Trunk Full of Rings - Dragoness Epilogue"Ok, come on, you can do this. Right, legs bent, wings out, tail straight. Ok, and… GO!"
I jump, launching myself into the air with my powerful legs as I flap my wings, reaching a good 8 foot in the initial push. I don't stop there though, flapping again at the top of my ascent and rising another 5 feet, before repeating the procedure, gaining more height as I steadily distance myself from the ground. Lucky for me no one is around to see me at night, otherwise I'd be in big trouble, those teens from Halloween are still spying on my house, hoping to see the Eastern dragon again, but tonight they seem to have gone, probably off to some bonfire and fireworks event elsewhere.
"I'm doing it! I've finally managed it! Woo, Yeah!" I fist pump the air for emphasis as I slow my ascent and hover in the sky as fireworks go off in the distance. My cheering is short lived however; as I begin to very slowly veer toward the right. I quickly counteract this with my tail, but accidently overdo it, sendi
A spa of the extraordinary“Alright, sir. Just relax your stiff muscles and close your eyes.”
Doran sighed, still irritated from… well, from everything. Things hadn’t really been going his way for the past few weeks and eventually his bad temper began to stock up inside him and at some point the grumpiness just didn’t go away any more.
“Relax those shoulders. Yes, like that. Just let loose all that frustration.”
Somehow the last few weeks, maybe months even, had been bleak and miserable. Maybe it was the ever-present lack of warmth and colour. Winter was on the doorstep, most trees had lost all of their leaves and a cold wind haunted the streets outside. And of course it would rain mostly too. There would probably be no snow anytime soon, except for the few grayish brown splotches that would grace the streets with their ugliness. Lovely.
If that weren’t unpleasing enough, Doran’s job seemed to become more exhausting every day. Loads of work was piling up, tur
The Dark Ages(dragon tf)Long, long ago in a cold land known as Thermon in the capital city by the name of Chapelshire there happened magical things. Not every human soul knew that it was magic, but everyone knew that some things existed which couldn't be explained. Magical creatures, objects and more. Some were helpful, some weren't, a few were made of pure evil to hurt and destroy.
Where our story begins it was a chilly day. Winter had come. The land was covered in a soft, white gloss and the air felt like spikes in your lungs, but it felt refreshing. Some people were quickly pacing around the market, glaring at the goodies to buy, before the folk woke up. It was still early and the sun was about to rise. Now in this crowd of a few people there was one boy. He was an ordinary person like anyone else, no magic ran through his veins. His name was Merek, he was the son of Tybalt, a farmer.
Tybalt had sent him out into town. Not to buy of course, they made their own bread and they got water from the river that c
Dragon VeinedA spear slipped from the redhead’s fingers, its fall to the bloodstained grass somehow echoing in her ears.
For the first time since she could remember, she saw herself as a girl; not a woman. Her soldiers were dying under her command like lambs to the slaughter, and there was nothing she could do; nothing she could think to do.
“Brother…” She muttered, eyes half-glazed as she watched that damnable dragon tear his way through Hoshidan men and women like they were tissue paper. “Why?”
Her name was Hinoka, and she had been betrayed. Just after she’d rescued her brother, Corrin, from the kingdom that had kidnapped him; he’d defected to their side. It was the greatest insult a royal like her could fathom, made all the worse by the fact that he was an infuriatingly good tactician.
She’d spent her whole life studying to protect him, and all of her strength was useless in the face of his own strength. He had the power to become a dragon; t
Weredragon's WrathThey say that when you get bitten by a weredragon, you become a weredragon. At first, I didn't accept the gift, but eventually, I had gotten used to the transformations by now.
Take last week for one, I was visiting a friend who lived in the other side of the city. I was walking home from his house, when suddenly, I was grabbed and thrown on the hard ground.
When I turned around, three muscular thugs surrounded me and they had guns pointing at my chest. The biggest one grabbed the front of my shirt and pointed a gun in my face. He told me, "Okay, punk! If you value your life, you'll give up the money nice like, see?"
