Events and Story

He hated this. The smell was unbearable.The giant dragon crouched atop a canyon ridge, nostrils flaring as the evening wind carried the spicy sweetness through the desert. Below him stretched a forest of wild-grown cinnamon trees, twisted and red-barked, their branches swaying peacefully in the heat. His black scales rattled as he growled...

The little blue dragon dug her claws into the snow and leaned forward with all the strength she could gather. The leather harness creaked against her narrow chest as the sleigh behind her shifted barely an inch before settling stubbornly back into the drift. Her breath came out in shaky clouds. She tried again anyway. The bird-like dragon’s feathers bristled against the winter wind, dark blue plumage dusted white wi...

Boney Jones walked quietly through the forest, her floating lantern bobbing beside her like a patient firefly. The woods were dark enough to swallow the path whole, but the lantern’s warm gold light spilled across the ground in soft circles, revealing roots, stones, and patches of damp moss before her hooves reached them. The young dragon moved with an odd but graceful rhythm. Her four hooved legs carried her steadily through the undergrowth while the extr...

The winter morning was cold enough to turn every breath into pale clouds drifting through the air. Snow covered the fields in thick uneven layers, stretching across the farmland like a white blanket beneath the gray sky. Fence posts barely poked through the drifts, and the narrow roads between the fields had almost disappeared entirely overnight. Honeycomb snorted softly as she stamped one heavy foot into the snow. The bulky female dragoness stood harnessed to a...

Rain hammered steadily against the tall cabin windows while cold wind rattled the roof overhead. Outside, the world had dissolved into gray fog and whipping branches, the storm swallowing the distant cliffs entirely. Every so often thunder rolled across the canyon hard enough to make the wooden walls creak. Inside, however, the cabin was warm, comfortable, filled with such calmness that it could perhaps lull anyone inside into sleep. A kettle hissed softly above...

The fishing cabin was quiet except for the steady crackle of the wood stove and the soft tapping of rain against the windows. The air smelled faintly of pine, old cedar boards, and the lake drifting in through tiny gaps in the walls.Curled comfortably in the middle of the room sat Gimble. The long male dragon had wrapped most of his body into a loose coil near the fire, his pale scales glowing warmly in the orange lig...

Deep within the humid jungle, hidden beneath curtains of hanging vines and towering trees, an ancient stone temple rested quietly beside dark pools of water. Moss covered the cracked steps, roots curled through broken walls, and warm rain drifted softly through gaps in the canopy overhead. Upon the highest platform of the temple rested Amoxtli. The long female dragon lay cu...

Soel stood calmly in the center of the stone street, sunlight warming the vivid red and orange scales along his neck and chest. The bustle of the town carried on around him—distant conversations, creaking wagon wheels, footsteps against cobblestone—but the male dragon barely seemed to notice any of it. His attention rested entirely on the empty patch of ground before him. The thick green grass draped across his back shifted softly as he lowered his head and ...

The little dragon perched proudly on her hind legs, chest puffed out while thin trails of smoke curled from her nostrils. Her bright teal scales contrasted sharply against the deep red plating along her neck, limbs, and face, making her look almost too colorful to be real. Small spines lined her back and tail in neat rows, and the orange striping along her tail curved elegantly all the way to the tip. Most noticeable of all were her eyes. They gleamed with const...

Warm evening light poured through the small caravan window, painting the curved wooden ceiling in shades of gold and amber. The little room smelled faintly of cedar, dried flowers, and old blankets warmed by the afternoon sun. Outside, pine trees swayed gently in the breeze, but inside the cabin everything felt cozy and still. Aiko adored it here, it was home. The small dra...

The mesa rose from the desert like the broken remains of some ancient giant, its steep sandstone walls glowing deep red beneath the afternoon sun. Layers of rock stacked upon one another in bands of rust and orange, each line marking centuries carved slowly by wind and rain. From a distance, the flat summit looked calm and almost smooth, but closer inspection revealed jagged cliffs, cracked ledges, and narrow paths worn into the stone by time, lots of time. ...

She didn’t know why she was here or perhaps more specifically why she was here with her. She glanced scathingly at the dragon somewhat beside him. She made sure to stay quite a few feet away from her, just to be safe. After all his artificial parts were wood and she was a beast made of fire itself, with a nasty tendency to intentionally set things on fire. She was pretty sure ...

She was pretty, absolutely marvelous, at least to one dragon she knew, a wondrous mix of pastels and white with a poofy tufted tail and rather small horns. She was small compared to most of the dragons she lived with or near, she was in fact the second smallest, the only dragon smaller than her was Toni and her boyfriend Nox but her rider didn’t own Nox, so did he really count? He wasn’t with her today but that was okay, she would find him, after all she had...

They were a mischievous pair, one definitely more so than the other. The smaller of the two was the primary troublemaker, his small size allowing him to mostly get away with it. After all, how could you look at the sweet face and decide to stay mad? Only a monster, that’s who would stay mad at Angel. And he most definitely used that to his advantage. Even now he was about to get into something that would get him in trouble anywhere else but he knew he could ge...

She was a happy dragon, perhaps overly so sometimes, one full of energy and excitement at almost every little thing. She was a purple dragon, with a splash of white down her body and big magnificent butterfly wings that seemed to match her perfectly. She was indeed a sight to behold and today she had been given a mission, an important mission indeed. She was to deliver a few letters she had been entrusted with and she was determined to at least try her best. The...

The size difference between these two dragons was astronomical, uncomfortably really and the fact they had kids was even more so. He was a powerful dragon, all muscle and some brains, but muscle forward one might say. He was a creature of great proportions, quiet and deadly. He defended his territory with utmost importance, often against his own foolish children but alas, he sorta loved his children but not as much as their mother. Gosh he adored her, more than ...

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...