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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...

- PROVIDENCE TRIAL -  It was dark, the trees around were dense with vines of all sorts, illuminated only by the stars and the moon. Eight figures could be seen, the most obvious was a rather small but bright dragon, beautiful in color and color alone. This dragon was playful and excited, nearly chomping at the bit to complete her task and win her rider’s favor even more! The second dragon was a wyvern, bigger than the bright bug ...

- PROVIDENCE TRIAL - Two thin, serpentine figures wound their way through the foliage and gnarled trunks of the forest they found themselves in. One slightly larger then the other, the female, coloured bright as any macaw in the jungle they trudged through. They had been at it for some time now. They couldn't have just any base of operations for their little scheme. It had to be the perfect place, especially if it were to store all their dreamed of r...

The day had a chill in the air, a frosty bite that would have most, if not all creatures big and small staying holed up in their nice warm dens. Away from the cold and whatever was happening in the small clearing, especially what was happening in the small clearing. The clearing was surrounded with loosely spaced trees which hid the sun with crispy brown leaves, ready to fall at any moment. The sun shone weakly on the more central parts of the clearing, where th...

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...

Aether’s bare feet stepped lightly through the dew-soaked grass. In the starlit night, she was nearly a ghost— near-silent and near-invisible. She made her way towards the hill she’d taken to stargazing from, tracing the familiar path by memory. She needed some time alone to think. “Going somewhere?” The Nightmare’s discordant voice rumbled as his many eyes glimmered to life from the shadows in the forest.  She rolled her eyes. A few months ago, she’d have jumped ...

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...

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...