One day, one dragonI woke up bleary-eyed and wooshy-tailed as usual for a Wednesday morning, to the tune of my alarm clock beeping away like a jack hammer through my head. With a low growl I punched the top to shut the thing up, and heard the crack of breaking plastic. "Damn it, third time this week." I muttered to myself as I rolled out of bed, landing on all fours on the carpet. Great start to the day, eye's barely open and I was already causing wanton destruction.
So whats the first thing a dragon does when he wakes up? Why take a dragon sized stretch of course! I ebtn my rear legs in to stretch out my forelegs, followed by a slow rearing of my neck to get the cracks out of my spine (crack, crack, crack), before one quick flick of my tail and a wide yawn- which was a bit naughty since my yawns are loud and wake up the neighbours. Living in an apartment is better than a cave in some ways, but it does mean I got to behave otherwise it's back to the moldy cave on the beach for me.
Forever in ShadowsPanting heavily, but still smiling, I overlooked my handiwork. The portal machine was still in large pieces, but the red sparks spawning from one of the more sensitive parts of the machine told me that reusing it was an impossibility. She could no longer find me, not now, not ever.More Like This
I now focused on my surroundings. I was in a basement- and, with panic, I realized it was completely unlit, as well as colorless, but still able to be seen in detail. Only a broken lamp and a variety of wall-attached counters were visible. Crushing down my panic, I told myself that the lighting conditions could be a coincidence, and that I hadn't somehow ended up there
Shaking the thought from my head, I realized that there was only one way to make sure, and set about beating on the closed basement door with the crescent wrench. After a mere three blows, the door gave way, and stairs took its place. I followed them up, and was met by a sight that furthered my fears.
There was still no light. The
IronHeartDoctor Shraimer calmly analyzed the man before him.More Like This
The man was tall, sticking up out of his chair almost as if he were standing. He had black hair and black eyes, pale skin, the ghost of an unshaven beard. He looked handsome, but tired, in a way. His face looked strung out, as if it had exhausted itself in some action earlier that day, week, month or year.
"Mr. Wes Reginald?" said Shraimer, looking Wes up and down. Wes's clothing looked as if he had been through a tornado- although, Shraimer remembered, he looked a good deal better than a number of the others who had come to discuss their issues with him.
"Probably me," said Wes, pressing a hand to his forehead and looking tired. "Been a long time since I've been called that, Doc. Just call me Ironheart. Everyone else does- did." For a flicker of a moment, the corners of Wes's mouth pulled down low, and his eyes sagged. In the next millisecond, he looked exactly the same as he had before.
"We may as well start there. Why did 'everyone
SeasonsSummer had left me in December, which was a concept that, after the initial heavy depression, could have been seen as more ironic than sad after three years. I had yet to advance past the "depression" stage yet, however.More Like This
"Another one, please," I muttered to the bartender.
He gave me the evil eye, but placed a glass of brown something-or-other before me. I gulped it down without a thought as to what it might have been. In all honesty, I didn't really care what it was, or where I was, for that matter. A typically dank, dark, badly-smelling lit bar on a bad side of a bad town, presumably. It was empty, save me, the happily glaring bartender, and a single unconscious, muttering drunk leaning against one of the barstools. From what I could tell, he was muttering about someone named "Hungry Joe," and complaining about cats. Again, I couldn't possibly care less.
I looked into the newly-emptied glass and saw Summer reflected back at me, then at the bartender and drunk with the same results. Th
FragmentsWhen Pluto disappeared from the night sky, few noticed. Actually, that's an exaggeration: no one noticed, aside from those who were specifically tasked with watching Pluto. Besides, it wasn't a planet, so it in turn was not a priority. Scientists gave the news to the media, who ran it on a slow news day. No one really cared, because, quite simply, space was not of an interest to anyone, anymore. We had already gotten to the moon, so why would anything else matter?More Like This
Pure idiocy. They were entirely wrong, in every aspect. Pluto's disappearance should have been a warning for a race that was seemingly oblivious to anything and everything happening in space.
I'm incorrect, they were right in one respect. Pluto was not a planet, but it also wasn't a hunk of space rock that had happened to become entrapped by our sun. It was a probe.
The question that no one asked until it was far, far, far too late was: What was it probing for?
