{"sf1_id":556430,"sf2_id":"J1O2Xxkn","title":"DragonBlood","author":"Sithris","words":1379,"posted_at":"2013-06-27T08:51:00.000Z","tags":["Dragon","Dragoness","Interspecies","Sithris","Story Series","Straight"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/556430-dragonblood","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1O2Xxkn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/48/06/48063a0e-39b1-484a-8445-bfd58dc442a4","description":"#1 of DragonBlood; My failed first attempt at writing\n\nMy first attempt at writing.","content":"Hello. I'm Sithris, and I'm here to write (hopefully). I've  \nbeen reading Auspher/Ausfers stories, and have decided to write my own. They  \nmay be very heavily similar to his for a while, but I don't mean this in an  \n\"I'm copying you\" way.\u0026nbsp; Anyway, the story  \ncontains a guy, and a dragon. Must I spell out the rest? You came here to read  \nso read, if you didn't, well, read anyway. Any comments or criticism are  \nappreciated. WARNING: I am trying to have a plot. It might fail though. Also, I  \nsuck at keeping to third or first person, so forgive me if it randomly swaps  \nbetween them.\n\nIt was a warm afternoon on the farm. Chris walked out of his  \nlittle house. _Time to feed the animals_  \nHe thought to himself. Stretching, he walked over to the shed. His house wasn't  \nthe biggest of things, but it was his, and seeing as though it was his parent's  \nfarm, he was happy to not \"live\" with them all the time. The shed however, was  \na large tin structure, covered in rust and holes. It was a wonder how it still  \nheld itself up.\n\nHe ducked inside and flicked on the lights. Rats ran back into their little hidey-holes at the  \nsudden change in light. Chris walked over to the hay bales and picked one up. A  \nsnake stirred from where it was, appearing angry that its sleeping quarters had  \nbeen disturbed. \"Oops, sorry\" he said, and the snake slithered under another  \nhay bale. He hoisted the hay bale into the trailer of the truck and when to  \ngrab some vegetable mix. He pulled his shirt over his mouth and lifted the lid  \nto the mix. The fruit flies living within all flew out and settled around the  \nshed. He grabbed the scoop and got a few vegetables out, throwing them into a  \nbucket in the truck.\n\nAfter feeding the horses and pigs, he drove over to the more, 'unusual' animals they had. Lined up in a row a group of pens had been build  \nto house young dragons. His family were dragon tamers, and worked to train,  \nteach and eventually sell the hatchlings. The eggs came from a mating pair up  \nin the hills, who would share half of their clutch every season, in exchange for  \na constant supply of food.\n\nParking the truck a distance away from the pens, not wanting  \nto startle the hatchlings, he got out and walked. Peering in one of the pens,  \nhe could see the young dragon within curled up on its makeshift bed of straw  \nand scrap pieces of fabric. He snuck in and closed the door behind him.  \nSneaking over to the dragon, he knelt down and put a hand on its wing. The  \ndragon stirred and rolled over, lazily opening an eye. Seeing Chris, the young  \ndragon instantly rose from its stupor and got on its feet. The hatchlings were  \nstill very young, and could barely talk yet; however, they knew one word and  \nwhat to associate it with.\n\n\"Food!\" The young dragon chirped. \"Food, Food!\" Chris  \nlaughed, \"Yes little guy, food\" Reaching behind him, he pulled a strip of jerky  \nfrom the satchel around his waist.\u0026nbsp; \"Sit\"  \nhe told the dragon, who obediently sat on its haunches, wagging its tail  \nprofusely. Careful not to get his fingers in the way, he held to jerky out to  \nthe dragon, which happily opened its mouth and took it. Giving the dragon a rub  \non the snout, he stood up and moved to the next pen. This pen appeared empty,  \nbut Chris knew better. He could see a circle of dirt stirred up from where  \nwings had been flapping. Pretending to be oblivious, he walked in a put the  \njerky on the bed, and leaned against the wall.