When she found the clawed prints gouged deep into the forest earth, she was afraid, but she was also curious.
So she brought a little food every night, and watched from the boughs of a sturdy oak.
The meet was often carried off by foxes and cats, furtive in their movements. The veg and fruit pecked at by birds that were quick to take off.
But on nights when the sky was clear and the moon cast a silver veil, the creature would come.
Lumbering, hulking. A tall shell coated in moss and ridged with spikes. Long clawed feet, legs set to the sides like a lizard.…
‘It’ll be simple,’ he said, voice barely shaking. ‘Run in, grab the treasure, run out.’
‘What about the monsters?’ she replied. ‘What about the dragon?’
‘Well … we’ll move too fast for them, thanks to this.’ He hefted his newly purchased spellbook. ‘And you have the sword if anything goes wrong.’
‘I do not feel confident I could take on a
‘We won’t have to!’
They clasped hands and he cast the spell, again and again. Walls crumbled before them to reform behind them.
All manner of twisted beasts and grasping undead howled at them, but they were gone each time before anything could be done.…
The dragon lowered a rainbow-hued head to sniff the small, furry morsel. To her surprise, it hissed and puffed up, and swiped at her with surprising aggression.
Perhaps it was more dangerous than it looked. She withdrew, curling her tail around her pile of gold.
The small creature stared at her, yellow eyes wide and suspicious.
Later, she found it batting at a stray piece of gold. She tried to take it back, and was again met with a hiss and a swipe.
In the night, she woke to something rumbling on her back. The creature again, now asleep and curled up in complete, purring contentment.…
The red dragon crumpled to the ground, her wings snapped, her heart bared and beating with a weak volcanic glow.
The knight limped up to that hulking, steaming body. His armour was scorched in places, and ripped free in others. With his bare arm –burned and wrapped in rags — he hefted a sword.
‘Time to put an end to this,’ he said, and drew back to strike.
He was knocked over by a whoosh of air from behind, the sword clattering across the floor.
The knight scrambled to bow. ‘Your Majesty.’
Her gaze was fixed on the fallen dragon.…
The dragon landed in a flurry of snow and steam, black scales gleaming and red-seamed like hot coals.
They turned their burning eyes to the woman face-down in the snow. There were many other footprints around her, but no other humans for miles around.
They leaned forward and sniffed. No reek of death. They nudged her with their great muzzle.
The woman stirred at the touch, then scrambled to her feet.
‘I’m alive!’ she cried, drawing a dagger from her belt. ‘I survived them, and I’ll survive you too. So don’t even try it!’
The dragon considered her, small and cold, a barely-healed wound on her back and blood under her nails.…
I’m raising a draxel from
ClockworkCaracal — a completely unique little pixel-dragon which at each stage of its life will be given new art.
It’s currently just a little egg but I’m looking forward to its growth!
~ My Draxel ~
It has its own page on my website to track its history and any drabbles I might write about it. You can find it
here.… Read more
Non Player Character is a work-in-progress but I wanted to share it while I work on the first draft. Please bear in mind that this is an unedited work, but hopefully you will still enjoy it!
Chapter One: The Ultimate Escapism
I was standing on a stranger’s doorstep and wishing my feet were nailed to the ground. Even now, I could feel the build up of pressure in my chest, the restlessness growing in my legs making me jiggle slightly on the spot. I was a champion of accidental “ding-dong-ditch”. I would go somewhere new, ring the bell, and the next thing I knew I was sprinting to my car with my hood up and the sense that the wolves were on my heels.…
Blackwing Witch is a work-in-progress but I wanted to share it while I work on the first draft. Please bear in mind that this is an unedited work, but hopefully you will still enjoy it! Image is a commission from ShadowDragon22.
Chapter One: Sick
When Wy saw the dragon, her stomach clenched in fear and her throat clogged in pity. Because here, steaming under the scant shelter of the cliff shelf, half-obscured by mist and shadow, was a beautiful and terrible thing and she was bearing witness to its death.
It was a blackwing, all tattered feathers and skinny, scaly legs.…
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OUT OF TOUCH
She tucked her hair behind pointed ears, avoiding his gaze. ‘I meant to write.’
‘Me too.’ He fiddled with the edge of his cape.
‘It’s just … you know, life has been busy.’
‘What’s it been … one, two hundred years?’
It had been three hundred, but she didn’t want to remind him. She’d let their friendship slip through the cracks. They just led such different lives …
‘Do you wanna grab a potion?’ he asked.
Elf and vampire smiled shyly at each other.
A GIRL BUT ALSO
Its muzzle stopped inches from her face.…
‘I want to see dragons,’ he said, gazing longingly through the scrying mirror. ‘I want to see fire and wind, and feel the sun on my face. Do you understand?’
She didn’t, but she wanted to. She stitched the wings of a raven to a crawling lizard, and filled it with the cold spark of her heart. She held it out to him; it leapt from her hands to his, and clacked its jaws at him cheerfully.
‘What’s this?’ he asked.
‘A going away present.’
‘I love you, mum.’
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