Events and Story

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...

Abyssal cruised in the pitch black, the ocean a soothing, peaceful presence that flowed over him; dark, cool... home... and easily where he could stretch to his full length. He opened his jaw in a yawn as schools of fish swam by him, small glowing... yet as much at home in the abyss as he was, for now he ignored them, not hungry. He felt a disturbance, something almost large as he in the these dark depths, it got closer... and it was a presence he recognized, for she'd been his companion duri...

Mink stared down at the hoard, he'd unearthed as he showcased his storm magic to the travelers around, the blizzard raging for days which was what he had intended… but afterwards … afterwards he'd found treasure. The freezing winds had torn at the rocks pillars, scattering them to the winds and shattering the landscape until only white remained... and glint of yellow. He'd stood amidst the blizzard as it faded, revealing his mighty mane, jagged cracked ice, and the blizzard that still tra...

Hydrangea swam through the gentle ocean waters, her pink form hidden despite its colors due to the sun shimmering over her and the ocean, and had the two she was observing noticed something, they would hopefully assume she was just a large jellyfish…. Truth be told, she was playing cupid. The two dragons she was trailing were almost always together, one white and almost fluffy, the other…. More a wildcats colors…. The female, she'd ...

The single candle flickered in the darkness, and Kilauea held his breath trying to shelter it from any strong winds, for at present, it was his only source of light, the shadows unusually thick, cloyingly close… the other problem, was that he couldn’t fly and was walking haphazardly on his hind legs,,, since his front pair were clasping the candle, his lifeline in the darkness ...

"P-pppleeease,a blessssing.. We can.." A hoof stamped down, the sound echoing of the temple and silence ensured. Above the cowering erre the Horned God looked out onto the small crowd that had gathered. They were a god, and treated as such, and while they did bestow blessings, it was not to anyone and everyone. Their ageless voice echoed, aloof yet regal. "You seek a blessing? A gift from a god? for what, prostrating yourself with no gifts and empty worship?" No one blinked, fear and awe sile...

The unified mind of Singularity stared at the flowers, small to them given their size, but expertly woven together. This bouquet was just one of many that had come their way. At first they'd ignored it, it was After all beneath their notice, and to a degree seemed like a cop out. If they had something to say, why not come to them direct. After that nothing, and Singularity returned to helping Aether in her research…. The bouquet forgotten. It was Sol who noticed the next ones, two different...

Tangerine fluttered through the immense forest, her bright orange with blue highlights a contrast to the trees in which she was searching, pausing at times to hover, checking here and there. Why? Because she was after some mistletoe, the parasite esque plant known for its poisonous white berries, and well.. She was curious if the twigs could be used in other crafts than their normal use. Kissing under mistletoe indeed. Ah, there. She flut...

Demidrew felt the cold trying to wind its fingers under her velvet scales and gave her entire body a shake, shrugging it off. Her tail’s feathers fanned out behind her, and her dark eyes closed, pushing away the sensation before she opened them again and took in the sight before her. The sun was shining through the winter-bare trees, barely a cloud in the sky. Snow hung heavy on the branches, lay like a thick quilt on the world below, enchanting and bright. It was only broken by the ...

Kaiser moved like the winter wind over the tundra. He wove in and out of the morning and evening fog, barely visible except for his skull, wings, and halo. He stood out most when the fog finally faded, outline visible against the more-vibrant sedges and lichens which spread out in bleeding pools of gold and red. His rider had sent him on a simple mission: find a snowy owl. With the lack of snow and the plentiful food, one would have thought it an easy task. But perhaps the plent...

Where Bismuth had found the pinecone was rather irrelevant. As for what he wanted with it? The young dragon had to make his own fun—and he often did: stalking other creatures on land and on the sea bed; adding things to his growing hoard; and fishing when the mood suited him. But sometimes even a person’s most favorite hobbies in the entire world could be boring. So Bismuth had found the pinecone somewhere, and he had dragged it down to the bottom of the ocean. And he...

The mug of cocoa cooling on the counter would not have ordinarily caught Persephone’s eye. Chocolate, by the time it was made into cocoa, was too inorganic. It didn’t taste of the bitter cocoa plant, not the way that herbal teas often recalled their roots with extreme clarity. And one could forget any silly dairy additives like scoops of cream, a pat of butter, or a splash of milk. Such things were not for her! However, there was a conspicuous curl of cinnamon poking out of ...

When the porter said that he had Cinnamon ready for the sleigh rides tonight, this was, perhaps, not what the guests expected. Cinnamon towered over the sleigh—all decked out in cozy blankets and fairy lights. A harness wound around his chest and through the gap between his crest and his dorsal spines, and hefty ropes attached at his sides down to the sleigh. If he chose, at any moment, to break into a dead sprint, the guests would either have to hold on for their lives or be ...

Lanterns danced in the ever-dark of winter at the far, far north. This was the longest night, where the sun began waning as soon as it rose, only a handful of hours before relinquishing again to night. The darkness of the mind was, here, more acute, more damning. All living creatures needed light not just to live but to be well; when starved, many shriveled, and could only bide time ‘til the Solstice came. “I’m here,” a soft voice over the howl of the winter wind, a warm...

It had been Aither’s idea to be helpful. That wasn’t Meelo’s only reason for doing it—Meelo didn’t dislike helping people—but it had been a massive push towards actually doing it rather than wondering if there had been a possible solution and allowing the opportunity to pass her by. Which was to say that Meelo wasn’t opposed, but this hadn’t been Meelo’s idea at all. The harness was modified from a horse’s, tightened to fit her body. Meelo understood the impu...

The café was bustling in the early afternoon, clientèle huddled around intimate tables piled high with delicate, often elaborately-decorated patisserie and porcelain tea sets. The soft murmur of many quiet conversations were underscored by a duo of string players on a raised dais, playing so softly that one could forget that they were there. Hooves clopped on the café floor as Penne followed his rider towards a table set aside for one. A few people took note of him, and he shrank ev...