death rising part 2, the outcast
The behaviour of tretron was not unnoticed by the bullies. it was no longer possible to steal tretron's food, or to bother mistica with tretron around. meanwhile, mistica had stopped growing.
death rising, part 1, the hatchling
tretron screamed crying. rigja ran to tretron to help him escape but it made her visible for the dragons "tretron!"
King and Queen
tretron replied, nor looking forwards to having to mate that dragoness. "you know tretron..." malik started, searching her words. "...i could lure her into something."
two fears one cave
#1 of orran&tretron this is a story from a rp between mine characture tretron and distortedgirl's charature orran. disclaimer: contains dragons, yiffy and blood do not read if you hate any of those.
the sibblings
'tretron properly needed something' she thought as it was not uncommon for tretron to get something out her room to use, mostly books trough.
the sibblings part 1
'tretron properly needed something' she thought as it was not uncommon for tretron to get something out her room to use, mostly books trough.
fit for a queen.
tretron gave a smirk, noticing her scent between the sex scents of him and his sister. it only added to the pleasure of tretron, knowing he had something they would never get.
colours of scales
"You got to find a way to keep her away from those dragons" A mere copper scaled dragon said across the oak wooden bar. The warm sunlight flooded the cafe, trough large glass windows overlooking the busy street. A grey scaled dragon was sitting there...
A second surprise reimagined
A second surprise _"I heard a knock upon my door the other day. I opened it to find death staring in my face. The feel of mortal stalking still reverberates._ _Everywhere I go I drag this coffin just in case"_ _-Micheal Baskette, Falling...
In freedom I willingly serve; Epilogue.
In freedom I willingly serve; Epilogue. Matthew looked across the cave he and Thyna shared, his legs folded around a single black egg. He was constantly checking the egg's temperature to make sure that the egg was comfortable. He was happy...
A final thought
My claws made short work of the fence. It was always a joy to climb the old wooden pole fence overgrown with those yellowish flowers that overwhelmed my nose with the intense scent of nature. I never understood why my younger human liked the flowers,...
6. When the empire strikes
_The landscape was dominated with small wooden houses and larger stone houses. The paths between the housed has been partially paved. Jack could remember it all too well, the scent of fresh baked bread mixed with the reek of Animal faeces and urine....