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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...

Strength - Wordcount 910 The heat was oppressive; the air heavy with humidity and the smell of damp earth and grass. Last night’s heavy rain had provided relief at the height of the dry season for the animals that lived in the savanna, but for the gathered dragons, it was one more obstacle to overcome. Even Arenig, arguably the most well-equipped due to his fiery nature, smooth scales, the ice that lay in heavy plates down his back, and the clouds that shrouded him, found th...

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 ...

The Sparknest was alive, dark, craggy stone and small, trickling springs reflecting the radiant display lighting up the night sky. With some cracks and pops and the occasional shrill whistle, bright colors leaped into the air and bloomed like flowers, flashes that seared the eye and were gone as soon as they appeared, leaving thin, brimstone-smelling smoke in a haze that made the distant stars blurry, hard to see. Below, dragons gathered to witness the rainbow geysers. The first...

Dawn spilled over the horizon, soft watercolors painting layer upon layer of fluffy clouds. Tea Cake held a delicate cup in his big hands, the steam from the drink drifting on the morning breeze that combed through his long, yellow hair. A familiar feeling kicked with all the subtlety and force of an angry horse behind his sternum. It knocked the wind out of him, and he swayed for a moment, uncertain, before new air flooded his lungs, crisp and clear, as if he’d been breathing something sta...

The storm embraced Keshet as it ought, sharp-toothed and fierce. Howling winds battered her thin body; ice tried to dig its wicked, prying claws between her smooth scales; the roar of the wind and the blinding-white of the snow made her duller senses all-but useless in the midst of the maelstrom. She was not naturally equipped the same as a purebred Storm dragon, but she belonged to it just the same. It would not gentle its touch for her — nor would she want it to or accept it (if it...

The Mouse King arrived with an entire Court of Mice. The tinny sound of tiny trumpets caught Mantis’s attention, and she walked carefully towards the royal procession, eyeing the trumpeters and drummers, the soldiers marching in step in their neatly-pressed uniforms, and the royal carriage in which a velvet-lined wallet lay inside out for the Mouse King and Mouse Prince Consort to sit upon and chat as they were pulled along by two harnessed orchid mantises. Mantis gave an excitable b...

One day, a strange effigy appeared too close to his territory. It glowed brightly in the calm of night with strings of lights that thrummed even from a distance. Made of dead grass and red decoration, it looked like a suitable sacrifice to some terrible god. Shasi and Yetzu waited as patiently as they could together for the night when flames would consume the crude recreation of a goat, when they could, from a distance, enjoy something great and terrible, and the horrible people gathering wou...

A dark shape slithered under the ice, a shadow approaching a ship. Had anyone seen her, they might have been alarmed, but as it was, they had too many other things to worry about. First, they had sailed too far north, into waters that were far too cold already, at the wrong time of year. Second, the ice had begun to form its winter shape, thick and heavy almost overnight. Some of the men came out with picks and hammers, but the progress they made was miniscule, and they were for...

In the dream, there was a dome of glass. Hooves moved as if running on the ground as the dragon glided smoothly through the air. The gleam of its nose always told it when it was too close; the glass distorted the glow and its own faint reflection, twisted, elongated in nearly the same way no matter where it approached. Its ears pinned back, and it tipped its head forward, tapped its velvet-covered antlers against the glass. The noise was soft, high, short — surely fragile, but...

The world below was cold and still. The snow gleamed in the moonlight, softly glowed save for where it was broken by countless steps, belonging to person, animal, and dragon alike. There were many places where the paths diverged, where people peeled off towards a village and where various herds went their own ways. Morrigan wasn’t quite following them, but there wasn’t much to look at tonight. There were a few clouds higher up and in the distance, and most other birds had wisely mi...