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The Exiled DragonJura The Exile trudged solemnly through the thick and eerie forest canopy. A heavy murk blanketed the land, but the dragoness' eyes remained keen to the slightest hint of danger. For within these gloomy and expansive woods stirred creatures far worse and more horrifying then your typical wolf pack. This was the Alder, the edge of the world, and the very hunting grounds of the gods themselves. Despite the danger, fear did not manifest within Jura, nor courage, or honor; rather anger and bitter sorrow. She had crossed the known world and journeyed deep into this forgotten and forsaken wood in search of the sweet release of death.The Exiled Dragon by thwackcrackers
She would rear up in defiance against any manner of beast that flew, burrowed, or stalked these lands, and would fight with such malice and savagery that the forest itself seemed to quiver within her presence. For a full fortnight, Jura had expelled her rage upon the monsters of the Alder. Even now her scales, once a magnificent shade of ivory, was grimy and mat
The CullingThe free city of Embercrest, situated on the banks of the large Gulf of Koresh, west of the Choral Sea, was a true contemporary wonder among the free city-states dotting the Gulf's shoreline. Its natural harbor acted as a gateway to the Ivrohanian Empire, just across the Choral Sea. Ivrohanian merchants would come and go as quickly as the changing of the seasons, bringing boundless spices, quilts, and commerce to Embercrest. Many different cultures have left their mark not just on the city's people, but also upon the city's identity. What historically was a city of no variation, Embercrest has grown into a multicultural hub and it's this that unites the fifty thousand people living within its walls. But such a utopia was not without its fare share of drawbacks.The Culling by thwackcrackers
The city-states of Koresh were in a state of civil unrest. After years of fighting endless hordes of magical abominations that were conjured by rogue mages, the people of Koresh had grown frightful and hateful of
The Last DragonOn that winter's morning, the frost was biting and numbing on my hands and feet. I continued to trek on without protest, along with my father who'm I had been hunting with that day. We journeyed out of our secluded pasture to venture into the wild in order to hunt our quarry, and maybe even learn a few interesting facts about life in the process.The Last Dragon by thwackcrackers
One rule of life, for certain, was to expect the unexpected. We expected the frequent passing of deer, or the hibernating growls of slumbering bear. What we didn't expect was to stare into the face of a creature of legend and myth. It slowly slid its muzzle out of the frozen ravine, and studied us with eyes of flawless ivory. My father and I halted and he kept his finger steady on his rifle's trigger.
The quizzical glare coming from the creature wasn't a facade for malicious intent, rather for genuine curiosity and interest. With one heaving step after another, the creature, this dragon, slowly approached us. My father bravely shielded himself
Dear ArianaDear Ariana,Dear Ariana by thwackcrackers
I write to you to inform you that I am alive and well. My heart crumbles knowing how far away you are and even as I write this my tears stain the paper. Sometimes I feel like I can smell your perfume over the winds, and that puts my worry to rest. This war has brought with it much heartache and dilemma on both the moral and strategic ground and I fear I don't have much time. The dragons have broken through the barricades and are vastly approaching Shao Caelora.
But Ariana, pray, have no fear. We have fallen back to The Peak. The eagles believe that if we fortify our position enough we can make our final stand here. Doubt clouds my mind. The dragons outnumber us substantially and the army grows weary. My love, I need you to heed my warning. Shao Caelora is no longer safe, regardless of what the officers say. I want you to get the girls, go to Bayport Landing, and take ship to Gavania.
The dragons will not p
FreaksFreaks by wingedhatchling
The day was peaceful, the breeze felt wonderful upon Loss's skin and the berries were sweet to her tongue. The young girl felt a rare sense of blissful contentedness among the berry-bushes. She let the feeling take over her senses, and attempted to push back her memories from half-an-hour before. After all, why let the unpleasant memories of sharp pain and bruising skin ruin the moment? The girl shook her head to throw the memory out and continued feeling her way down rows of blue-berry bushes.
As she walked she considered the horrible stories her aunt and cousins were always telling her about the forest. She snickered at the thought of a monster in the forest, after all how could something dreadful live in a place that smelled so sweet, had the wonderful chorus of birds chirping, contained the taste of berries, and gave her the soft touch of speckled sunlight through such soft leaves? The stories they had told her must have been simply to keep her awake at night and to make her fear t
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