When it finally did come back, Pluto brought a good number of fri
I WillI will protect you.More Like This
I swore during life to protect you.
You stabbed me in the neck. That's ok, I'm sure you didn't do it on purpose. It doesn't matter, anyway; I don't particularly mind.
Besides, you couldn't have done it on purpose. You handed me the blade after you stabbed me, which you only would have done if you still appreciated the fact that I needed my knife. If you had done it on purpose, you wouldn't have cared, and just taken my knife. A man in blue came to the door a few minutes after you gave me back my knife. You say something to him, but you're sobbing like a little girl. I can't quite catch what you say.
A few minutes later, men in tucked-in white clothing appear and carry me onto a gurney. They throw a blanket over me next. I appreciate this as well; it was awfully nice of them to think of my own comfort. For a few seconds they pull the blanket away from my face; I've been brought outside on the gurney. A flicker of confusion passes through my thoughts, but your lovely
Shell-ShockedWar is hell.More Like This
No matter what Uncle Sam tries to tell you, no matter how many pieces of 'support our troops' propaganda flit across your television, no matter what anyone may tell you about the glory of battle, it's hell.
It doesn't matter if it's been five years or fifty years since you were last in combat. The screaming of the soon-to-be-dead, gunfire ready to strike you dead or crippled every other second, artillery peppering the ground with explosions, turning men into red clouds. It's how war has always been.
I've been retried from combat for fifty-six no, fifty-seven years, and I can barely distinguish between reality and memory. There's a medical condition for what I have. I'm shell-shocked -insane, but no one's here to take me away. I've lived in the countryside on my own since the war, and I don't think that has helped my psychosis. The dead man buried in my backyard is an example. He knocked on my door late one night, his car having broken down in the middle of
Love is a MythLove is a myth.More Like This
The words were on the skin of my right ankle, formed from scar tissue. They had been there for as long as I could remember, although I did not remember what, exactly, put them there. A movement of my young hands, maybe, guided by a force I could not feel. A doctor with a bitter sense of humor. Broken glass with a mind of its own.
Whatever the cause, it never really mattered much to me. It was just another birthmark, albeit an oddly-shaped one; it had been there forever, so I thought nothing of it. In fact, no one else learned of its existence until I turned ten.
My mother did, then, as she helped me take off a particularly clingy pair of socks.
"Arnold, what's this on your ankle?"
I had giggled, and said, "My lucky mark!"
My mother's brow furrowed, and she told me that she thought it looked like Cuba. I learned later that other people couldn't see the words that I could see.
The name "lucky mark" stuck. I called it that well into my adulthood, or at least to myself when
The GuitaristSam is ten.More Like This
She is riding the school bus, on her way to fifth grade. Sam doesn't much like fifth grade. The boys are mean, the other girls are obsessed with some boy-band that she has no choice but to be obsessed with, too, and the teachers treat her like she's dumb. She's not dumb. She just can't concentrate on whatever the teacher is rambling about. Instead of doing her homework, she usually just draws. Drawing is one of the few things she takes joy in.
The bus comes to a stop. For a second, she worries that they've reached school, and that she will have to get off and try to pay attention to something that bores the daylights out of her. Thankfully, it's just a stoplight. She peers out the window.
It's cold out, and looks like there was a light rain as well. There is a man sitting under the stoplight. Despite the rain, he is smiling jovially, and playing a guitar with a passion. People pass by him without glancing at him. He looks like he's about sixteen. His hair, which sticks out
The College Drag, Part 1The College Drag.More Like This
When faced with a difficult situation, the best solution is to take it head on. Drive out the opposition from their hidden positions and deal with them. Any other method can result in unfinished work and that can have dire consequences if you are not really careful.
