Stabled
Salrith sucked in a shaky breath as she stepped across the fields, towards the still dim building that lay beyond the meandering fenceline. Her clothing was plain and simple, and her eight eyes were groggy, her hourglass pupils still dilated from the...
Princelings
“Come on, you," the gruff voice of the lizard trader snapped at Salrith, tugging her along behind him by her leash, which he held with one thick, blue hand. It was attached to not just the iron collar around her neck, but also to the leather muzzle...
Princelings and You
“Come on, you," the gruff voice of the lizard trader snaps at you, tugging you along behind him by your leash, which he holds with one thick, blue hand. It isn't attached just to the iron collar around your neck, but also to the leather muzzle...
Wart Breeding
Kyrie stumbled out of the back door of the farmhouse, the white-scaled dragon's lithe body quivering in the cool, afternoon air. His blue-tinged earfins twitched as he heard the almost warbling _yowl_ that he recognized as coming from Salrith's throat,...
The Basilisk Handler
Kyrie had tried to predict what Kazar might say when he realised who he was speaking to, after all these years. The green-scaled lizard had done very well for...