Hello again! If anyone is still watching this space.... or ever was.
I've been working on a couple of new stories again, have no access to them though, also made a traffic cone in blender3D... Been a slow few months.
Tuesday 27 December 2011
Tuesday 8 November 2011
New story forecoming: story of Yighna. New story written: Underdogs part one.
Hey, long time no see! I've been busy doing some writing and here is the end resualt, a whole new story for anyone who ever reads my blog and and an excerpt from another story I'm working on that's not really got a title yet so it's Yighna's story. First, The underdogs.
(Hint: Type pizza for Yighna's story first.)
Underdogs
Episode one: The meeting
By Thomas Walsh
Richard kept his canine ears perked as he tread through the dark forest carefully, the dog was without his good friend Edward and without his skills in herbalism a wound gone bad would be deadly before he had a chance to get back home to Athronal.
The sound of a stick breaking very close drew the hounds eyes to meet yellow orbs peering back at him through the darkness of night, startled he backed up and tripped over something as a long tail whipped the ground in front of him leaving only a little imprint in the dirt.
"What was that?!" Richard exclaimed out loud before something shoved his foot-paws and got up, a black figure in the darkness.
"You clumsy mutt!" a young woman's irate voice yelled in anger as the black figure twirled around to show a long pointy muzzle covered in rusty red fur while glowing cat-like eyes glared at the bewildered hound; he'd just trodden over a fox!
"I'm sorry! Something startled me and..." Richard sniffed the air curiously, he could smell blood and it quickly dragged his attention away. "Are you bleeding?" the dog asked with a worried sigh while looking over the fox vixen's form for any darker red he could pick out however the low light made it hard for him to see her colour at all.
"It's just a cut on my leg and why are you worried anyway? You stepped all over me!" the vixen yelled in a mad rage; taking paces towards Richard.
"Where are you when I need you Edward?" He asked thin air quickly as the fox advanced on him. "I didn't see you!" the dog exclaimed as an unexpectedly powerful paw grabbed the front of his plate armour and brought him close for a toothy growl that faded into very heavy breathing. A few silent seconds passed with nothing but the vixen's breathing to break the still; Richard didn't dare breath himself. Then something happened and it wasn't good; the vixen collapsed into his arms.
Giving her a shake did no good so Richard decided on the spot he'd carry her back to a horse settlement he'd seen and look for a healer; they were far from happy to have predators around however and it would be a very long night for the dog. "Why do I always get the short end of the stick..." Richard sighed as he set off on the trail back.
Arriving at the horse settlement early next day Richard was exhausted and soaked from sudden rain in the night which left him ready to collapse himself as he made his way past the many caravans the horses owned, most were asleep at this hour but some sat lazily on boxes or drinking ale while on watch for predators, mostly the barbaric wolves or the occasional mad big-cat who was out of their mind.
The settlement was a a large open plain of grassland that had several caravans the horses pulled themselves dotted about, ready to leave on a moments notice if the gentle giants accidentally intruded or saw danger. They didn't follow the dog kingdom and they refused strike an alliance with the feline republic as well; preferring to be completely indifferent and neutral.
Making his way over to a trailer with a large red plus painted on the dog gave the door a hard kick with a foot-paw, unable to move his arms lest he drop the vixen where he stood. A sound came from inside as the occupier scrambled to answer; an old horse with a greying mane yanked the door open and looked at the sorry sight of the much smaller dog and the vixen he held.
"Come inside, you both look half-dead." his old voice mumbled.
Inside the caravan bottles were stacked high in boxed shelves so they didn't have to be packed away when moving. A worn bed sat in the corner taking up most of the room while a tattered old rug covered much of the floor. "Set the vixen down on the bed so I can have a look at her." the old horse commanded; Richard did as he was told.
Placing her sleeping form on the comfy looking bed Richard longed to lay down and sleep himself, even if he would have had to share a bed; these thoughts were quickly drawn away as a string hand tugged on Richard's plate armour "You look tired so I'll take care of your friend while you have a nap?" the old horse offered, nodding to a worn but comfy and oversized chair. The dog thanked him and pulled off his uncomfortable armour to nap in the simple clothes he had on underneath.
Mary felt her head throbbing as she regained consciousness, the vixen tried to bolt upright but strong hands held her down while something cool and soothing was applied to the gash on her leg. "You don't know the dog do you?" An old voice questioned however Mary couldn't open her eyes to see who it belonged to. "No? Regardless he has done a smart thing by bringing you here, if he'd tried to make a dash for help in Athronal he'd have come back to find you dead, and if he'd tried to carry you then he'd have collapsed himself and you'd have fallen prey to some wolves in the area."
