A Broken Rose
A broken rose One paw in front of the other, pink skinned fingertips pressing lightly onto the sand and dirt and fallen twigs. My nose a mere inch off the ground so that those thin lines of whiskers could swish forward, swish back, and swish forward...
Planitary CH5: Random encounters. Every story has to have them.
Chapter 5 Random encounters. Every story has to have them. He didn't sleep at all last night, but it's not like he ever does. Timmy stayed in Roda's room, snuggled up in that giant, unseen mass of fluffiness she called bedding. She'd fallen...
Gesshru Chapter 5
\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Chapter 5 My name is Freya Savitri, and I am not a soldier. Soldiers. This was the place where Gashn soldiers worked. Soldato in Italian, jagunjagun in Yoruba, vojnik in Bosnian, soldat in Catalan, sundalo in Cebuano, No matter...
Gesshru Chapter 6
\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Chapter 6 My name is Freya Savitri, and I never much enjoyed long hikes through the desert. I can't recall if anyone ever said walking was good for the soul. Caminar in Spanish, tafiya in Hausa, prochazka in Czech, eci in...
Attack The Weak Point (Chapter 1)
Looking forward to this day made my father so happy, and yet so concerned. I rather wish I knew why. It wasn't all that common for the sole magic protector to pass on his talents to the next generation of dragons, but why would it sadden him? "How...
Gesshru Chapter 3
\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Chapter 3 My name is Freya Savitri, and I have just awoken from a dreamless sleep. Sleep in english. Dormir in Spanish. Yuzu in Azerbaijani. Neend in Hindi. Spat in Russian. Somnum in Latin. Sen in Polish. Usingizi in Swahili....
Attack The Weak Point (Chapter 2)
Attack the weak point Chapter 2 Well, here goes nothing. Whenever I imagined taking up the mantle of 'protector of all dragons' I had always sort of assumed it meant I'd get to stay home and guard things. Cast healing spells on sick people I peruse...
Among the Desert sands
Just a matter of waiting, I repeated to myself. The harsh sands blowing strong and steady against my striped fur. It was a mantra I had say often, the only way to keep myself centered. Patience before the reward. The bright sun beat down from above,...
Holly and Arbon Apple Fight Story
Nibblenibblenibble. The quiet munching of a mouse, tucked away in some secluded field. The crunch of flesh between my jaws and that juicy dribble down my lips. It was an apple of course, fresh, young, still sweet and ripe even after that bruise from...
On Feathered Wings
The trees, they were everywhere! Flowers blooming down below me and the scents of fresh grass welled up from the ground. There were dazzling colors of green and brown and yellow and red, the colors of earth and life that I spawned from. Up above was...