Well, my summer vacation went pretty well. I mostly played video games, went to movies and played as much airsoft as I could. I really improved my game over the summer and my M16, the Buzzsaw, got even better parts. She went from stock to rock your face off over one summer, but I still had a ways to go before I consider her done. Operation Storming the Farm was the highlight of my summer. The Gladiators won it and we showed the Skulls what we were made of. They taunted us on the forums, they were so sure that they would beat us. It wasnt a total sweep, but we built up such a large lead, there was no way they could h
Dragon's Crown WG - Don't Touch The StaffEDIT: Recently updated with improved descriptions, text and even a new expansion scene at the end!More Like This
It had been another fulfilling day of adventure, monster-slaying and treasure-hoarding, and now it was coming to its inevitable conclusion. As the milky-white sun began to gradually slink itself behind the distant hills, the three young ladies huddled around the campfire for both its warmth and its light. The Amazon, the Elf and the Sorceress had been conducting this sort of teamwork exploration together for nearly a year now, so they had chosen every step of their questing with very precise and careful decision-making, all the way down to the contents of their individual bags.
Their campsite was purposely a small one, for they had carried not much more than the bare essentials with them, having needed more room on their persons to package all of their spoils. For dinner, they had brought along jugs of apple cider, dried biscuits and a hunk of roasted monster-meat. It was especially fr
Imperial Flame Dragon InformationImperial Flame Dragons:More Like This
Imperial Flame Dragons, or Imperial Flames for short, are a very rare and regal race of dragons with a long history of royalty. As their name implies they all have a keen affinity for fire and have a stronger connection to it than most other dragons but not quite as much as a Fire Born. Due to the Imperial Flame's naturally high muscle density and strength they make for excellent soldiers, fighters, and mercenaries. A few well known traits about Imperial Flames are that they are very proud, stubborn, and have a short temper but these aren't the only ones, they are also known to be quite friendly, loyal, and noble. So to befriend one means that you will have made a lifelong friend that will always be there to protect and comfort you. Another key thing to know about is that there are two very important clans that have fought with each other for hundreds of thousands of years, the Flame-Hearts and Red-Fangs.
Most Imperial Flames are the c
The 4 Runes of the DragonThe Four Runes and Ultimate ReleaseMore Like This
Each of the runes has it's standard name (english name) first, followed by it's name as spoken in the old tongue.
The First Rune: Pain
"Pain flows through the warriors heart granting them great strength through it all." - Ranpushin
Pain - Packarco
The first rune activates when the wielder is hit with a powerful attack, something as little as a broken bone would suffice, however it can be driven further up the stronger the attack that lands. This most powerful attack was unleash by Arashi Naiya a young warrior who wielded Ranpushin's might against a great foe and after having his body slammed into the ground from over 500 feet and surviving, he unleashed the first rune as a counter attack. This blow felled one of The Night Master's strongest and best minions and purified it's soul with the light.
The Second Rune: Sorrow
"Sorrow wells up within the warriors soul granting them the speed of their flowing tears" - Mizus
Abyss- A water dragon TF storyIf you stare into the abyss....More Like This
...The abyss stares back into you.
The boy crouched on the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea, he couldn't have been over thirteen or 5 foot 3 as he stared down over the edge to the rocks below with green eyes, tan cargo shorts and a navy blue t-shirt made up his attire. A tiny forest bordered the cliff behind him as two people, obviously his friends make their way through this forest to him...
"Max!" the older of the boys called to the boy on the cliff...
I sigh and look back at Kyle, his black hair moving just enough to see him standing a few feet behind him.
"What?" I asked causualy.
"Why'd you leave?" Jake asks, stuffing his hands into his baggy jeans, he was 6 feet tall and had spiky brown hair and a scar that ran just under his left eye, which was blue. He had taken off his shirt, reavealing the sweaty muscles underneath.
"That last hit from that giant just about made me lose my lunch... besides my asthma's acting up." I say as I stand and look
Second Life (Night Fury TF)"Man! I love Soaring above the Clouds and City. I Just Fricking Love it! It Never get's old!" I said with a Big smile on my Reptile Face........Wait What? Your Probably thinking that right now, aren't ya? Well, as it looks like i have to introduce you to me.More Like This
Well, my Name is Kevin. I am 17 years old and i'm in the Second Year of High School. You could say to me i'm a Complete Average Student, which i am. Only writing a "C", maybe sometimes a "B", but that's a rare exception!
Because of my marks, i had to do a Year in Middle School again, which made me not really more attractive for Girls either! I don't have many Friends, a few of them are Good Friends, but not anywere Close than Latis!
Well, who is Latis? Latis is my Best and closest Friend since the day i got him! Here we go...