\n\n_3...2...1..._\n\nWith a flurry of wind, the small purple dragon dropped off  \nthe roof and pounced on the food. Laughing despite himself, Chris walked over  \nand stroked the dragon's spines. This one had recently learned to fly, and couldn't  \nstand being on the ground. Walking into the last pen, he noted that the air in  \nhere was quite hot. Looking at the ground, he saw burn marks on the grass, and  \nnoted the smell of burning fabric. Walking over to the fire extinguisher  \nhanging on the wall, he pulled it off and turned to the bed. Sure enough, the  \nlittle red dragon was fire breathing in its sleep again, and had ignited its  \nbed. Sighing, he aimed the extinguisher at the bed and pulled the trigger,  \nwaking the dragon with a start. Not quite realising what was happening, the  \nhatchling bolted behind Chris and curled around his legs.\n\n\"Relax you dopey dragon\" he said, flicking a piece of jerky  \nbehind him. \"You're lucky your scales are fireproof\" The dragon pounced on the  \nmeat, and started tearing at it, quickly forgetting everything else. Chris  \nopened a window to let some of the heat out of the room, and walked back out to  \nthe truck. _One more dragon to go_, he  \nthought. Pulling back up near his house, he went inside and took the now cooked  \nchicken out of the oven. He put it in a carry box and came back out of his  \nhouse. Turning to the left and heading that way, he wondered what Reena was  \ndoing.\n\nReena was his dragon.  \nWhen his family had gotten their first batch of eggs, they told Chris he could  \nkeep one. Not that he really had a choice in the matter. Once Reena had  \nhatched, she instantly bonded to Chris, and refused to leave him. They had  \nspent 8 years together now, as companions and friends. She now had her own  \nluxury pen a little ways away from Chris' house, and often only stayed there to  \nsleep. Walking up to it, he put the carry box on the floor and opened the door.  \nPeering in, he saw the deep blue scales of her back facing him, and the light  \nblue wings folded over her. Reaching for the food and closing the door, he  \nwalked over to the little dining setup, and started to prepare the food.\n\nReena was about the size of a horse, only much more heavily  \nbuilt. She had a hide made up of tiny scales that ran down her back, smooth chest  \nscales and a softer underbelly. Chris had often marvelled at the way dragons  \nlooked, and often studied Reena, who gladly let him, as she often got a good  \npetting in the process.\n\nChris served up pieces of chicken onto a couple of plates.  \nThere was no real point to doing this, but Reena enjoyed eating like a human,  \nand Chris didn't mind. Chris lit some candles and sat down, content to watch  \nhis dragon sleep for the moment. The moment didn't last long. Reena stirred  \nfrom her sleep at the smell of food, and rolled over to gaze over at Chris with  \nher bright yellow eyes, a bright contrast against her blue body. She smiled,  \nshowing her teeth and licked her lips. \"Mmmm, for me Chris?\"\n\nShe rolled onto her back and stretched.\u0026nbsp; \"You always treat me so well Chris.\" Chris  \nlaughed.\n\n\"Gotta make sure my favourite dragon is happy\"\n\n\"Well you do a very good job\" She said, walking up to the  \ntable.\u0026nbsp; She hopped up onto the chair and  \nsat down. Chris reached over and gave her an affectionate rub on the cheek.  \nReena hummed and licked his hand.\n\n\"Eat up, my lovely\" Chris said smiling. Reena gave him  \nanother lick and turned to her plate.\n\n\"Mmmm chicken\" She said, taking in the smell. She picked up  \na piece with her tongue and dug in to her dinner. After they were done, Chris  \nwalked over to Reena's bed, which was quite large to accommodate her growing,  \nand sat down. He patted the bed next to him and invited Reena to come and sit.  \nReena walked over to the fireplace and lit it with a burst of flames from her  \nmaw, then wandered over to Chris. Hopping up next to him, she curled up behind  \nhim and laid down. Chris leaned into her and laid back, scratching her chest  \nscales.\n\nReena murred at the touch and wrapped her wing around him.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"DragonBlood; My failed first attempt at writing","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/556827-dragonblood-ch2.json"}}