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Keeping this here until I can post it in the story forum.
Hi. Maybe you are wondering what Lupine is doing with this when she should be working on Feline Warriors. I wrote this a while ago. It's the prequal to another, bigger story I wrote. I'll probably post that too, once it's done. Why did I write a prequal to a story I'm not even finished with? Because I wanted to. (Too much Star Wars does that to a person.) But yeah, that's the reason the ending's so fast. Enjoy.
Quinati scanned the horizen as she flew. The dark magenta dragoness had finally found a mate. Her mate, named Cyrok, was somewhere in this territory. When she came into season, he'd find her. She just needed to find a den, a place where she could set up residence. Up north, there should be at least an ice cave or two around here.
Dipping low, she spotted a hole in the ice, and flew towards it. She touched down gracefully, and took a step back at the smell that reached her. It was sickly sweet, and slightly metallic: Blood. Against her better judgement, Quinati entered the cave.
The ceiling sloped low, making it hard for her to move. She halted for a moment, before gingerly stepping over the charred corpse of a human man.
She continued into a large chamber, and growled sadly. Dead bodies, human and dragon littered the cave. It had been a raid, she could tell.
The humans considered her kind to be a threat to themselves and their livestock. Frequently, a party of knights would set out to find and destroy dragons. The seldom found them but occaionally...
She looked around. A male dragon lay headless by the chamber entrance. His mate, and one of the knights lay interlocked near the middle. It seemed that her fire had killed him the moment his spear pierced her heart. A dead baby lay in a corner. The other was curled beside it.
Quinati prodded the curled chick with her nose, and to her joy, it squeaked and stirred. She could see why they had missed the tiny female. The silver-blue of her scales blended in with the ice of the cave.
She nosed the blue chick again. The baby raised her head, and stared back.
"What is your name, little one?" Quinati attemped to comfort the little dragoness.
No answer.
"I don't want to hurt you, I just want to know your name," Quinati tried again.
This time, the chick hesitated before answering, "Nymena."
 Lupine Pyrefly · Wed Sep 28, 2005 @ 10:40pm · 0 Comments |
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