One a Cold and Rainy Fall day in the Middle of November, i came late out of my School. The Wind was blowing Pretty Harsh and only Helped the Rain to let the Atmosphere be more scary and frightening.
So i laid
West Coast ChaosAppendix two: West Coast ChaosMore Like This
My time in Los Angeles, 2814 was cut short by an Aether Event in historic Hollywood district. Not the ones I’m accustomed to in my native reality. This one was aggressive, and the resulting scar still refuses to close after forty kiloamps of tacyonic current. It’s output is still increasing at an accelerated rate, and the scar has now stretched the length of the Californian coast line. It’s began to affect tears in alternate realities as well. The San Antonino Scar on Terra has began to produce radiation. Nothing harmful at the moment, but the Department of Meteorology has elected to keep an eye on the scar. They’ve also inquired the OJP if it has anything to do with the body that fell though the scar before December 21st event.
This newly formed scar isn’t your garden variety Aether event. The Foundation of Alternate Realities Mapping has concluded that this was caused by an artificial event. And it’s aggressive
the metamorphosis of jade moontailit begins with an itch.More Like This
you scratch it,
you ignore it,
but the itch persists.
days pass, weeks pass.
you give in,
you reach up to scratch,
but you feel two strange nubs beneath your hair
and a phantom ache at the base of your spine.
months pass, years pass.
the itch spreads.
the itch grows.
every follicle on your face feels like a needle.
you tear off your glasses.
razor in hand,
tangles of blood and hair fall into the sink.
you look into the mirror,
but turn quickly away.
you bandage your face,
you let no one see it.
you wonder if you're dreaming,
you wonder if you're sane.
still the itch spreads.
still the itch grows.
you rip off the bandages
and you turn the knob all the way.
the scalding spray burns
in rivulets over your flesh
and as you scrub violently,
chunks of skin slough off
into the steaming water.
beneath emerges a new skin, a smooth skin,
a tender, tingling, bright green skin.
you revel in the pain.
you wash it all away.
and day by day, you feel the chang
Drawer huntressLet's see: pencils, paper, erasers, enough colors, a drawing board and a few envelopes... Everything seems to be there.More Like This
"What are you up to?"
John hurriedly closed the bag and faced his intrusive roommate, Nick.
"Nothing, I'm just going for a hike!"
But Nick wasn't tricked so easily. He had the ability to insist, right when it was the most annoying. A mischievous smile dug his cheeks.
"You're going to draw again? You should sell your paintings, you'd be rich by now!"
"I'm just going to walk!" John replied, exasperated."I have the right to take a breath of fresh air, right?"
"In half a meter of snow? To each his own taste... Will you show me when you return?"
He laughed at the angry grumble of John, then slipped away. He had preparations to make too.
As silly as it sounded, John was painfully shy when it came to his drawings. He was usually a warm and friendly person, as a student in economics should be. He didn't hesitate to discuss and even showed evidence of a bright and open
How To Become a Dragon? Chapter 10...While i was sleeping, i felt that the wind was getting really strong, but it didn't worried me at all. I just thought that Mother Nature was a little bit pissed off again...More Like This
Seven hours later...
I was still asleep, but then i felt that the Ground under me got really warm, and because of that i woke up, pretty fast. My Eyes open up really quick and needed to adjust to the bright sunlight.
"where was i?" I thought.
I blinked a few times and my vision was fully Sharpened again. Then i noticed that i was sitting infront of a sign.
"Welcome to the Area 51, Enter at your own risk."
"What? Oh come on, not again. But how did i..i....NO! You was it right, ExoSkeleton!" The Exoskeleton got control back over my Top Right Arm/Leg and then wrote into the Ground "Yup, it was me. I took control over your muscles while you were asleep."
"You could also just ask me!"
"-.-....Yeah would also be an Option, but Option A was my Favorite one." He wrote into the Ground with one of my Claws.
"Okay, but why
Chronicles Of Terra prolougeMore Like This
Chronicles of terra, prologue
KNIGHTS AND DRAGONS
“Why is it dragons always make their lair up a mountainside” thought the knight out loud, trudging up to meet his fait with the grim resignation of a man at the gallows, “s’pose I’ll ask it before it roasts me in this armour” he said to himself. Drawing closer to the cave mouth, his face set in a grimace underneath his helm, reflecting on all the pain loss and betrayal that brought him here to this moment shedding a tear for his fallen brothers, stopping at the entrance, looking to the sky then down again and leaning on his great axe to catch his breath and saying a prayer for forgiveness and entering the cave and a future both uncertain and fixed.
