Iron Birds, chapter XXIX: A Fluffy One between Metal
The dragoness lay on her back atop her spacious four-poster bed of fine dark wood, basking in the warm sunlight streaming through the room's arched windows, its rays caressing her scales like a fiery lover. Her scales were rough on her belly, head, and...
Iron Birds, chapter XVII: The Lineage of Typhon
The young one walked slowly up the steps toward the white stone altar, meticulously ornamented and carved to the highest standards. The two heads of the individual scanned their surroundings with anticipation, seemingly ignoring the two escorts walking...
Iron Birds, chapter XIII: Fabulous Passions
Mrholenie was in the library of the royal residence, writing with quill and ink. On the desk where she leaned, there were open books and a lit candle, despite the ample light streaming through the ogival windows. One might deduce she was studying, as...
Iron Birds, chapter XXXVIII: The Revenge of Typhon
Night had fallen over the Castellum Mountains. King Fekete, ever the devoted father, read a story to his daughter as if she were still a little girl. It was bedtime, and Fekete would soon depart; these patrols were necessary if they hoped to keep their...