The hands stopped what they were doing and allowed the vixen up; it took her a few moments to open her eyes though. Seeing a horse she felt surprised and also relived since the horse clans were not fighters. Sitting in the corner a young and very soaked dog was asleep on the old horse's chair, he looked too young to be an adventurer and but he was old enough to be a squire. His matted black and white fur led the vixen to guess he was a collie which made little sense since the collies were farmers and not fighters.
The horse touched her shoulder, "You should rest as well, he carried you here through the rain all night non-stop so you could be treated. I've never seen such effort for a stranger but then again I think there are rumours about this dog floating about, I'll have to ask later and in the meantime you can rest up and make sure his effort wasn't wasted.". With a nod the vixen agreed and fell back onto the bed; she was asleep in seconds.
The morning was still bleak next day as the two readied up for the trip north to Athronal, they'd packed whatever they had left when the old horse healer approached them shortly before they reached the settlement's limits. "You two!" His kind old voice called out, stopping the two in their tracks. "Before you leave the people of this clan have a message for you to deliver once in Athroanl."
Richard looked at the puzzled vixen, the road and then back to the horse with a nod. "Please tell the king that we're going on the move again, we're being paid a small price by farmers to move so the land we have eaten to grass can be cultivated, naturally we don't mind and will be passing through the city in one week so the roads will need to be emptied for our hopefully quick passing through."
The dog was given a note just in case and then the two were allowed on their way through the rain after they finished giving some more thanks to the old horse. The beaten path was muddy and no roads were nearby which meant Richard was left with cold paws since he only had bracers on his ankles rather than the 'angled' boots most morphs wore, the horses had no need for anything thanks to their hooves.
"It was the boiling midpoint of summer yesterday, why is it suddenly as cold as the dead of winter?" Richard asked while not really expecting an answer back.
"Better question," the vixen started. "Why did you go out of your way to help me? I'm nothing but a... lost stranger." Her tone suggested something else but Richard didn't intrude and just gave a honest answer.
"Well, I guess because it felt wrong to leave you there with all the wolves hanging around and the knight I work under, Gabriel, would have my head if I dared leave an innocent person to die."
She smiled and turned away as nothing else was said until nightfall, when the rain finally let up enough that Richard could try to light a fire in the fog that had replaced it. Gathering firewood in the forest was no problem but after a half hour it still refused to light.
"This is hopeless!" the annoyed dog yelled, throwing his tinderbox to the ground. "Everything is soaked through and won't light!"
At that moment there was an odd, loud squeak and a ball of fire came out of the fog, the two of them froze expecting a monster to run at them but after a moment a tabby cat stumbled into the small camp while seemingly impervious to the dying flames.
"Edward!" Richard yelled, bolting to grab his friend in a tight hug. "Where have you been?!" It took a few moments for Edward to remove his enthusiastic friend; dogs were too friendly sometimes. "Well you hadn't shown up in two weeks so I master Oswald sent me to find you, he said his teleportation spells worked and they do!.. but my ability to create a dry web to keep any more rain off isn't too good since nothing happened."
Mary blinked and coughed while pointing to the lit fire. "You're not very good at magic are you?" she asked to which the feline started rubbing the back of his neck, "Well... yea, I'm only a novice and magic is hard but I'm getting there." he explained nervously; the tabby was often ridiculed for his poor magic.
"You can't ever get the right spell, are you sure you've even started?" Richard mocked jokingly, getting a glare from his friend before they settled down near the fire where the vixen introduced herself as Mary and claiming to be an out of stock merchant who was robbed by wolves. Richard tried to explain she could get compensated by the king but was cut off when Mary claimed to be independent rather than from a trading guild.
"It's a pity then" Richard mumbled, "You might be able to ask for aid but you'd probably be better off trying to join one of the guilds, they always need more people to help with the caravans and even I doubt they can turn down workers at the moment."
Mary only gave a nod to Richard before a loud pop grabbed the attention of both. Edward had brought an enchanted tent along which he had set it up and it being the magical thing it was the small tent which looked like it was probably not big enough for more than one person was able to easily fit the three of them which it soon did.
Richard seemed amazed "Edward why have I never been told of this wonderful tent?" the collie asked while taking a good look around. It was just a tent made from (presumably enchanted) cloth and sticks on the outside while inside it was big enough to contain a small study, presumably it's use was a home away from home for Edward's mentor Oswald.
The tent had been emptied for the trip prior and now contained a couple of bedrolls and some extra supplies as well as firewood and a tinderbox for lighting it. Mary was quick to grab one of the bedrolls and notify the two she was going to sleep, Richard led his own down as Edward left while mentioning something about cooking a small supper outside.
Breathing in the damp air the dog found it hard to sleep since not only had he forgotten what it was he'd been sent to find it would also not coming back with them and seeing Gabrial tomorrow would be the least of his problems as he needed to make sure Mary wasn't left on the streets, it wouldn't be right to leave her like that.