“Beautiful just beautiful” said the dragoness, sighing “if only I had some one to share the view with” she said wistfully watching the sun set, just as it dipped below the horizon the flash of green “there you are&
TS C10: Choosing SidesTaking SidesMore Like This
-Chapter 10: Choosing sides-
I drove us into the large warehouse, and back to the same set of rooms that I had been using for the past few days. Faelius remarked that they had added a human shower for me if I wanted to use it. However, he also mentioned that he preferred me as a dragon, although gold wasn’t quite my colour…
I nodded and stopped the car next to the toilet, intending to pee, only to realise that I hadn’t a clue how to do it.
This was when Aurak stepped in with a mental chuckle, and showed me how to do it. It was…different from humans, as everything was in a slit, but I picked it up quickly enough, and succeeded in not spraying urine everywhere.
Once done, I got out, to see both Faelius and Tyran standing next to the car, talking. They seemed engrossed, and I decided against interrupting. Instead, I quietly made my way to the car, and waited for them to be done.
Aurak asked, slightly excited.
I replied, chuckling, as I took a back se
I Have Become It - 2This must be some nightmare, this can't be real!More Like This
I'm looking around for something, anything to show me that this is all a dream and I'll wake up in my bed or washed up on a beach somewhere, assuming that I didn't drown and this is my brain's last wild delusion before the final lights-out. But all I see is a tractor... and it too is moving. It's got eyes and a mouth... and it's coming right towards me. Do I do something sensible, like make no sudden moves, maybe say "Hi?"
Of course not. I jump back and holler like I just saw a zombie horde coming at me. The tractor jumps six feet in the air, turns and kicks me with one of its massive rear tires... right in the head.
Lights out, indeed.
Then I wake again... Indoors again... light filtering from a doorway and two windows, dust motes drifting lazily in the air. They look like floating gold dust in the sunlight. It must have been a dream after all. I hope so...
"Hey, buddy, you awake?" a voice reached me. There was a prodding a
Dragonian Dream: Chapter 2Chapter 2: Mind your own scaly business!More Like This
The air felt strange. Every breath felt like mystic energy was filling my body. I could hear the musical sounds of glittering light. The wind was a sad, lonely voice that filled the emptiness. I opened my eyes, looking into a clear sky with strange tree-like objects with their peaks pointing towards to the endless blue above. I sat up to see that I was surrounded by glittering trees made of all kinds of the clearest gemstones and crystals that I had ever seen. I got to my feet and looked around.
"Ah, it looks like we have a guest." Someone said. I turned around to find a man wearing a strange robe approaching me. It seemed to glitter very much like the rest of the environment. He was also wielding a tall staff that seemed to be made of the same kind of materials in the area, but the only thing that appeared translucent was what was supposed to be the gem embedded at the ball of
A Tale of Two DragonsThey say this is a fairy tale,More Like This
Just a story and nothing more.
Sit down, relax, let your mind sail
With a tale like never before.
It happened a long time ago,
When charm and beauty ruled the land,
Each day was a wonderful show,
All was so peaceful and so grand.
Days were warm and full of sun,
Nights were calm and full of lights,
Bright, colorful and equal to none,
All blended into majestic sights.
It was filled with many creatures
Some of which you can see today
Each with their own special features
And many beauties to display.
But one of them stood out the most:
Dragons so mighty and graceful.
A unique sight when they came close,
For some wondrous, for some frightful.
Oh, I wish you could have seen them
Riding the wind up in the sky;
With strong bodies, eyes like gems,
And souls warm as the sun of July.
Many great stories surround them
But there’s one so dear to my heart,
Beautiful like a sweet poem
And lovely like a work of art.
