Chastened (WS)
Verdant forested valley gave way; rolling mountains broke the eastern horizon off Zathreigan's left wing, while the valley river curled away to the right, wending its way to a broad lake on the plains. Flying low over the forest, he angling...
Pridefall
Mistress' chambers were empty. Her bedsheets were still neat, exactly as he had made them the morning before. Dawn light flooded the room from the bay windows overlooking the town sprawling along the base of the hill. Zath set his jaw, tail slashing...
Chastened
Verdant forested valley gave way; rolling mountains broke the eastern horizon off Zathreigan's left wing, while the valley river curled away to the right, wending its way to a broad lake on the plains. Flying low over the forest, he angling...
Binary Null
**Binary Null** J2 reminded himself often just how lucky he was to be alive. He sat cross-legged on a particularly rusted deck plate, idly clinking a couple links of his chain together. He had a small compartment to call his...
Sundered (WS)
"Wish me mum could see me now," Slat sighed, luxuriating in his perch atop Zathreigan's back. "Wager not too many wererats get ta ride a dragon like this." "Mind your big head, some of these branches are pretty low." Zath quietly prided himself on...
Sundered
"Wish me mum could see me now," Slat sighed, luxuriating in his perch atop Zathreigan's back. "Wager not too many wererats get ta ride a dragon like this." "Mind your big head, some of these branches are pretty low." Zath quietly prided...
Just What You Do
_This is an entry to the Writer's Crossing prompt competition for June 27, Prompt 1. Full details in the story description._ \* \* \* \* \* They really needed to get the lighting fixed in here. Only the dull red glow of the exit sign. Not that it...
Dragonslayer's Son
A young man crouched at the base of a waterfall, throwing sopping locks of sandy hair out of his eyes. He hadn't even touched the water, but he was soaked by the misty spray the falls emitted. He supposed the near constant dampness was what made the...
Whelp No More
Alaus woke up, and immediately wished he hadn't. He was on his side, ribs propped up by one of Rahamuth's claws, while his head hung down against the dragon's scaly chest. He ached everywhere; from the waist up because of the strange angles he'd slept...
Recompense, Part 2
Alaus left out the Law. He was very conscious of the hand on his shoulder. Not daring to let himself hesitate, no matter the embarrassment, he described seduction. He didn't bother with the details, but he left no doubt as to the extent of his......
The Whelpling's Game
"Good morning, Alaus!" He heard his name, recognized the woman's voice, but deigned not to even roll over. "Go away," he groaned, comfortable where he was. "Sun's is up already, and you missed breakfast. Vilda will want to..." He didn't want...
One They Fear
One They Fear Odahviing gazed out across the ash-swept crags and spindly spires of stone. He'd never seen such a gray land... It was depressing, but it befitted his mood. The sun was barely a glow behind the edge of the thickest clouds, sinking...