Effective Diplomacy Part 2: A Diplomat's Reward

The eyes of every Subutai in the clique watched Huvir as he lead an armed group of two-legs into the heart of their home. The urge to hide his snout ate at his nerves. Yet he kept his gaze ahead, his head held high, avoiding the searching gazes of his...

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Bred by a Warlord

The Skadil warrior gasped as the rope yanked at his jaw, causing him to stumble forward. The mane running down his spine was oily and matted. His tail lay limp against the furs on the floor. And his four scaled legs shook with the effort of supporting...

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Warmth

Kaste woke up with a yawn, his great white fangs gleaming in the morning light. He grumbled as he opened his eyes, looking at the blades of a ceiling fan spin in a slow dance. The tiny breeze it gave off tickled the soft scales of his underbelly with...

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Ambushed

Red trotted down the dirt road with a spring in his paw. Around him the city bustled. Roars and growls could be heard in between the strained voices of bartering and the hearty laughter of dragons. Yet Red walked through the bazaar without a...

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Journey of a Rock

The heavy boot of the Gundyr smashed down on the squealing rock. There was a sound like the chewing of stone and then silence. The giant kept his pace and swung a long staff, whacking a small fleeing stone and sending it tumbling, tiny arms over tiny...

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A Prince's First Taste

Kur sighed as he watched the last cloud melt before the fury of the dawning Sun. He could hear his sore foreclaws creak as they gripped talon-fulls of sand. His tail was numb, as if the muscles had crawled away. Yet, a smirk drifted onto his snout as...

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Self Pleasure

Kunjik sat back heavily on his wide haunches, the bed under him creaking as it shifted to support his weight He was finally alone, his roomate had just left for a weekend trip to quote "fuck some bitch." Which was perfect for the feral dragon he left...

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Thrall's Burden Chapter 1

The soft grass tickled the hatchling's paws as he bounded through the meadow. His small tail whipped around and took out ambitious weeds, leaving a wide trail of floral destruction in his wake. He was a deus, brown scales, mottled with white...

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