A bright red Serpent Stallion with a green neck flap and scaly yellow belly lays in a small cage at the edge of an illegal animal sale.
He rests his Arabian built frame as he sticks his tongue out at everyone who passes, smelling things about them.
Many of them smell lazy and rich.
Some reek off dirt and contempt.
A few smell like blood and gunfire.
The stallion turns his head up at all of them, knowing that they won’t give him what he wants.
Then comes along a young man, around 19 years old.
The man stops at the cage and locks eyes with the beast, who guesses that his smell will be rich and fat like most others.
He could not be more
The sun is shining on a warm summer’s day as Rai lays down in his stall, soaking the sun into his pitch black flesh.
The stable doors open and all eyes turn to them, seeing just who walks in this time.
Bubba enters the stables, looking at his watch and smiling to himself.
He reaches Rai’s stall and knocks on it, causing a mound clang to sound.
“Good morning, big guy.”
As Bubba speaks, Rai stands and moves over to his stall gate, letting Bubba rub his hand around the beast’s muzzle.
“I see that you’re agreeable today. Perfect.”
Bubba opens Rai’s stall and leads the dark stallion to the
A sea green Sea Dragon lays its head on the land as it thinks about what left it in the shallow lake it calls home.
The beast thinks back to years earlier, before a farm had sprouted up around his lake.
The beast’s breath becomes slow and heavy as it thinks back to a small human child.
That child had loved him, cared for him, saved him!
But soon the child began to lose interest in a small water creature that it couldn’t even pet...
One day, the parents of the child realized that the beast wasn’t being cared for, so they set to work...
The now very large Sea Dragon lets out a pained roar as it struggles to forget what it h
Rai stands in his stall, puffing agitatedly.
No one had been to see the handsome black Draco Equus sense last night.
Suddenly, the door to the stables opens, revealing a heavy storm billowing outside as two people step in.
One that Rai is very familiar with, and a total stranger.
Rai huffs and runs his horns into the stall doors as the people come closer.
“He’s very particular, and usually aggressive, even with me, and I raised the bugger...”
The new man locks eyes with Rai before speaking.
“Then he’ll fit right in. Should I bring the trailer right up to the door to grab him, or do you have a plan?”
A strongly built Green Drake Stallion puffs around a small farm’s land, terrorizing the animals and workers.
He’s outright attacked most people who come out into the pastures, and run off any animals that try to encroach on his prime grazing spot.
Soon, the people of the farm get tired of the beast and send three of their best farm hands to lasso him and break his spirits.
That goes about as well as you’d assume. Three young men and women trying to lasso a beast three feet taller than them, four times as strong as them, and ten times as mean as them.
The farm hands trudge back to the main farm house with various wounds. On
A brown dragon stallion paces in his cart, the loud sounds and smells of the circus tease the beast.
He is but a simple act for people to gawk at for fifteen minutes, then it’s back to the cage for children to be held back from getting too close.
The beast’s tail sways lazily as he tries to clear his mind of the name that that fat old ring master shouts every time it’s show time.
“Give a round of applause for the wild dragon horse himself, Thrasher!”
Thrasher, despite his name and well built, borderline scare appearance, with his sharp horns, dark wings, and wild mane and beard of hair, is actually very sweet a
Rocket bumps around in his stall at the Rescue Haven, uncomfortable in the tight space, and freaking out because he can hear dogs and other horses around.
One day, Rocket bites three caretakers, and the people of the Haven decide that they can’t do much more with him, so the devise a little competition.
“If you can successfully calm Rocket down, and get a bridle on him, he’s yours to take.”
People from all around the small state hear of the competition and head over to try their best.
A month passes and no one has gotten anything better than a bite or broken arm out of Rocket.
On one particularly hot summer day, a m