Time passed and Edward retuned to sleep leaving Richard alone, he needed strength tomorrow so it was best to forget about his troubles for now and get some sleep.
Well wasn't that a nice read? Right? Who cares, I have pizza! Here's Yighna's excerpt.
Throwing himself into a chair to wait Yighna started to mope, he so much wanted an end to his little problem and to being little but when your cells replicate perfectly rather than the usual imperfect way that allowed development it seemed unlikely.
Furry arms that had the same blue-grey fur as Yighna made him jump as he was pulled into a warm hug. “You should probably know, Yighna, that I've caught you washing you're bedsheets all month... I think it's time for another trip to the doctors.” the feline's mother, Veon, said, making sure to give him an extra tight cuddle he wouldn't be running from.
Interestingly enough Yighna's kind were short and bulky until they hit puberty, at which point they grew slimmer and beautiful, something they were well know for across the galaxy. Because of a freak radiation spill stopping the cat from ageing it meant he was stuck short and cute and bulky but at least he could still be picked up, something the cat secretly enjoyed as it made him feel safe.
“It's...” he paused, not wanting to confess he was wetting the bed over dreams, it was that or a doctor's visit though of which he'd had far too many, “I've been having bad dreams.” Yighna mumbled, hiding his face in shame while a paw moved to stroke around the back and side of his head.
That's it for this post. I'll make some new polls as well.
(Hint: Type pizza for Yighna's story first.)
Underdogs
Episode one: The meeting
By Thomas Walsh
Richard kept his canine ears perked as he tread through the dark forest carefully, the dog was without his good friend Edward and without his skills in herbalism a wound gone bad would be deadly before he had a chance to get back home to Athronal.
The sound of a stick breaking very close drew the hounds eyes to meet yellow orbs peering back at him through the darkness of night, startled he backed up and tripped over something as a long tail whipped the ground in front of him leaving only a little imprint in the dirt.
"What was that?!" Richard exclaimed out loud before something shoved his foot-paws and got up, a black figure in the darkness.
"You clumsy mutt!" a young woman's irate voice yelled in anger as the black figure twirled around to show a long pointy muzzle covered in rusty red fur while glowing cat-like eyes glared at the bewildered hound; he'd just trodden over a fox!
"I'm sorry! Something startled me and..." Richard sniffed the air curiously, he could smell blood and it quickly dragged his attention away. "Are you bleeding?" the dog asked with a worried sigh while looking over the fox vixen's form for any darker red he could pick out however the low light made it hard for him to see her colour at all.
"It's just a cut on my leg and why are you worried anyway? You stepped all over me!" the vixen yelled in a mad rage; taking paces towards Richard.
"Where are you when I need you Edward?" He asked thin air quickly as the fox advanced on him. "I didn't see you!" the dog exclaimed as an unexpectedly powerful paw grabbed the front of his plate armour and brought him close for a toothy growl that faded into very heavy breathing. A few silent seconds passed with nothing but the vixen's breathing to break the still; Richard didn't dare breath himself. Then something happened and it wasn't good; the vixen collapsed into his arms.
Giving her a shake did no good so Richard decided on the spot he'd carry her back to a horse settlement he'd seen and look for a healer; they were far from happy to have predators around however and it would be a very long night for the dog. "Why do I always get the short end of the stick..." Richard sighed as he set off on the trail back.
Arriving at the horse settlement early next day Richard was exhausted and soaked from sudden rain in the night which left him ready to collapse himself as he made his way past the many caravans the horses owned, most were asleep at this hour but some sat lazily on boxes or drinking ale while on watch for predators, mostly the barbaric wolves or the occasional mad big-cat who was out of their mind.
The settlement was a a large open plain of grassland that had several caravans the horses pulled themselves dotted about, ready to leave on a moments notice if the gentle giants accidentally intruded or saw danger. They didn't follow the dog kingdom and they refused strike an alliance with the feline republic as well; preferring to be completely indifferent and neutral.
Making his way over to a trailer with a large red plus painted on the dog gave the door a hard kick with a foot-paw, unable to move his arms lest he drop the vixen where he stood. A sound came from inside as the occupier scrambled to answer; an old horse with a greying mane yanked the door open and looked at the sorry sight of the much smaller dog and the vixen he held.
"Come inside, you both look half-dead." his old voice mumbled.
Inside the caravan bottles were stacked high in boxed shelves so they didn't have to be packed away when moving. A worn bed sat in the corner taking up most of the room while a tattered old rug covered much of the floor. "Set the vixen down on the bed so I can have a look at her." the old horse commanded; Richard did as he was told.
