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The wind battered Kaysro’s face, his nictitating membranes working overtime to keep his eyes free of tiny debris that was floating in the strong wind that was threatening to carry him away. On top of him, Feye seemed to actually be doing fine (to his utter dismay), as she had a full-faced helmet on for this journey. Their destination this time was to find a specific location, just the two of them and Cyniss flying freely on the side, where their Flight had hid...

"And this goes.... here." The white cat said, folding the book as he completed the puzzle at hand; with a click the mechanism whirled to life, he flicked his ears as he hear clinks and whirling from beyond the great door, elaborately decorated (well... it had been at one point) with motif of the two gods this lost temple was meant to represent. Light and Dark, the two that he followed. As the door slowly slid open he moved out into the open to wave at Mikuru, who circled far ...

The cool spring water lapped at Aether’s heels while she stared up at the stars again. She breathed deliberately, in and out. Her mind always settled when she just looked up and imagined the figures in the sky from those books in the library. A dragon, a knight, a griffin… of course, these skies were unfamilar, and she was left to make her own. It was bizarre to her still, but settled her all the same. She let her gaze fall from the heavens and back towards the...

Ashiwa doesn’t have a permanent home to call hers, per se, but her preferred location where she chooses to stay with her dragons is within a cave-like opening, carved by herself and with the help of one of her Earth crosses. The den is situated within a canyon wall, not far down from the topmost edge of the canyon, and overlooking a small river below. The canyon and surrounding environment is a cross between arid plains and desert, with the bottom of the canyo...

At the base of Juatasapi was lush greenery, plentiful coniferous trees, their bushy branches and thin trunks currently covered in migrating monarch butterflies. Beneath the rich green plant and orange-wing canopy, two dragons met in the thick of the woods. Arenig and Keshet were drawn to one another. They were a study in contrasts: Arenig’s bulky form and dull colors next to Keshet’s riotous rainbow splashed over a lithe form. Their attitudes were much the same. As she tried to ril...

It was morning when the two high ranking men had decided they would set a wedding date for the political side of things in the next month; They knew that the public would want a ceremony, and it was a good time to show their faces and remind them all what power the two old family names -combined- could do. Old Abrendese, and old T'terre names, and fortunes. Not that Alexander had much old money to begin with, being a bastard son, but that was where the benefit of military pensions and ...

A long, slim body shot over the orchard, flying low so the branches creaked and leaves whispered sharply, waking Quercus from his slumber. At first, he tried to ignore it, but after the third pass that rocked the tree in which he slept, he reluctantly made his way above the canopy, blinking sleepy eyes against the setting sun. The first thing to notice were the two red pennants flying at her sides, at the ends of golden poles embedded in her flesh. If they at all hindered her speed, sh...

A high cackle seemed to echo and reverberate around Patchwork Orchard. Quercus picked up his head, the leaves and pine needles around his neck rustling, and the spines down his back raising in slight alarm. He could feel it in his teeth, drilling down into his skull. It made him ill-at-ease, not in a way that inspired fear, but certainly convinced him he needed to be apprised of the situation. Quercus crawled out of his most recent, warm hidey-hole: the inside of an unfilled cornucopia...

Mayhem. Absolute mayhem in the orchard. The Chicken Snaketails scattered among the fallen apples and dried leaves. Their hurried steps crunched and their tails hissed as they dragged along the ground. Behind them, in hot pursuit, was Quilla. Her scarred maw opened and snapped, sharp teeth narrowly missing her sprightly prey. There was no frustration in her green eyes, only thrill and anticipation, the joy of the hunt. From the safety of the boughs of the trees, Quercus wa...

Part One Darolisa lifted up her scarf, feeling it starting to fall down the bridge of her nose. The winds of the desert were blinding, making her squint through the sandy haze. The winds snagged at her loose clothing, the tail end of her scarf billowing behind her. Her mount was moving slower and slower, fighting through the winds. She gave a pat to his neck.   ...

Still on a bit of an adrenaline rush from saving the Thunder hatchling, and not quite sure if she should have done that, Feye climbed back up to the ledge where Ouroboros was waiting. (Did this big dragon live here permanently? Does she even have a rider?) Opening her mouth to explain to Ouroboros, she instead found herself beaten to it once again when the older dragon spoke first. “You would make a nice Rider,” she said simply. “I have a feeling that some of our dragon eggs may ...

A month into her new life at the flock, Feye was taken by her superior to visit one of their other dragons. By this point she had been quite familiar with the few couriers in the flock, all small-sized dragons that could carry one or two riders at maximum. Through some winding stone stairs that lead into the carved cliffs surrounding the area, she emerged to a large ledge which overlooked an oasis below. There were hatchling dragons scattered all over the area, with a substantial pool for Oce...

Ah, the war. The thing that had taken her mother’s life first, when her family couldn’t afford to heal her due to the rising cost of medicine, and her father’s second, when he was caught in the crossfire during one of his business trips. She didn’t want to fight in the war, and her parents didn’t either, but what else could a seventeen-year-old girl do when her parents are both dead within a year, her brother not yet old enough for proper management of the business that was...

Nightfall, in a deserted park. “This is a lot less spooky than I’d expected when you told me we were going to a cemetery,” Flash commented, looking up at the full moon in the sky. It cast long shadows across the grass, turned deep grey from the cold light seeping through the clouds. As an Earth rider primarily, Flash probably had a really skewed idea of what ‘spooky’ entailed- and by that, Nova meant that he probably would think a walking skeleton staring him in the eye was �...

The depths of the forest pressed close to Meeth as she travelled along a pathway, had she not been following it for while, she may of lost her way. Behind her a small dragon darted along, its long ringed tail weeping... and crashing into the overgrowth that guarded the path. At her look, Rathiel chirped sweetly, innocent eyes looking up at her as he used his wings to help balance himself.. his beak curved into a grin. Suddenly his attention shifted and he hissed, fur and feathers standing on ...

Meiron stared at the letter that had been delivered in the early morning light, the elaborate paper with stunning penmanship (and the occasional wet patch)  and more importantly, who had signed it. “How does she have time to send me a random invite.” Meiron muttered. Kovaithe swiveled her head to read it as well. “But it will be fun, aaaaaand we can spend all that nice money we’ve earned.” She all but purred, honestly her riders reluctance to get...

The day started out fairly normal, Meiron's recent actions with the Coalition (encouraged by Kovaithe) meant that while he may not of been welcomed with open arms, he was  usually greeted with an acknowledging nod. Not that the cat actually cared what most people thought of him; what he did appreciate was that it made traveling in the area a lot easier as well as information on the chronoscope and the locations of some of the doors that the Coalition used; plus the extra bonus of been able t...

Meiron read the missive again, in front of him Kovaithe craned her neck as she too read it  (she'd gotten good at that even if it was upside down). She puffed out her chest. "Only fools would try to actually use that area." She commented. "That's why they'll use it, because everyone else thinks that and if they lose one or two of their umber, what does it matter." Meiron's raven hopped closer, picking up one of the shiny coins which had dropped out, grat...

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...