Displays, Courtships, and Bondings

Akeem was resting next to the waterfall, listening to its babbling stream. It was the same one where he had met the beautiful Pilgrim. He still thought of her now and again, even occasionally trying to find time to spend with her. She was often busy though or could only spend a quick moment with him. Even without the few sporadic visits to her though, Akeem did enjoy the spot. The waterfall was truly beautiful.   ...

Akeem had been keeping his distance from the Earth/Fire mix. He had been quietly admiring her since they first met. Their riders had been foraging in the same area when they bumped into each other. The foraging ground had apparently been in the other rider’s territory. The dragon - Kritina, he remembered - reminded him in some ways of Rivia but with a fire that would normally scare him. She was arguably more fierce in protecting her rider and Akeem had to be t...

Rain season is approaching, and a massive hunting party has gathered between the various settlements in order to take advantage of the herds that had gathered in search of water. Usually they would not hunt together, but the massive herds of animals makes hunting a difficult challenge for even the most seasoned of hunters- dragons or riders. Today Flash had brought Quake and Nova, two quick-running Earth dragons to flush the herds out, and he was met by Ashiwa with her Ouroboros (levitating n...

The rain pattered down on the two dragons and their rider as they walked through the city at night. It wasn’t heavy rain, by all means, but it was still definitely a thunderstorm judging by the flashes of lightning that would occasionally turn the sky white for a brief moment. The rain cast a foggy and almost mystical look across the tall-ish buildings, neon lights in shades of blue and yellow and pink diffracting through the mist and reflecting across small puddles on the ground. Water has...

By all accounts, Nova didn’t like people. No, he didn’t mean his rider Flash, or Flash’s few friends. He meant other strangers, and that is why he was sitting at the race feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Nova was like the guard raptor of Flash’s home. Any sign of danger and he would be jumping in front of it, hissing and flaring his feathers. Usually with a little intimidation the intruder would back off, but he was quite capable of making sure they never retur...

Cirrus sprawled out, her feathers absorbing the last of the sunlight and warming her up. After the last trial she was just glad to not be cold. Her companion looked over, an amused tone to his voice. “You are aware that’s not the most flattering look?” His talons carefully testing his bow checking it over to make sure it had taken no damage . “I don’t care.” Cirrus singsonged back. “It’s so warm..” she ‘floofed’ out even further as the sun continued to drop. Thoug...

It didn’t have to be this way. They’d gotten along for long enough, stayed out of each other’s way when necessary and worked together when needs must. They could have stayed peaceable, could have made it to the end as a team rather than turning against each other at the last minute. He’d tried to be reasonable, but Flamekeeper stomped closer to the half-built bower nest Igni had been working tirelessly on for days now. Long stalks of grass had been woven by beak and by f...

The stars wheeled slowly overhead. They were far from the only spectators of the four dragons moving below — countless empty eyes peered through the tall savanna grass, following the flickering flames of the two dragons that took the lead. Flamekeeper and Igni blazed a path through the dark, pushing the shadows back, but the surrounding gloom always pressed back again and quickly, a suffocating presence that dimmed the light of the skies overhead, wisps and tendrils of shades flickering jus...

Flashes of lightning lit the freezing area, thunder following mere moments later, the sound resounding over the icy waters that were to be the host of Robin’s and Cirrus’s next trail. Snow fell slowly, the atmosphere sparking with the electric and snow storm that surrounded. Cirrus shivered, her feathers flat with the misery of the area as she pressed against the larger dragon who was her companion. Already Keshet’s hooves were hidden beneath the layer of snow that had fallen, wings hel...

Flamekeeper’s long antennae twitched, her head perking up at the distant but distinct feeling of change. Something in the air — a sudden drop in pressure as the wind picked up, rustled through the tall grass that sprawled in every direction in great rolling plains. Overhead, the white clouds began to billow and build, growing dark with rain. “Something’s coming,” Flamekeeper said, unable to keep the anticipation out of her voice, the undeniable thrill. Igni’s flame...

The landscape was something of a hassle, Robin mused , in between glances at his opponent, calculating distances and the wind speeds as floating pieces of ground hovered around an ancient cemetery; not that it would impact his ability to use his archery skills…. At first he’d been wary of using them, but the generic aspect of this trial was to impress his opponent… and the 6 limbed dragon that stood i...

Jack had been simply minding their own business when Keshet lost her mind. They’d been hard at work, deciphering a runic text that had fallen through the Chronoscape to find if it contained anything useful when they heard a series of worrying clinks that only got faster as the minute dragged on, accompanied by absolute pandemonium inside their skull. Jack was not great at tuning out their dragons. They got better at it, as time went on and as more voices joined the cacophony, ...

Keshet was flying high over a red desert, the sand turned into shades of fire by the setting sun. Wickedly sharp rocks cut through the light like claws, casting long, dark shadows, as if night had started coming up from the ground. It was pure luck that the glint glanced off her eye, that it had been caught by the sun, that she was the exact type of dragon that she was, that she immediately folded her wings and dove towards the ground, half thinking that she would have something shiny ...

Hooves skidded across the dry earth, tearing up yellowing grass and loose soil, kicking both into the air, the taste of grit left behind. Keshet teetered precariously, leather wings batting ineffectively at the air before she gave in and fell forward to brace herself against the ground. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she bared sharp fangs. Calanthe’s long, feathered tail swept through the prairie grass, her head lifted imperiously. The sun glinted off the plating along h...