Placing her sleeping form on the comfy looking bed Richard longed to lay down and sleep himself, even if he would have had to share a bed; these thoughts were quickly drawn away as a string hand tugged on Richard's plate armour "You look tired so I'll take care of your friend while you have a nap?" the old horse offered, nodding to a worn but comfy and oversized chair. The dog thanked him and pulled off his uncomfortable armour to nap in the simple clothes he had on underneath.
Mary felt her head throbbing as she regained consciousness, the vixen tried to bolt upright but strong hands held her down while something cool and soothing was applied to the gash on her leg. "You don't know the dog do you?" An old voice questioned however Mary couldn't open her eyes to see who it belonged to. "No? Regardless he has done a smart thing by bringing you here, if he'd tried to make a dash for help in Athronal he'd have come back to find you dead, and if he'd tried to carry you then he'd have collapsed himself and you'd have fallen prey to some wolves in the area."
The hands stopped what they were doing and allowed the vixen up; it took her a few moments to open her eyes though. Seeing a horse she felt surprised and also relived since the horse clans were not fighters. Sitting in the corner a young and very soaked dog was asleep on the old horse's chair, he looked too young to be an adventurer and but he was old enough to be a squire. His matted black and white fur led the vixen to guess he was a collie which made little sense since the collies were farmers and not fighters.
The horse touched her shoulder, "You should rest as well, he carried you here through the rain all night non-stop so you could be treated. I've never seen such effort for a stranger but then again I think there are rumours about this dog floating about, I'll have to ask later and in the meantime you can rest up and make sure his effort wasn't wasted.". With a nod the vixen agreed and fell back onto the bed; she was asleep in seconds.
The morning was still bleak next day as the two readied up for the trip north to Athronal, they'd packed whatever they had left when the old horse healer approached them shortly before they reached the settlement's limits. "You two!" His kind old voice called out, stopping the two in their tracks. "Before you leave the people of this clan have a message for you to deliver once in Athroanl."
Richard looked at the puzzled vixen, the road and then back to the horse with a nod. "Please tell the king that we're going on the move again, we're being paid a small price by farmers to move so the land we have eaten to grass can be cultivated, naturally we don't mind and will be passing through the city in one week so the roads will need to be emptied for our hopefully quick passing through."
The dog was given a note just in case and then the two were allowed on their way through the rain after they finished giving some more thanks to the old horse. The beaten path was muddy and no roads were nearby which meant Richard was left with cold paws since he only had bracers on his ankles rather than the 'angled' boots most morphs wore, the horses had no need for anything thanks to their hooves.
"It was the boiling midpoint of summer yesterday, why is it suddenly as cold as the dead of winter?" Richard asked while not really expecting an answer back.
"Better question," the vixen started. "Why did you go out of your way to help me? I'm nothing but a... lost stranger." Her tone suggested something else but Richard didn't intrude and just gave a honest answer.
"Well, I guess because it felt wrong to leave you there with all the wolves hanging around and the knight I work under, Gabriel, would have my head if I dared leave an innocent person to die."
She smiled and turned away as nothing else was said until nightfall, when the rain finally let up enough that Richard could try to light a fire in the fog that had replaced it. Gathering firewood in the forest was no problem but after a half hour it still refused to light.
"This is hopeless!" the annoyed dog yelled, throwing his tinderbox to the ground. "Everything is soaked through and won't light!"
At that moment there was an odd, loud squeak and a ball of fire came out of the fog, the two of them froze expecting a monster to run at them but after a moment a tabby cat stumbled into the small camp while seemingly impervious to the dying flames.
"Edward!" Richard yelled, bolting to grab his friend in a tight hug. "Where have you been?!" It took a few moments for Edward to remove his enthusiastic friend; dogs were too friendly sometimes. "Well you hadn't shown up in two weeks so I master Oswald sent me to find you, he said his teleportation spells worked and they do!.. but my ability to create a dry web to keep any more rain off isn't too good since nothing happened."
Mary blinked and coughed while pointing to the lit fire. "You're not very good at magic are you?" she asked to which the feline started rubbing the back of his neck, "Well... yea, I'm only a novice and magic is hard but I'm getting there." he explained nervously; the tabby was often ridiculed for his poor magic.
"You can't ever get the right spell, are you sure you've even started?" Richard mocked jokingly, getting a glare from his friend before they settled down near the fire where the vixen introduced herself as Mary and claiming to be an out of stock merchant who was robbed by wolves. Richard tried to explain she could get compensated by the king but was cut off when Mary claimed to be independent rather than from a trading guild.
"It's a pity then" Richard mumbled, "You might be able to ask for aid but you'd probably be better off trying to join one of the guilds, they always need more people to help with the caravans and even I doubt they can turn down workers at the moment."