There were once two dragon brothers
Twins, like tw
The Servant and the Heiress, Part 2Slowly, very slowly, Hiccup stumbled forward and bent down to pick up his helmet. He ran a shaky hand along the dented surface, his fingers lingering in one of the worst dings on the front. His eyes fixed on the damaged horn as he slowly turned the piece of headgear over, studying the clean-cut edge.More Like This
Then his face crumpled and he clutched the helmet to his chest. He whirled around and bolted through the house, leaving through the back door and running toward the forest. “Toothless!” he cried, his voice breaking as tears started to slip from his eyes.
As he ran blindly, the Night Fury looked up and rushed over, crooning in bewildered concern. Hiccup collapsed over the dragon’s neck and dissolved into wordless sobs. Poor Toothless, not knowing what he could possibly do to help, warbled and nuzzled his human. Hiccup looked up and wiped his tear-streaked cheeks. He opened his mouth but nothing came out except a faint croak.
Warbling, Toothless turned so that Hiccup was fa
The Servant and the Heiress, Part 1Once upon a time, on a tiny island in the North Sea, there lived a boy named Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. He was a small, skinny lad, and his slight stature was quite noticeable when he stood next to other Vikings his age. But what he lacked in size he made up for in intelligence and kindness, and he was among the most beloved children that inhabited the Isle of Berk.More Like This
Hiccup lived with his father Stoick the Vast and his mother Valka, and for several years the family knew nothing but bliss. But when Hiccup was only a child, his mother died of a terrible illness and was buried in an earthen mound in the wooded hills of the island. A little sapling was planted over the spot, a final tribute to a woman who had loved nature. Hiccup visited his mother’s grave every day, and his tears watered the infant plant so that it grew into a magnificent tree. This tree, unlike the others on Berk, never lost its leaves and stayed vibrantly green throughout the year. There was something truly spe
Planting SeedsFor the most part, the cave in front of her looked to be fairly unassuming. It was pitch black and had the same, musty smell that all caves seemed to have, and there was nothing around the entrance to indicate that anyone, or anything took residence upon such a place.More Like This
She clutched her satchel and prayed that they'd not given her the wrong place; a life depended on it and this cave's supposed resident was the only one who could save it.
She waited in silence, staring into the darkness. Her hands were shaking, she was gripping her satchel and its contents so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.
After what seemed like a small eternity, the sound of slow, padded footsteps began creeping out of the cave, a pair of bright green, serpentine eyes almost glowing in the gloom.
"My, my... what do we have here...?" the eyes hissed, its voice laced with an artificial sweetness that made her shiver, "A maiden sacrifice, to sate my appetite? How kind of your people..."
The girl quaile
HHTYD FF Ch 8The next morning, Hiccup got up a bit earlier than normal, he stayed up reading Gothi's book, so he was sleepy but awake to see the sunrise.More Like This
After breakfast and doing his chores, Hiccup made up two baskets of fish and set off to the cove.
When he got there, he thought he could here singing. Staying quiet setting down the baskets in the clearing before the cove, Hiccup slowly and carefully made it to the cliff that over looked the cove where he first saw Toothless.
In the cove down below him the two Night Fury's were playing around together humming a sad sounding but beautiful tune, repeating it over and over, rolling around together and rubbing up against each other.
Deciding to let them be Hiccup got up and was just about to go back to the baskets when he shifted some pebbles and the song stopped making him halt.
'Hiccup!' he heard one of them call happily.
Hiccup turned around and smiled. Racing back to the baskets, he entered the cove placing
HTTYD FF Ch 7Making it back to Berk the two and their dragons landed in the cove where Stoick was pacing around worried about the fact the none of the riders who were there too, had found Dagur.More Like This
Hearing a Night Fury's cry they all looked up and saw them land rushing forward to see if they were alright.
"Hiccup is everyone ok?" Stoick asked when he made it to the front.
"Out of us, only Toothless got hurt," Hiccup said stroking his dragon gently avoiding the arrow. "Not sure about Dagur, but it's Dagur so meh." he said to himself shrugging slightly earning laughs.
"Well lets get Toothless to Gothi then," Stoick said happily clapping a hand on his son's shoulder, and the other on Toothless' head to lead them out.
But Toothless wiggled away from Stoick and went over to Night Sky looking at the King and Prince with pleading eyes, letting out a whine.
"I don't think they want to be split up," Gobber said smiling.