Now, I was scared for my life because I had a gun pointed at my face, but then....I saw the clouds parting. Also I saw the full moon rising and gave an evil smile. The first thug looked at me and said, "Hey, why ya smilin'? Ya got a death wish, pally?"
I chuckled and then laughed manically making the thugs scared half to death thinking that I'm a psychopath. The thug let m
The Lament of A WeredragonThe light of the moon; what is it about this heavenly body that draws us to its beauty? Is it the surface? Or how pale the light shines so gallantly like a beautifully polished pearl?
To all, the moon is the most lovely sight the nighttime has to offer, but to me, it's a curse. Whenever I see it, pain grips my body like a vice and I'm paralyzed in place unable to escape its fate.
I looked at my calendar in panic to see if tonight was the night of the full moon, and sure enough, I approached the window to see that a large black cloud enveloped the orb making sure that my it never happens.
Unfortunately, my joy is short lived as I feel a sharp, burning pain inside my body like someone was pouring hot acid into my bloodstream. The cloud dissapated letting the light of the moon pour into my window triggering the curse. I fell onto my knees holding my stomach screaming bloody murder as the cramps got from bad to worse.
I slowly got up, but when I looked at my hands, my heart skipped a beat;
DragonfruitOne beautiful day,in July,a young woman,named Danielle,decided to go shopping at an Oriental Market to look for a special kind of fruit called Dragonfruit.Her penpal from Asia said that she should look for it somewhere and write him back soon.Danielle looked around for the dragonfruit and when she couldn't find where they sold it,she was about to give up and go home.But then,Danielle saw an old woman with an abundance of ripe,juicy dragonfruit.She approached the old woman and asked how much would one dragonfruit cost and the old woman told Danielle that it cost $1.00 for one.Luckily,Danielle had a dollar and gave it to the woman then she received the fruit and proceeded to walk home,happy that she would taste her first dragonfruit.
Danielle finally got home and went into her kitchen to grab a plate and a knife.She put the fruit on the plate,then grabbed the knife and cut it in half.The inside was white with black seeds inside which differed from the magenta color of the skin,but Daniel
The Special TattooOn a warm, Monday afternoon, a young woman named Marilyn Brownstone was heading towards the tattoo shop. Marilyn or Mary as people called her,always wore her auburn hair down to her back. Her skin was light caucasian color mixed in with light brown.
Mary's eyes were olive green and she always wore her fave sunglasses whenever it was extremely bright outside. Mary found the tattoo shop then opened the door and went inside where it was very cool with AC inside.
She approached the front of the store and rung a little bell to get the employees' attention, and no sooner had she done that, a huge bald guy with a thick, black handlebar mustache, a snake tattooed on his scalp and brown intimidating eyes looked at Mary.
Mary gulped silently as the man looked her and asked in a gruff voice, "What ya want, lady?" Mary looked at the man and told him, in a small voice, "I-I want to.....g-get a tattoo here. M-My friend r-recommended this place b-because you....give the.....best tattoos here...in tow
The Mark Of The WeredragonThomas was your ordinary, everyday average guy; he had a loving wife, a wonderful job that paid, and he loved life.
He was lean, but almost muscular, had black hair, greyish-blue eyes, and caucasian skin. Unfortunately, Thomas had a secret that he'd never even told his wife; he was cursed with the mark of the Dragon.
A very long time ago, one of Thomas' ancestors, named Zachariah, had fallen in love with a beautiful gypsy woman named Emerald Rose. Ever since then, he had an affair with her lasting for over the span of a whole year.
One year later, she told Zachariah that she was pregnant with his child and wished to marry her so the baby could have a father. Unfortunately, he told her that it was over and he didn't want anything to do with the gypsy woman or her unborn child.
Well she got extremely angry and placed a curse on Zachariah's exclaiming, "Zachariah, I place this curse on your head! On a full moon, the seventh child of your accursed bloodline shall possess the Mark of the Dr
The Mate Of The WeredragonIt was another lonely Saturday night, and I was spending it alone as always. One Friday afternoon, I was on my laptop looking through different sites, when I stumbled onto an unfamiliar website called CyberCupid.com which offers hope to lonely singles like myself.