Mary only gave a nod to Richard before a loud pop grabbed the attention of both. Edward had brought an enchanted tent along which he had set it up and it being the magical thing it was the small tent which looked like it was probably not big enough for more than one person was able to easily fit the three of them which it soon did.
Richard seemed amazed "Edward why have I never been told of this wonderful tent?" the collie asked while taking a good look around. It was just a tent made from (presumably enchanted) cloth and sticks on the outside while inside it was big enough to contain a small study, presumably it's use was a home away from home for Edward's mentor Oswald.
The tent had been emptied for the trip prior and now contained a couple of bedrolls and some extra supplies as well as firewood and a tinderbox for lighting it. Mary was quick to grab one of the bedrolls and notify the two she was going to sleep, Richard led his own down as Edward left while mentioning something about cooking a small supper outside.
Breathing in the damp air the dog found it hard to sleep since not only had he forgotten what it was he'd been sent to find it would also not coming back with them and seeing Gabrial tomorrow would be the least of his problems as he needed to make sure Mary wasn't left on the streets, it wouldn't be right to leave her like that.
Time passed and Edward retuned to sleep leaving Richard alone, he needed strength tomorrow so it was best to forget about his troubles for now and get some sleep.
Well wasn't that a nice read? Right? Who cares, I have pizza! Here's Yighna's excerpt.
Throwing himself into a chair to wait Yighna started to mope, he so much wanted an end to his little problem and to being little but when your cells replicate perfectly rather than the usual imperfect way that allowed development it seemed unlikely.
Furry arms that had the same blue-grey fur as Yighna made him jump as he was pulled into a warm hug. “You should probably know, Yighna, that I've caught you washing you're bedsheets all month... I think it's time for another trip to the doctors.” the feline's mother, Veon, said, making sure to give him an extra tight cuddle he wouldn't be running from.
Interestingly enough Yighna's kind were short and bulky until they hit puberty, at which point they grew slimmer and beautiful, something they were well know for across the galaxy. Because of a freak radiation spill stopping the cat from ageing it meant he was stuck short and cute and bulky but at least he could still be picked up, something the cat secretly enjoyed as it made him feel safe.
“It's...” he paused, not wanting to confess he was wetting the bed over dreams, it was that or a doctor's visit though of which he'd had far too many, “I've been having bad dreams.” Yighna mumbled, hiding his face in shame while a paw moved to stroke around the back and side of his head.
That's it for this post. I'll make some new polls as well.
Saturday 23 July 2011
No activity to report
Hello readers, just checking in with still no interesting news, life has been a little slow lately and I've not been in the mood for writing, drawing or modelling for some time. I have however been looking at voxel modelling which seems to be very interesting. More updates to come!
Monday 14 March 2011
First part of 31'St century fantasy things is done.
The first chapter of that story is done and can be viewed here, and if you don't have a clue about the site it's work friendly with the option of revealing the non-work friendly junk after you register so it's safe for public viewing. (for the link-cautious of you)
Where's the next part of Dragon adventure? DA 's cahpter three is on the way, I occasionally need a break from one story so I start another for a little while, Dragon adventure is next on the list.
Keep in mind you may comment on something on my page from the current month to get a chance of picking the first reader poll. Get that grey matter working!
Where's the next part of Dragon adventure? DA 's cahpter three is on the way, I occasionally need a break from one story so I start another for a little while, Dragon adventure is next on the list.
Keep in mind you may comment on something on my page from the current month to get a chance of picking the first reader poll. Get that grey matter working!
Sunday 13 March 2011
Something new (Finally!)
This has been dead for a long since I've not been working on anything besides DA's chapter two and three (which I'm not posting here for privet reasons) and also because the very awesome Lukisod (from RolePlayGateWay) bought be COD:black-ops for a so far undisclosed reason.
In any case here is a story I'm working on to accompany a Roleplay on RPGW.Hope you guys like it and remember 2 things. 1) blgoger hates formatting of any kind and 2) this story is incomplete, this is only the first 3 pages copied and pasted from open office.
If you have decent to good writing skills why not join in the fun on the official roleplay? (why official? because everything is official with me)
31'st centurey fantasy things (pages 1-3)
By Thomas Walsh
The cold night air stung my nose as I walked out the space port onto snow covered slabs, The atmosphere generator was creating a false winter. for weeks I'd been waiting to get on a shuttle and meet Istinu, the elf who was offering me a room to rent on the new planet. It had been a rough trip since being a dragon the humans thought best to just shove me into a cage and label it as 'precious cargo' rather than thinking of anything smart but then again with the cobbled rights dragons had you couldn't expect anything halfway decent to be done for you.
