Prestige, Jobs, and Classes

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 ...

Gabriel’s hidden Spring had never felt so full before. The Spring was tucked deep within the forest, hidden behind curtains of hanging vines and heavy green leaves. Water spilled gently over smooth dark stones, feeding wide blue pools that shimmered beneath the shade. A small wooden house sat near the water’s edge, half-swallowed by ivy and moss, with its little porch facing the falls. It was quiet, secret, and safe. ...

Muriel had been warned that hatchlings were difficult. He had been warned they were needy, sensitive, loud, messy, picky, stubborn, and somehow both fragile and determined to injure themselves in ways no sensible creature would ever attempt. He had listened. He had prepared. He had cleaned the nesting room three times before the eggs ever cracked. He had lined the floor with layered hides, checked every corner for spl...

The tide rolled lazily above the reef, silver sunlight bending through the water in wavering ribbons. Dingo moved beneath it with practiced silence, her paws brushing over coral-smoothed stone as she stalked through the shallows alone. The sea always seemed to sound louder when no one else was around. Clicks from distant crustaceans echoed through the reef, mingling with the sound of shifting current. Dingo liked those sounds. They reminded her that the ocean wa...

Javar stood in the middle of the unfinished hatchery with his arms crossed tightly over his chest while light drifted through the rafters above him. The building had once been an enormous storage barn on the edge of his property. Now the old structure had been stripped down to stone foundations and rebuilt into something far more useful. For dragons, specifically the breeders. The cheetah bestia slowly walked across the smooth floorboards, sharp claws clicking s...

Gabriel sat on a flat stone overlooking the valley while thunder rolled somewhere far above the clouds. Across the clearing, Licore crashed headfirst into another failed attempt at courtship. The medium  purple and black dragon landed crookedly in the mud after trying to perform what he had confidently described as “an impressive aerial spin.” Instead, he had clipped a pine tree with one wing. The tree won and Licore’s dignity shattered a bit more. Gabrie...

Muriel realized something had gone terribly wrong when the screaming started in the western stable. Not frightened screaming, excited screaming. The male incubus dropped the grooming brushes he had been organizing and sprinted across the polished stone aisle of the stable. His black wings snapped open behind him as another loud crash echoed through the building. “Oh no.” He rounded the corner and stopped dead. Fea...

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...

The shadows were unusually still this evening, which was Aether’s first clue that something was amiss. Usually the Nightmare would be lumbering about somewhere, doing whatever pleased him most at the moment, and Phantom would be nearby at the very least. The clouds of night sky that clung to both of them had faded into white noise for her these days, but as she finished sorting her herbs, it occurred to her that she hadn’t recalled seeing a hint of either in th...

Meeth narrowed her eyes as the one of the townsfolk continued to tell her of the dragon that had been wounded and talk was to capture it… a riderless, fierce beast that had alighted nearby and yet while it hadn't done anything to the town, it hadn't been friendly either.. And so some of the younger folk had decided that it had to be dealt with… to which the dragon had retaliated,  inflicting wounds and burns and avoiding the 'capture' that had been talked about. "It's a mess, I'm sure i...

Keshet was being difficult. It wasn’t surprising; Keshet loved being difficult even on her good days, but she had requested time away from Threvilla and the other dragons, had asked for help, and now avoided Jack to chase after the myriad of orange butterflies that crowded the rocky field and coniferous trees at the base of the volcano. Jack’s patience had worn thin ages ago, but there was only so much they could do to control a dragon of Keshet’s size and with her determination ...

Phantom hummed one of his eerie melodies as he lazily drifted through the air before Aether. It wasn’t true humming. It wasn’t  audible to anyone but her, a strange echoing scratching song that reverberated through her mind, but he seemed to enjoy it. It had been incredibly unnerving to Aether the first time, along with nearly everything else about this creature, but she’d grown inured to it. It was almost comfortin...