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She was starting to get the hang of dark magic... well at least the shape-shifing side ... the ghosts and what not ... well... there was no need for them at the moment.. and well some hunting as well.The problem was, she'd asked Meiron for another form to try.... and well.... "A shark? in the ocean?" She hissed, her fires flickering. Yes like many of his dragons they were used to been around water, and did enjoy the hot springs either in the Cenote or at Meeth's fort. But swimming in the ocea...

"So, you want me to shift to something other than a cat to play more with your dark magic... and then take you hunting?" Suzaku nodded as her riders question, ignoring the amusement that was apparent in the navy cats voice, though he was in his bestia shape as opposed to the cat; though both forms were as much him as not. "And in the jungle." Okay maybe she was still a bit miffed about about trapping her wings before in the jungles canopy. "Hmm....

Suzaku snarled as her wings once more tangled on the thick overgrowth as the forest, her prey bounding out of sight for now..... Snapping and lashing she struck out at the vines, thick and entwined and annoying that snagged her mid flight.... below another dragon paused looking up worry on her face. Muttering, she focused on the dark magic, it coming much easier now as her body melted past the vines before reshaping itself into a less form much more suited to the forest, a large an...

On the horizon In’nali Island started to loom, the mountains that adorned the southern side of the island piercing the sky as the small boat sped towards it. While simple and quite small, the boat master had ocean and wind dragons which he used to speed the small vessel, beside it another dragon soared, easily keeping up with it, her m smaller and just as energetic companion diving to and fro. �...

Birdy couldn’t cook for shit. He had four dragons and all four of them preferred home cooked meals rather than yucky raw food. Birdy was pretty sure that his dragons' old dead ancestors would be absolutely ashamed that these dragons would not eat as their ancestors did. Basking in the glory and feeling of hunting down your prey and eating it while it squirmed and squealed in their grasp. Birdy shuddered at the thought, that was kinda gross to think about. Natu...

Nye had spent the better part of the afternoon trying to convince himself that he was not nervous. It wasn't working. The medium-sized dragon stood at the edge of a quiet pool, staring down at his reflection in the water while he shifted his weight between his feet. The faint breeze stirred his mane, lifting a few strands across his face before letting them fall again. Nye ...

Carnage had never been particularly interested in looking impressive for the sake of looking impressive. Most of the things he collected had a purpose, even if that purpose was sometimes simply that he liked them. He liked shiny things, interesting things, things that looked out of place, and especially things that someone else had probably thought were worth keeping. A broken chain, a piece of colored glass, a brass buckle, an old ring, scraps of fabric, little...

Celestia had found one of her favorite places to spend the afternoon, a broad stretch of warm stone beside the water where the sun had heated the surface until it was almost impossible to resist. She had curled herself into a comfortable position, her long body stretched lazily across the rock while her dark wings rested loosely against her sides. Every so often one of her ears twitched at a distant sound, but otherwise she had little reason to move. The warmth ...

Goddess had been arguing with herself for nearly half an hour. That was not particularly unusual for the eight-headed dragon, though the intensity of the argument certainly was. Asa had been attempting to keep everyone calm, her softer voice repeatedly drowned out by the others, while Hina kept trying to agree with whoever seemed most upset at the moment. Eiko had become increasingly skeptical of everyone's reasoning,...

She was allowed to go strawberry hunting... wasn't she? Reene hesitated, a metallic paw raised in the air from where she paused, her tail and wings twitching in her nervousness. Yes...yes she could... eventually after re-assuring herself she started to trod towards the distant greenery, the night sky glittering down down as night had just fallen.... Hopefully there were wild strawberries left, though she knew that they were really popular ... so would likely have to travel some distance. It w...

The forest was peaceful, not quiet for there was constant sounds, the wind through the trees, the rustling of small creatures as they foraged, and if you listened closely the slow breaths of an immense dragon, one who was easily mistaken for a fallen tree, or a boulder, her tail the brightest part of her hidden beneath the foliage that had fallen, autumn had come. Small creatures wove their way across her body and normally she wouldn't move, more than happy to as she was.. Usually... h...

Okay he was curious, and why shouldn't he be... just what did cinnamon taste of, not himself of course and anyone stupid enough to try it would either be stomped on or bitten or impaled on his spikes. No his curiosity was for the thing he was named after... and he'd never actually tried it before. So here he was, carefully laid down to one side of a cart that served cinnamon flavored things, and they catered to dragons... even ones as big as he. And what a range they had, from specially desig...