He'd heard that you couldn't just fly anywhere on this planet, it made some sense as you didn't want to accidentally hit the surface bubble that kept the active atmosphere around the colony intact but at the same time you'd have to be blind or stupid to fly out that far. I decided to ignore the rules for tonight and just claim I was uniformed, spreading my wings I took to the skies.
It was colder up there than below but the cool wind in my face was refreshing after being stuck in a cage for half a day, I didn't have to worry about actual luggage much since everything I owned was in a couple side-packs that I could reach at any time, even when flying. Checking a map I quickly found my new home on street 222. I'd never been very good at the touch down and snow was sent flying after I barely managed to stay standing.
Trudging through the oddly thick snow I knocked on the door of house 16, humans weren't being as big on names as they had been on Terra but it was probably because the project to colonise the planet was still in the early stages. I waited for a few minutes but no one came and I was getting cold. I knocked on the door again with a scaly red paw as I began to shiver, it felt like things were getting colder.
The door finally opened and an elven woman began yelling about the time until she noticed what was at her door, she was probably not expecting to be stood face to face with a dragon. After explaining who I was she invited me inside while muttering about how small I was, the human's breeding programs involving dragons aimed to make us smaller and we had no place to complain since they had been giving us food and shelter after the magic seal collapsed.
The years following the collapse of the magic seal, an ancient artefact that allowed us to make use of mana were strewn with calamity, as humans had chosen technology they were fine but the elves no longer had their magic and were forced under a human rule and the dwarves who's war machines were also magical in nature stopped working, they were also forced into the human empire.
Dragons however had remained hidden for years and watched as the human's empire developed, it was when our numbers had dwindled to a shocking level we finally accepted we'd have to join the humans and gave ourselves up, the humans classed us as lowly beasts still but decided to save the individual breeds of dragons by using breeding projects, they were devious however and changed us for their own use, making dragons smaller and less deadly until we were as tall as the average person when sat and about as deadly as any other animal they knew of which was to say, not very.
It was only when news was leaked they planned to 'domesticate' us into pets that things changed, there was a small, short war between dragon and human where we got beaten into submission by the powerful technology the humans had. They decided we were simply too violent to be pets and after an agreement was reached they made laws to protect dragons before releasing us into their new empire on the new planet.
I shook my body as I followed the elf into her home through a small hallway, it was much warmer than outside and a warm fire was blazing away in the corner of the combined kitchen and living room. “Hey, you can collapse... well anywhere you'll fit, if you want” Istinu said probably being able to tell how tired I was.
I was very tired as well, I hadn't slept the previous night and the whole flight hoping I'd be able to sleep easier. “Your room's the first on the right” the elf said, handing me a digital key and pointing to a door in the hallway that lead into the house. Getting through the door was no problem since a dragon's front paws were as dexterous as any humanoid hand but the small room had a dresser, desk and a rather flimsy looking wooden bed with a window above it.
It didn't take Istinu long to guess the problem and she began apologising for the lack of space in my room. I eventually managed to convince her it didn't matter to a dragon by lying that I'd be able sleep on the floor and and still be well rested. She went to bed herself and I tried to stretch out on a rug so I could have my wings out but I really didn't have the space so I chose to curl up on the sofa instead.
A clock on the wall ticked by silently as sleep refused to come to me, I shifted every few minutes trying to get comfortable but it was futile, I finally gave up and decided to go for a walk when the clock had hit 5:30. locking the door was easy with the key that Istinu gave to me as it turned out to work for the whole house.
I could see a shop nearby and checking the map to see what it was got met with confusion as it wasn't actually listed anywhere on the key. With nothing else to do I decided to check it out, walking aroud the street corner gave me a good enough view to see it was a shop called 'd-stop: dragon supplies', seemed like the perfect place to go.
The shop was filled with the only thing most dragons ate and other supplies like food bowls and bedding, it even had toys for whelps so it was a pretty complete place. There was a dragon with very dark, shiny, purple scales asleep by a counter, I decided to let them have a few more minutes of sleep and browsed the shop in silence. Eventually I stopped and looked at the many tins of 'dragon chow' and attempted to decide whether I should pick a certain flavour or just buy them in the prettiest colours since they all had no actual taste to them.
“Looking for something newblood?“ A female's voiced queried while thoroughly shocking me in the process. “Uh... just thinking what flavour I'll get, not that it matters” I stuttered while speaking not because the female had, frankly the most beautiful scales I'd ever seen but because she'd called me a newblood. New blood dragons were dragons that were older than whelps but still very inexperienced in most things. Even if you were smart though you remained a newblood if you were under 2 and a half dragon years.
For some reason or another we dragons had made a hobby of comparing human and dragon years accurately, At present it was decided there was about a decade to a dragon year which kind of worked since dragons reached adult-hood by about 1 and a half dragon years. I disliked the system however as I was exactly 2 dragon years and therefore a newblood.