"It's alright bud," Hiccup said coming over. "You stay with Night, let her look after you t
HTTYD FF Ch 6'So where are we going brother?' Night Sky asked after a couple of wing beats and they were at a steady pace above the clouds.More Like This
'To our old nest to keep safe from that King as crazy as Smaug.' Toothless answered.
'But you yelled to the pig faced one that you'll never do that,' Night Sky said shocked pausing hovering a bit making Toothless stop too.
'I said I would not let that happen, because he was saying to set you and leave you there. That sick eel. The nerve of him even thinking of that inside that tiny brain of his.'
"Hey hey Toothless it's alright, we're not doing that remember?" Hiccup asked leaning down to whisper to his dragon so they wouldn't be spotted. "You heard what my dad said, and you'll be there to make sure she and I are safe. And I'll be there make sure you're safe."
'You sure the Prince can't understand us brother?' Night Sky asked as they got going again when Toothless was better.
HHTYD FF Ch 5Back on berk in the cove Night Sky was looking on to the humans playing with their dragons and everyone enjoying themselves.More Like This
After the Prince left, the one her brothers and sisters kept calling was his mate took over and they began to play a game of touch-the-other-person-then-run-away-as-quick-as-you-can.
Not really one for playing games or understanding the need to want to do this, Night Sky retreated back to the shaded spot under the trees.
'You sure you don't want to play Night Sky?' Toothless asked coming over panting a bit smiling at her a gummy smile that made her laugh a bit.
'No thank you Noche,' she said still using Toothless' Dragon name as in her eyes a sign of respect and the thought of it suiting him better than 'Toothless'.
'But it's fun,' he said bouncing a bit 'Didn't you ever learn what fun is?'
'All I learnt was how to hide, how to fight, how to hunt and how to survive.' Night Sky answ
HTTYD FF Ch 4Back in the cove Hiccup was over by the pond drawing in the dirt with a stick while the others were napping after their lunch.More Like This
He was sleeping too but then he had another nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep again, and since Toothless was asleep too, decided to just come over here to get his mind off it.
"I wish these nightmares would just stop," he said yawning slightly pausing in his drawing, seeing a shadow coming his way behind him.
Night Sky was a light sleeper (always being on the run from humans tends to do that to a dragon). So when Hiccup woke up and started saying some very bad words, and just went over to a rock by the pond, picking up a stick and playing with it in the dirt, she decided to go see what was going on.
What she saw though confused her slightly as she looked over his shoulder. The Prince was scraping the stick into the dirt and dragging it along making lines. Then he lifted the stick up only to do the same again somewhere else.
After a while an image began t
HTTYD FF Ch 3In the cove Night Sky was awoken from her sleep when she smelt food and heard the Prince talking to Toothless.More Like This
"I hope this works bud," he said "I mean it did for you and everything, but do you think she'll come over as quickly as you did?"
Getting up and stretching a bit Night Sky was about to step out of the cave when she heard the Prince swear.
"Oh for Thor's sake," he said sounding annoyed as four other dragons came down into the cove as well all of them having humans riding them.
"What are you guys doing here?" Hiccup asked looking around for the she-dragon that was meant to be here somewhere.
"Having a field day of the Dragon Academy of course," Astrid said sliding off of Stormfly smirking.
"Field?" Tuffnut asked confused. "I thought this was a cove?" he said.
"Fine, fine," Hiccup said rubbing the bridge of his nose annoyed "I don't care. Just make sure you don't have any weapons on you or something she'll take to be one and stay calm and quiet when she comes out, if you don't wa
Under Pale MoonlightUnder Lonely MoonlightMore Like This
A waning gibbous nearly as bright as a full moon hung above a dusk eastern skyline, illuminating nightly shadows with a ghostly shimmer. Somewhere in the remote wilderness, where humanity had yet to leave its impression two shadows, one distinctly male and the one female, challenged each other for ultimate dominion. Their razor-sharp claws and jagged teeth glowed under the light of the moon as their throats rumbled ferociously, frightening the wildlife to the next mountain for their lives. The menacing, feral expressions they exchanged would have pierced doubt into even the bravest individuals who were not immediately intimidated by their immense strength or raging golden irises. Yet, for all their frightening appearances, both held a mesmerizing splendor under a silver radiance that inspired awe and thoughts of a mystical beauty most appreciated on a full moon.