Part One Darolisa lifted up her scarf, feeling it starting to fall down the bridge of her nose. The winds of the desert were blinding, making her squint through the sandy haze. The winds snagged at her loose clothing, the tail end of her scarf billowing behind her. Her mount was moving slower and slower, fighting through the winds. She gave a pat to his neck.   ...

Still on a bit of an adrenaline rush from saving the Thunder hatchling, and not quite sure if she should have done that, Feye climbed back up to the ledge where Ouroboros was waiting. (Did this big dragon live here permanently? Does she even have a rider?) Opening her mouth to explain to Ouroboros, she instead found herself beaten to it once again when the older dragon spoke first. “You would make a nice Rider,” she said simply. “I have a feeling that some of our dragon eggs may ...

A month into her new life at the flock, Feye was taken by her superior to visit one of their other dragons. By this point she had been quite familiar with the few couriers in the flock, all small-sized dragons that could carry one or two riders at maximum. Through some winding stone stairs that lead into the carved cliffs surrounding the area, she emerged to a large ledge which overlooked an oasis below. There were hatchling dragons scattered all over the area, with a substantial pool for Oce...

Ah, the war. The thing that had taken her mother’s life first, when her family couldn’t afford to heal her due to the rising cost of medicine, and her father’s second, when he was caught in the crossfire during one of his business trips. She didn’t want to fight in the war, and her parents didn’t either, but what else could a seventeen-year-old girl do when her parents are both dead within a year, her brother not yet old enough for proper management of the business that was...

Her companions shrill cry had Suzaku turning to look towards the cavern entrance, her small doppelganger tumbling out, panic in her calls and the impression of been unable to see. Curious, given that between her fire and dark heritage, darkened areas rarely bothered her, her dark magic allowing her to see with ease. Calming her small companion, Suzaku approached the cave, wings folded tight as she tried to peer into its depths.... to no avail. She send one of her ember only for it to cast no ...

Any other time, Suzaku would of enjoyed the night time flight, the glittering stars above her a balm, for flight was something she adored... but not this night. Even as the stars shimmered, the moon lighting her... This night was not about fun... No this night.. this night was about wrath and vengeance. She was growling, a constant sound as the air screamed past her; her focus on the island that she could just see, her flames flickering in response to her emotions. Her companion, her small fr...

Despite the sheer ruin of the robot and the facility it had been built in, the Rebellion had managed to find some documents which pertained to another, more established facility, fully automated and with significantly better production ability than the one Mercy had literally blown up. Further documents and information had shown the first facility had been research and testing, and once plans for the constr...

The open expanse of the testing room spread out before her, the mechanical blips and sounds a backdrop for the fight that had ensured and was ongoing, the arms damaged already from the combined attack of Meeth and Rathiel. Yellow orbs stared back at Meeth, emotionless, and like nothing she’d seen before , even on thunder dragons. Rathiel stepped outwards his tail lashing in warning… meanwhile Mercy snuck along, unseen… for now. This. this was the robot the shear Rebellion had been worri...

The snow was soft today. Not freshly fallen, but settled into a quiet crust, light enough to walk across, but heavy enough to hold the shape of their feet. Meethuran moved first, slow and deliberate. Her breathing caused low clouds that curled from her nose and drifted behind her before vanishing. The forest around them held its silence. Fur trees creaked gently, a calming sound. Somewhere above, a bird called out and was gone again. Rathiel walked behind her, s...

Muriel crossed the garden in the quiet hours of the afternoon, carrying a polished wooden tray filled with supplies. The main mansion stood behind him, elegant and imposing, with dark wooden beams, curved roofs, paper screens, and carefully maintained gardens surrounding it. A short distance from the mansion sat a second building, smaller than the residence but no less beautiful. It had been built specifically as a hatchery, designed to give dragon eggs...

While the fort Meeth and Mercy called home was generally cold, it held nothing to the freezing lands north of the mountains; thick layers of snow covered ice, and the wind was shards against any travelers foolish enough to traverse the winterscape. Which raised the question as to why they would be this far north on a dark and starry night. "Do you see it?" Meeth asked the hatchling, currently fluttering in the winds in front of her, his energy off-setting the cold. Mercy ca...