“I'm Tal... I guess you have a name to share too right?” The dragoness asked rather bluntly. For a second I thought of keeping quite but I still had to buy some stuff and it seemed a good idea to stay in the shop keepers good graces “My name is Kame, I got here hours ago so please can I just buy some stuff and get home” I disliked begging and thankfully Tal didn't hold the act against me.
“You're on a government budget I take it?” she asked as she grabbed a few things from around the shop and put them on the counter. “Yes, I need a quick check-up and then I'm going to try and get a job tomorrow but you know how it is for dragons” I replied as I watched Tal grab more stuff.
“Well... good luck I guess but I'll let you know there's nothing around here for dragons to do, not sure if it's a newsflash but the humans only want to keep us safe to make themselves look good” while Tal explained I looked over what she'd grabbed. There was a few tins of dragon chow; a new bowl; some bedding; something called 'scale shine' and an odd, pink coloured ball.
I gave Tal a funny look for a few seconds which prompted her to explain “well it's no secret you're a tail biter, if your new you must have come by shuttle and that would drive any dragon mad”. I had nothing to say in reply because she was correct, it had been a horrible flight and my tail was missing a few scales now but I'd have preferred it if she'd asked me first.
“Thanks for the concern but I really don't need this” I announced bluntly as I tried to grab I and take it back, Tal was quicker than me though and threw it through a scanner. I tried to find words but gave up however when she seemed to pay for it out of her own pocket.
“Just give it a chew, and don't swallow it” She instructed, throwing the now unpackaged ball at me.
It was probably instinct that let me catch It the first time and when I did it astonished me, something in the ball mixed with my saliva and turned it into a strawberry flavoured solution. Needless to say I wasn't complaining and it left me only able to say “Wow...” for a few seconds.
I paid for my things and Tal offered to help move the bulky bedding home for me since a weeks worth of dragon food was heavy enough as it was and also because she apparently had to close the shop for a few hours until her father came to take over for the day shift. I was mostly quiet on the way back whilst Tal tried to clue me in on local gossip about people I didn't know and things I didn't care about, I was feeling very tired again.
After getting the bedding off Tal and putting the food away for later I saw her to the door, thanked her and watched her leave. Checking the clock I realised it was now 6 In the morning. Deciding to make the most of the last few hours I had I moved istinu's sofa to make room for the bedding, which I threw into a big, tangled heap which I practically dove into. Grabbing the included pillow I rubbed my head against it and eventually found sleep.
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In any case here is a story I'm working on to accompany a Roleplay on RPGW.Hope you guys like it and remember 2 things. 1) blgoger hates formatting of any kind and 2) this story is incomplete, this is only the first 3 pages copied and pasted from open office.
If you have decent to good writing skills why not join in the fun on the official roleplay? (why official? because everything is official with me)
31'st centurey fantasy things (pages 1-3)
By Thomas Walsh
The cold night air stung my nose as I walked out the space port onto snow covered slabs, The atmosphere generator was creating a false winter. for weeks I'd been waiting to get on a shuttle and meet Istinu, the elf who was offering me a room to rent on the new planet. It had been a rough trip since being a dragon the humans thought best to just shove me into a cage and label it as 'precious cargo' rather than thinking of anything smart but then again with the cobbled rights dragons had you couldn't expect anything halfway decent to be done for you.
He'd heard that you couldn't just fly anywhere on this planet, it made some sense as you didn't want to accidentally hit the surface bubble that kept the active atmosphere around the colony intact but at the same time you'd have to be blind or stupid to fly out that far. I decided to ignore the rules for tonight and just claim I was uniformed, spreading my wings I took to the skies.
It was colder up there than below but the cool wind in my face was refreshing after being stuck in a cage for half a day, I didn't have to worry about actual luggage much since everything I owned was in a couple side-packs that I could reach at any time, even when flying. Checking a map I quickly found my new home on street 222. I'd never been very good at the touch down and snow was sent flying after I barely managed to stay standing.
Trudging through the oddly thick snow I knocked on the door of house 16, humans weren't being as big on names as they had been on Terra but it was probably because the project to colonise the planet was still in the early stages. I waited for a few minutes but no one came and I was getting cold. I knocked on the door again with a scaly red paw as I began to shiver, it felt like things were getting colder.
The door finally opened and an elven woman began yelling about the time until she noticed what was at her door, she was probably not expecting to be stood face to face with a dragon. After explaining who I was she invited me inside while muttering about how small I was, the human's breeding programs involving dragons aimed to make us smaller and we had no place to complain since they had been giving us food and shelter after the magic seal collapsed.
