: it was easier like that, and using all her senses, she did a "mental map" of the place, using some sort of radar, to see the conformation of the forest, over and below her.
She was happy to discover that it was even thicker than the already visited portion: it meant that no man had reached that part of the forest, and it was a really good thing.
She saw – and sensed – many species in the trees, above, flying and below, walking relaxed, or hunting, and some of them were snakes.
She wanted to kill them, then she thought better not, since they were only serpents, even if they were somewhat tied to Asmodeus.
She saw some little meadows, and some small and big rivers, making a nice pattern in the middle of the green ca
DragonsDragons.Dragons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Unfurl for the first time.
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Breaking free from earths hold.
Higher, faster, beyond the limits.
All nations praise them
And they do not exist?
Fools, they are about you!
Dragon, Wyvern, firedrake
Black, white, blue, red
The old bronze
The nobel silver
The regal gold
The death dragon
The luck dragon
Dragons! Live breath fire and flame
Mighty in body, glory in na
Fear the Dragon CallA storm of lighting breaks the sky as the dragons begin to stir and wakeFear the Dragon Call3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their roar will thunder across the mountains as the very earth will shake
These ancient beasts of might and magic, are fury and strength personified!
How many of you will remember the days when we were told to hide?
Our mothers would wrap us in special blankets and calm us down with song
We would cower in holes like tiny rats whilst our parents acted strong
The Dragon would burn our homes away and all would turn to dust and ash
Our entire lives would be swallowed up! In a single crimson flash...
It used to be a time of darkness, where a man would live in constant fear
Yet we have found a special way, to protect the lives that we hold dear
My friends I must now present to you the warriors of the Chosen Eight
A group of our honoured champions, who will slay the beasts we hate!
Now they ride for the Volcanic Wastes where the Dragon call has sounded!
Before the beast can stand its ground they will have it fully surrou
Legacy DragonLegacy Dragon3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
We are walking towards Mystic forest, where I saw a huge fire. By the time we arrived in Mystic forest, the entire forest was burnt to ashes. Nothing was left, but sadness. All the flowers were gone, and the trees were all destroyed. The liveliness that was once there died with the forest.
Ammo and I walked further into what was left of Mystic forest, finding more of what we saw before, ashes.
"I think we should leave there's nothing here" He said eager to leave
"We need to find out what caused it, and what if there are any survivors that are severely injured? We'd have to save them. We're Ink bloods that's what we do!" Even tho I don't want to be here just as much as him, we have to make sure that it was just an accident.
"You're right. You're always right. Tho I need to know " he was about to finish his sentence when we heard a small voice.
"Please help us, please" It was a small fairy; she was wearing blue perhaps a water fairy
PhoenixPhoenix4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bandaid covers up the bullet hole
So much for having a bullet-proof soul
The bullet burned through me
Ignored every artery
Buried itself into my soul
The poison, it spread through every cell
My life felt like a living hell
My skin wanted to crack and peel off
My mind wanted to pass away from blood loss
Part of me died
When people began to ask, I lied
I put on a façade
And my true self began to hide
But in order for a phoenix to be truly beautiful
It has to die
Destroy itself completely, when it's no longer useful
Be reborn, start a new
It took awhile
But I walked the long mile
And I won't go back
This is what I choose
The13Inquisitor's 'The Emergent'Pinkerton was, by and large a patient dragon. He had to be.The13Inquisitor's 'The Emergent'2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His sister, Crim was a hoarder and if it weren’t for his efforts, quietly giving away the things she collected behind her back, stocking the larder with the massive quantities of food she collected and organising the teetering towers of miscellaneous junk that were an alarmingly common sight throughout their lair, they’d both have likely been crushed to death long ago.
However, if there was one aspect of his sister’s obsession he despised, it was her tendency to collect orphaned eggs.
On occasion, she’d do the smart thing and take them to the nursery and care for them, at least until she was distracted by another aspect of her collection.
Pinkerton gave away as many of these ‘adopted’ eggs as he could contrive to; even with Crim’s tendency to collect food, their larder only had so much space.
Inevitably, some slipped through the cracks and others ended up buried in the mountains of jun
The balad of the Last CentaurThe balad of the Last Centaur5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Ballad of the Last Centaur
I looked to the stars but I never could trace
What on earth had become of the rest of my race
I concluded that I was the last of my line
With the trunk of a man and the rest equestrine.
Two hearts beat within me, below and above
In a solitary thing with no other to love,
so I kept to myself in the wood's dappled shade
and I hunted alone with my bow and my blade.
One day there came a sound, the coarse voices of men
who had come to the wild, passing close to my den;
And a hostage they had- the fair child of a lord-
Whom they'd taken, forsooth, to demand some reward.
And it troubled me much when I heard their chief say
what they would do to her, should her father not pay,
And the next thing I knew my straight arrow was flying-
The brute was unhorsed and down in the dirt dying;
I seized then my chance and at them I was rushing
Somehow wielding a branch, skulls and helmets for crushing.
My crude cudgel whirled, and my front hooves they flailed
kicking and wind
My SaraIf anyone survives the world's ending, I only want them to hear the truth. I know, if there is any history after this is over, she will not be remembered fondly. I cannot blame them. They didn't know her as I did.My Sara4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment we entered the world, we were engaged, tied to one another body and soul. We grew up together on the castle grounds, exploring, laughing, getting into trouble, just as all children do. My Sara had an all-consuming love of science, and of discovering the inner machinery of the world. She would take me through the castle courtyard, and show me the delicate spider-webs covered with dew, and the lacey wings she had plucked from a great fat bumblebee. Finches would build nests in the trees, and my Sara would carefully break open their eggs to examine the stages of the chicks' development. Many people would be pained to destroy innocent life for something as apparently trivial as knowledge for its own sake, but not my Sara. She looked beyond a single, pitiful life in sea