None of their hypnotizing mysticism could be confused with their gestures of impending violence as the
Of Freedom n' MiceIt occurred to me that I can use this journal to share thoughts. My mind is full of thoughts.... that's why my head weighs a ton and is constantly aching. Furthermore, my mind produces new thoughts on a daily basis and sometimes I catch myself I regret I haven't written them down somewhere. Not because I am some great thinker or philosopher, but because I know the power of a simple yet good spoken thought to potentially change minds and attitudes. To sow seeds which can someday grow into greater thoughts than my own. If I have a chance to do that, it's worth a try. To make people ponder and think. Because thinking is a powerful force. People NEED to think more. They need to think with their own heads. This makes them strong in many ways. The world only changes when people do that.More Like This
So I'll be sharing thoughts and randomness every now and then. I don't really care if anyone is interested, but if somebody has spare time (and likes reading random long stuff), feel free to read, think and d
Apples and CinnamonDesmond Xander McKenna is not a grief counselor. He's not even the next best thing.More Like This
He muses on this as he drags himself up the stairs to his supervisor's apartment.
Why did his coworkers have to send him, of all people, to talk to Isa? He's not good at talking to people. He's not even good at talking to this one specific person.
He grumbles as he takes the last few steps to Isa's floor, but it's all for show. The truth is, his heart's almost beating out of his chest and he's quietly hoping that his dinner won't make a surprise reappearance (unfortunately, prospects aren't looking too good on that front). All in all, it's like he's submitting his thesis all over again—all nerves and shaky hands—except it's way worse because he's so not ready to talk down his grieving boss. Especially when said boss is grieving about their mutual best friend's death.
Desmond reaches the top of the stairs and stops. He closes his eyes and forces himself to take a deep breath.
The smell of mus
Golden Stain, Chapter 8Chapter Eight – BetrayerMore Like This
Yion walked behind the group, just close enough to be seen. Jay couldn’t stop himself from shooting glances back at her as they walked, making sure she was still moving. After her collapse the previous night, he wasn’t convinced she was in any shape for travelling. Not that they had much of a choice with the house burnt down and enemies still potentially on the prowl.
Yion seemed to trust his students as well as they trusted her, which was to say, not even a little bit. Her presence silenced the chatter, caused the younger students to bunch in with one another and the older to cast suspicious backward glances. Jay tried to lighten up the mood with small talk, but even he wasn’t feeling especially cheerful.
Solan slowed up ahead. I’m smelling some prey nearby, he said, turning back to look at Jay. I should go see what I can find.
It would be a good idea, Jay agreed. Their food supplies ha
A Welcome VisitorThe trees regrettably camouflaged me poorly as I traveled down the smaller side of a ridge splitting what would have been a much larger valley, but I was grateful for the protection from casual locals spotting my maroon scales by chance. Instead, my steep descent into the wide open fields below me would only come under scrutiny from a single road leading into a few homes inhabited by retired or youthful folk, and a small town. I could see it in the distance; a few church steeples pierced the barely urbanized area. Trees had found their places along the streets and surrounding area, a hundred times more common than cars and people. I was sure there were a few diners scattered throughout the town, but I know they would never serve my kind. For creatures like me, there was nature to supply me in a world ruled by mankind, and despite my obvious sentience, most people with a good gun wouldn't think twice about taking a shot at me.More Like This
It hadn't always been this way. A few years ago I would have
Golden Stain, Chapter 1Chapter One – LessonsMore Like This
Go away! The mental voice cried.
Jay leaned against the wall and kneaded his temples with a fist. “Tary,” he said out loud, and then, through telepathy, Tary, come out of there.
I won’t! came the reply. I’ve had enough of your stupid lessons and Solan’s stupid face!
A short moment of silence. Well, Solan isn’t so bad, I guess. At least he listens to me!
I am listening to you, Jay said.
Oh, really? Then why are we having this conversation?
Jay cleared his throat as if it would help his telepathic words to be heard more clearly. Tary, you are the student here. You do not control the pace of these lessons.
But why won’t you listen!? We’ve been doing the same things for ages! I already know how to do all kinds of things you haven’t even shown me! As she spoke, Tary sent mental images to accompany her words. Jay glimpsed sce