I took a chance and browsed through it looking at the different women until I saw one that took my breath away! Her hair was so beautiful; it was of a golden yellow color, she had creamy colored skin, beautiful red lips, and beautiful hazel eyes. It was like destiny had picked her out especially for me.
I clicked on her profile and we talked for awhile about different tastes in music, food, what type of animals we liked, all that jazz. Then she wrote that we should go out on a date this Saturday night at 8 p.m. and I wholeheartedly agreed! After logging off, something hit me; I remembered that I was actually a weredragon!I was not looking forward to tomorrow night.
Saturday night came quickly as I put on my best tuxedo and dr
Man-Away - TG"Um, excuse me, but do you know the way to-"
"Oh, no, a stalker!" Jane placed her hands against her face in mock dismay, squeezing her cheeks tightly while the camera woman closed in. "Do you know what we do with stalkers?"
"What? No, my name's John, and I just wanted to know if you knew the way to-"
"That's right!" interrupted Jane, shooting him a dirty look. Carefully drawing out a silver can, she held it in front of the camera, making sure her hands didn't cover up the label. "We use man-away! The perfect thing to save the day! When stalkers come out - but not to play - just hit them hard with man-away!"
"I just-" The hasty stream of words cut off as she pressed the top, the thick cloud settle across his skin as he inhaled a choking gasp of it. "Notice how the effects take place quickly and surely when you use man-away?" she demanded, gesturing as the man's body collapsed to the floor.
"Wat- water," he choked out, ignored as Jane stepped forward to hide his face from the camera. She
Vim and Vigor (A Worm x Bioshock Fanfic)Vim & Vigor
(A Worm / Bioshock Fanfic)
Outline: Taylor triggered as a Chemical Tinker with the ability to make Vigors and Plasmids from Bioshock. Armed with the ability to give others powers, why is Greg her first choice?
Warehouse – Docks, Early April, 9:24 PM.
I couldn't believe I was finally doing this, out in full costume and everything. It was about time. I did the training and knew how my powers worked.
My first night out and I already found my targets. I was on a rooftop, hidden behind a broken neon sign on the top of an old building across from a pair of warehouses. There were the Merchants, loading up white vans that looked like they had been beaten by bats and ran through the mud.
'Are you ready?' came through the radio attached to my ear, beneath the full face mask.
I adjusted the mask to make sure it was on straight. "Yeah, Ta—"
'We've been over this,' she cut-in. 'Don't use my name while you'
The Exiled DragonJura The Exile trudged solemnly through the thick and eerie forest canopy. A heavy murk blanketed the land, but the dragoness' eyes remained keen to the slightest hint of danger. For within these gloomy and expansive woods stirred creatures far worse and more horrifying then your typical wolf pack. This was the Alder, the edge of the world, and the very hunting grounds of the gods themselves. Despite the danger, fear did not manifest within Jura, nor courage, or honor; rather anger and bitter sorrow. She had crossed the known world and journeyed deep into this forgotten and forsaken wood in search of the sweet release of death.
She would rear up in defiance against any manner of beast that flew, burrowed, or stalked these lands, and would fight with such malice and savagery that the forest itself seemed to quiver within her presence. For a full fortnight, Jura had expelled her rage upon the monsters of the Alder. Even now her scales, once a magnificent shade of ivory, was grimy and mat
The Sword In The Stone
Jason was a young urban treasure hunter who loved traveling around from towns to cities looking for the most valuable treasure he could find. His searches had earned him the title "Treasure Finder" due to all his success. The item he was searching for this time was an ancient sword dubbed "The Changeling Blade". Its said to hold great power to anyone who would dare brave to find it. Jason's search had led him into a small remote village deep within a rain forest.
"Hmmmm, my travels may be about to pay off." Jason said arriving in the village with his driver and guide Danny.
"I hope your right sir." Danny said parking the car looking around seeing some of the villagers staring at them. "What an odd village. I hope these locals are friendly." He said worryingly.
"Oh calm down Danny its fine. I know who I'm looking for." Jason said jumping up out of the jeep they arrived in, dusting himself off. "Now." He began walking up to a local. "Do you know where I can find the merchant of this vill