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It was a normal thing, finding Eden wandering around where he shouldn’t be, which was basically anywhere that wasn’t his home in the eyes of his dragon, Azazel. Eden was sick majority of the time so it was Azazel and Eden’s other dragon’s responsibility to make sure he stays safe, even if they can’t force him to stay inside and in bed. So here Azazel found himself with his rider, somewhere in the middle of the mountains, in the middle of nowhere Azazel...

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...

She was magnificent, perhaps not as magnificent as his soon to be giant wife, Gremlin, even though she didn’t know that she was going to be his wife, but Reirsyphys was a beauty nonetheless. Her green mane was lovely, her wings big and powerful, her spiked tail as deadly as her curled horns and her sharp claws and long fangs. Not to mention she was an earth dragon like him which meant she was STRONG and he liked strong. Although it was apparent to everyone but...

She was interested, far more interested in this male than the previous earth male that had tried to woo her. He was big, strong, powerful, with giant sharp fangs and muscular hands that ended in deadly points. Now this…this was a worthy opponent. His feathered scales were a dusty grey, with swirling yellow marks racing up his legs like golden veins. He had a feathered crest and magnificent celestial running from the back of his head, all the way down to the ti...

The quiet hum of machinery was a near-constant in the lab, a murmuring backdrop to the life-sounds of dragons, familiars, and rider as they went about their daily business. Harsh darkness often camped along the shelves of samples and experiments, cast by blocking the artificial lights overhead which cut through the air with all the subtlety of a knife. Their absence, too, was just as noticeable, bathing the laboratory in deep and unforgiving shadows, often broken by monitors and displa...

A statuesque figure stood in the Grimshaw mansion, ebony and ivory-feathered, crowned and dusted under her wings with a dusty orange and striped with black and blood red. A velvet hood covered her eyes, and yet Iris saw. Iris saw more than the mansion, standing proud in Shar. She saw beyond the greenhouse and its luscious gardens, beyond the stables, the trophy room, every grisly reminder her rider kept, victory over those who had wronged him. Iris saw into each and every...

Quake waited. With almost a serene patience, Quake waited. Buried in the permafrost, cold searing the metal on her snout, burrowing its fingers slowly but surely between the gaps of her velvet scales, Quake breathed in the scent of earth and clay. She lay in the tunnel she’d dug deep under the ground, cradled in the darkness, almost utterly still. The only movement was the slow sweep of her twin tails behind her, a quiet but bracing scrape as her clubs traced over rocks...

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...

Nightfall, in a deserted park. “This is a lot less spooky than I’d expected when you told me we were going to a cemetery,” Flash commented, looking up at the full moon in the sky. It cast long shadows across the grass, turned deep grey from the cold light seeping through the clouds. As an Earth rider primarily, Flash probably had a really skewed idea of what ‘spooky’ entailed- and by that, Nova meant that he probably would think a walking skeleton staring him in the eye was �...

There was no land in sight, and there hadn't been for several hours ever since Meiron and Kovaithe had entered the watery Chronoscape portal; this particular entrance and subsequent space was notorious for messing with navigation and many a traveler had become lost in its depts, or injured across the many earther spires with jutted from waters.... impossible to scale. Had this area not been such an expanse of water and spears of earth, Meiron may of been tempted to bring Merc, but the hatchli...

Anyone with a romantic souls would of thought two bonded riders meeting beneath the starlit sky would make their hearts flutter…. Not that this session raised by the pair was in any way romantic… or It wasn't meant to be. Meeth glared across at her partner as he moved the dagger between his claws, on her shoulder, young Mercy watched keen to learn as much as he could, his long antennae weaving. "Are you sure you know how to use that?" The enurian asked, arms crossed. Thi...

The depths of the forest pressed close to Meeth as she travelled along a pathway, had she not been following it for while, she may of lost her way. Behind her a small dragon darted along, its long ringed tail weeping... and crashing into the overgrowth that guarded the path. At her look, Rathiel chirped sweetly, innocent eyes looking up at her as he used his wings to help balance himself.. his beak curved into a grin. Suddenly his attention shifted and he hissed, fur and feathers standing on ...

The shadows lay thick and heavy across the Grimshaw estate. The sun was high in the sky, beaming its warmth and gentle rays down through the sparse cloud cover, but the dark horizon still loomed like a dark smudge across the canvus of morning. Sometime later in the day, this spelled out a storm for the residents of Timberframe. But the true storm was already upon them.    Residents of all kinds scurried between its picturesque streets and porches, the hubub different...

Glimmering runes flickered around the young Singularity. This was not unusual. The little dragon had been born blessed by the element of Thunder. The runes were myriad, and many in languages unfamiliar to this region of the Chronoscape— but some were math. Calculations, plotting how precisely to enact their sliver of chaos.  Aether hardly noticed. The two-toned wyrmling’s dual minds made it difficult to pick up on any thoughts they didn’t want exposed. While she hummed a song fr...

She had a goal and it was very VERY important to her, it was the primary reason that she had decided to become a trainer. She had gotten into a fight when she was a little younger, a fight she had lost and then the other rider had taunted her for losing and that had lit a fire in her. When she threw the “first punch” it was behind the others back, a cowardly move perhaps but even then she had known the distance between her and that rider’s skill but the ot...