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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...

Meeth breathed in slowly, the cool breeze playing through her hair as she looked out over the ruined keep and its beach, covered with clams that appeared as the waters shifted, the starlit sky enshrouding the area in a soft darkness, comforting.. welcoming..... A sound had her turning to the dragon next to her, the fires that flickered at the tips of her extremities lighting the area. "Suzaku?" Meeth asked, for the dragon next to her wasn't one of her own, but belonged to her...

The floating island drifted low over the sea, its underside trailing pale roots into open air where the ocean shimmered far below. Above, a wide rain pool had formed naturally in a smooth stone basin, catching cloudwater and wind alike. Small flowers grew in uneven clusters around the pool’s edge, bending and straightening with each gust. Birds circled the drifting landmass, occasionally dipping low before veering away again, as if unsure whether the island wa...

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...

“Suhi.” A quiet, disagreeing noise; a smaller body burying into a larger one, eyes squeezed closed, shutting out the world. Affection bleeding into Ruin’s voice, sing-songing her name in a low croon, “Suuuuhi, it’s practically noon.” Ruin bent his body—never enough to actually disturb Sihu—and gently placed his muzzle against her back, making a nibbling motion that rocked her entire body. In the end, it was his metal faceplate that got her to sit up...

Waves crashed at the edges of the rocky shore. The night was brisk, biting, beaten back by the towering bonfire on the beach. The wood crackled and popped, smoke rising into the crystal-clear night. The wood they were burning smelled strangely sweet, a smell that only intensified with each pop and hiss as the fire cracked the wood open further, exposing damp pockets to be licked clean by the flames. Meena was some distance away, a beacon in her own right, gleaming like a star. Orange a...

Feet pounded down narrow streets, a soft cackle echoing off steep alley walls washed with distant neon signs. The sound of cloth flapping in the wind followed chased the eager dragon until she jumped, unleashing her artificial wings, golden in comparison to the other dark and drab colors of her, carrying her up and away from the city, precious cargo clutched close to her chest. Daphnis landed well past the city limits, orange, slitted eyes mirthfully curved as she examined her ill-gott...

Lights smeared the dark canvas of the night sky. At first, they’d been solitary flares, but now there was a steady shower, like a far-off distant rain of fire high above the sparse clouds. Bright, gleaming trails of light that soon dissipated into nothingness. Orm watched, steady, implacable. His fins and tail moved, pushing him through the still water of the lake. His wings hovered above the surface of the water, the magnetic force within them aching to rise towards the meteorites....

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...

Despite her heritage as a dark dragon, dark magic was not really something she'd played about with, no, her focus was on the fire, the blazing fury of flames that burned and destroyed... still... she was in a bit of quandary.. much to the amusement of her rider who's tail twitched. "Well you did charge into the ruin thinking it was clear... so why are you surprised that it is falling apart and trapped you.?" The navy cat, currently in said cat form commented, her companion ...

Rite 1 Athena knew the land was claimed before Mora ever showed herself. The path ahead had narrowed into a dry strip of stone and dust, boxed in by jagged rocks and claw-scored ledges. There were marks everywhere, but they were sloppy. Scratches dug too deep in some places and too shallow in others. Gouges raked across boulders at odd angles. A few...

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...

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...

The day was a drizzling, pathetic thing that all too soon trailed into a night deeper then pitch. The scent of ozone and the thick miasma of dead foliage and water logged mud permeated the air, but nothing could quite outdo the tension looming like a great shadow over the long abandoned town on the edge of an even greater forest.   It was in this very tension that Magnus Othello Grimshaw II, duke of his township and heir to a fortune forged in blood and fear, thrived ...