Two Friends
Most avian species rarely had kin with the ability to fly - hawks and various species of eagles being exceptions.
Dark Destiny - Chapter 3
We were greeted by krolan, who was a dragon kin, which would explain how he can handle this heat. my father and krolan gave each other a hug and exchanged pleasantry's while i was looking around the forge.
Dragons War: Chapter 2
**_chapter 2_** the ambush the youngish dragon kin took step out of the large chamber ruins, looking into the sun that hung bright in the sky above.
Hunted Hunter Short Story
She had a mission to accomplish and she could afford no setbacks, but unless her kin were keeping watch, then no one would see her ebony skin or moonlit hair tracing betwixt the woods.
Tales of Shadowheart chapter 4
She had a rather gentle look to her, which was uncommon among the dragon kin. she approached the smith with a smile. "hello, leinheart," she greeted. "jade," he answered.
Contact - Part 1
The familiar taste and scent of kin in it. "let's see how far you can go, liraeti."
Faolan (Remastered)
Protecting it for their next of kin. both were lonely animals whose species had been dwindled over time, their previous packs long since disappeared from the world. however, none of that mattered to either of them after mating season came.
Shoulder To Cry On
Root, echoed by the words of a hopeful lullaby dropping from the tiger's lips, "there will come a day when age is no more, when the hare won't run, the tiger won't roar; the outside will match the beauty within and each creature may call the other one kin
Draconic Beginnings (01)
She speaks, growl still apparent "my kin's blood is shed where i swore it never would. iramkae, rise and speak why your newly hatched brother's blood stains your teeth and feet."
Magnus Chronicles: Ancients Awakening: Prologue
Knuvos, take the ceremonial paint in your jars, and paint your brother's portrait as so to preserve his likeness with the rest of our ancient kin." knuvos stood up, opened the clay jars and began painting his brother's portrait on bare stone.
The Wastes- Chapter 6: New Problems, Old Friends
"the res' o' the group is on approach, out fer slaves ye kin. they should be upon the village now, matter o' fact." "is it the mechanics?"
Death's Blood Ch. Four: Paving The Way
I look into his pale-green eyes and caress the feathers of his crown, telling him lowly, "glad yeh kin survive this hellhole. although, every day must mean a feast fer you." i pull out a roll that i have ripped open, from my coat's side pocket.