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The Greatest Gift Pt. 1Liz strode amid the rows of houses, her bright red eyes taking in the beauty of her neighborhood as the winter sun cast its golden rays down amid the eves and smoking chimneys. At length she approached a large two story dwelling that carried the sentimental value attached to the place one called home, dropping a hand into the upper half of her two piece garment (hidden beneath a heavy cloak) to extract a ring of keys. Jingling the metallic teeth-ridden objects the dragon fitted a smaller member of the bunch into a lock just beneath the door's handle, giving it a slight twist to swing the large oaken portal wide.
With a relaxed smile Liz slipped inside, closing the door behind her to shut out the season's sting. Sighing contentedly the obsidian scaled woman made her way towards a large fireplace in the entry room, taking in a deep breath to puff out a single ember amid a stack of dry logs. Almost immediately the room became alive with the warmth of the blaze, the hungry fire licking at
The House on the LakeThe oven door opened, filling the kitchen with the warm and inviting smell of fresh cookies. Braving the heat, Dawn shoved both mitten-guarded hands past the threshold – and was rewarded, minutes later, as she withdrew her morning’s work.
There were well over a dozen cookies total, each meticulously made from scratch and augmented with a happy sprinkle of gooey chocolate chips. Sight and smell coalesced into a sudden and mouthwatering compulsion; and, succumbing to temptation, Dawn gingerly plucked the largest of the specimens from the tray.
She took a moment to admire her work – but only a moment. Then she leaned forward, gently pressing her teeth against the cookie’s edge. She didn’t fully bite down, applying just enough pressure to lightly crack the surface. But her snack was crafty, oozing a taunting layer of chocolate over her tongue – urging her to take it further.
She obliged, finally taking a bite – not out of spite, but out of necessit
(Part 9 of Shadowdale)
"Say aaah," Crystal said playfully, dangling the struggling human above the black dragon's throat. Embyr did as she was asked, her teeth parting to reveal the pink cavern that awaited the boy. He was dropped in, plummeting between the gap in her lips with a yelp to land with a wet plop on the Black Terror's tongue.
A pleased "Mmmmmmmmm," echoed around the human as he found himself shrouded in darkness, the keratin fangs closing behind him to seal his body within the confines of the dragon's maw.
"This must never get old." Sterling muttered, slamming a fist into the dragon's jaw. She giggled, rocking him onto his back with the force of her laughter.
The dragons waited, lying awake for a long while as their friend drifted to sleep in the warmth of Embyr's body. Finally, after the black dragon could make out the deep, rhythmic breathing of sleep, her eyes darted to the blue dragon that lay beside her.
"Is he asleep?"
She gave a nearly imperceptible nod, trying her b
Onyx's Choice: Start
Part 1 (Start)
Work has become increasingly hard to come by. Most cities and city-states have enough willing bodies and readily turn away individuals like yourself; but Stonebridge has proven itself to be different, to be ready and able to take on new artisans to fuel its booming economy.
Unfortunately, “artisan” implies some form of skilled labor. Untrained and inexperienced, you have only one career path available to you – one that those of your disposition have inherited generation after generation: mercenary work. It doesn’t take much to lob a sword at someone; and by the same logic, it takes an equally low about of training to lob a sword at something.
Kelly, the Lord of Stonebridge, singled you out personally with an assignment the moment you passed through the gates. The details were unquestionably vague: there was a creature that lived a few miles west of the city that was causing problems for the populace. For all he told you it could be a rabid
I Love you, Sterling Blade
(Part 49 of the Final Stand)
(Part 3 of the Battle for Fantasia Trilogy)
An unnervingly sincere grin broke across Sterling's face as he turned again to face Death. All human resemblance had escaped the knight; his very flesh had melted away into a vapor-like substance that constantly shifted, writhing like a building storm. Every few seconds lightning, from the depths of Sterling's new body, would crackle, illuminating the wickedly bright smile that broke through the darkness of the swordsman's body.
A hand rose towards the heavens and, from the clouds above, a thunderbolt snapped down to strike the boy's palm. Almost like a trained pet the electricity coursed along his arm, coiling around his body as though it were some magical snake.
"What's wrong?" he purred, his brilliant golden eyes the only finite feature of his face locking with Death's own and holding the horseman's gaze with unfathomable strength.
"A chaos form " the pale dragon mused, though his voice seeme
Being Thankful for Second ChancesThanksgiving is a time to spend with family. Generally it is a happy time, where relatives scattered across the globe converge in one location to simply appreciate the fact that life, in one form or another, has been good to them over the course of the year they've spent in their own respective way. The meals are always memorable and the conversation even more so and everyone, after the course of a day or two, leaves to return to normality with that happy glow that only comes from a magical time of year.
That is, of course, unless your family is on the other side of the country, and you missed your flight as was the case with Liz on the most recent Thanksgiving celebration.
Liz was many things to me: a guardian, a girlfriend, a landlord. She was an island of security in a sea of hostility that was my world a dragon who, unlike her fellow giants and giantesses, neither wanted to splatter me against the wall or pick her teeth with my bones. She had taken me in and given my existenc
The Bounty of the Sea
(Part 26 of Shadowdale)
Sterling watched as Embyr's breath slowed from the influence of sleep. Behind him her chest rhythmically rose and fell, moving his body slightly as it did so.
Looking on her tranquil, content face, the human realized how beautiful she truly was. The low azure light that shone down from the cavern stone around the party seemed to make her details stand out: how gracefully her scales flowed together, how her hair seemed to fall perfectly around her face, how her body was in perfect physical condition.
It was something the knight hadn't ever thought of before save for the hot spring incident, of course. Embyr was a dragon; she had always been a dragon. But he could not deny the obvious fact lingering behind that mask of scales: she was also very similar to a human.
A hand came up to gently stroke the waterfall of white hair that fell to the boy's right. It was soft and welcoming, as though the Black Terror had grown it for the purpose of contact alone.
(Part 35 of Shadowdale)
Her momentum carried her forward, a roar on her lips as Cleaver ascended above her head. The naga could only widen her eyes in shock as she turned, her mouth cracking open just slightly in the split second it took for the massive blade to drop. A horrible sound reverberated off the earthen walls the sound of ripping flesh as the corpse fell away, opening up the path through the maze.
The dragon's footfalls brought her back into the center of the labyrinth, a place she had been some ten to fifteen minutes before. The scraping of her claws against the stone floor steadily came to a halt as her body passed the barrier into the central room, the power dying in her legs.
Cleaver, rising in preparation for another strike, fell to Blaze's side as the strength behind her arms ebbed away. Her lip quivered as though it couldn't decide whether to open into a scream or erupt into a snarl; her metallic eyes flashed with the fires of a forge, likewise torn betwe
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