The years following the collapse of the magic seal, an ancient artefact that allowed us to make use of mana were strewn with calamity, as humans had chosen technology they were fine but the elves no longer had their magic and were forced under a human rule and the dwarves who's war machines were also magical in nature stopped working, they were also forced into the human empire.
Dragons however had remained hidden for years and watched as the human's empire developed, it was when our numbers had dwindled to a shocking level we finally accepted we'd have to join the humans and gave ourselves up, the humans classed us as lowly beasts still but decided to save the individual breeds of dragons by using breeding projects, they were devious however and changed us for their own use, making dragons smaller and less deadly until we were as tall as the average person when sat and about as deadly as any other animal they knew of which was to say, not very.
It was only when news was leaked they planned to 'domesticate' us into pets that things changed, there was a small, short war between dragon and human where we got beaten into submission by the powerful technology the humans had. They decided we were simply too violent to be pets and after an agreement was reached they made laws to protect dragons before releasing us into their new empire on the new planet.
I shook my body as I followed the elf into her home through a small hallway, it was much warmer than outside and a warm fire was blazing away in the corner of the combined kitchen and living room. “Hey, you can collapse... well anywhere you'll fit, if you want” Istinu said probably being able to tell how tired I was.
I was very tired as well, I hadn't slept the previous night and the whole flight hoping I'd be able to sleep easier. “Your room's the first on the right” the elf said, handing me a digital key and pointing to a door in the hallway that lead into the house. Getting through the door was no problem since a dragon's front paws were as dexterous as any humanoid hand but the small room had a dresser, desk and a rather flimsy looking wooden bed with a window above it.
It didn't take Istinu long to guess the problem and she began apologising for the lack of space in my room. I eventually managed to convince her it didn't matter to a dragon by lying that I'd be able sleep on the floor and and still be well rested. She went to bed herself and I tried to stretch out on a rug so I could have my wings out but I really didn't have the space so I chose to curl up on the sofa instead.
A clock on the wall ticked by silently as sleep refused to come to me, I shifted every few minutes trying to get comfortable but it was futile, I finally gave up and decided to go for a walk when the clock had hit 5:30. locking the door was easy with the key that Istinu gave to me as it turned out to work for the whole house.
I could see a shop nearby and checking the map to see what it was got met with confusion as it wasn't actually listed anywhere on the key. With nothing else to do I decided to check it out, walking aroud the street corner gave me a good enough view to see it was a shop called 'd-stop: dragon supplies', seemed like the perfect place to go.
The shop was filled with the only thing most dragons ate and other supplies like food bowls and bedding, it even had toys for whelps so it was a pretty complete place. There was a dragon with very dark, shiny, purple scales asleep by a counter, I decided to let them have a few more minutes of sleep and browsed the shop in silence. Eventually I stopped and looked at the many tins of 'dragon chow' and attempted to decide whether I should pick a certain flavour or just buy them in the prettiest colours since they all had no actual taste to them.
“Looking for something newblood?“ A female's voiced queried while thoroughly shocking me in the process. “Uh... just thinking what flavour I'll get, not that it matters” I stuttered while speaking not because the female had, frankly the most beautiful scales I'd ever seen but because she'd called me a newblood. New blood dragons were dragons that were older than whelps but still very inexperienced in most things. Even if you were smart though you remained a newblood if you were under 2 and a half dragon years.
For some reason or another we dragons had made a hobby of comparing human and dragon years accurately, At present it was decided there was about a decade to a dragon year which kind of worked since dragons reached adult-hood by about 1 and a half dragon years. I disliked the system however as I was exactly 2 dragon years and therefore a newblood.
“I'm Tal... I guess you have a name to share too right?” The dragoness asked rather bluntly. For a second I thought of keeping quite but I still had to buy some stuff and it seemed a good idea to stay in the shop keepers good graces “My name is Kame, I got here hours ago so please can I just buy some stuff and get home” I disliked begging and thankfully Tal didn't hold the act against me.
“You're on a government budget I take it?” she asked as she grabbed a few things from around the shop and put them on the counter. “Yes, I need a quick check-up and then I'm going to try and get a job tomorrow but you know how it is for dragons” I replied as I watched Tal grab more stuff.
“Well... good luck I guess but I'll let you know there's nothing around here for dragons to do, not sure if it's a newsflash but the humans only want to keep us safe to make themselves look good” while Tal explained I looked over what she'd grabbed. There was a few tins of dragon chow; a new bowl; some bedding; something called 'scale shine' and an odd, pink coloured ball.
I gave Tal a funny look for a few seconds which prompted her to explain “well it's no secret you're a tail biter, if your new you must have come by shuttle and that would drive any dragon mad”. I had nothing to say in reply because she was correct, it had been a horrible flight and my tail was missing a few scales now but I'd have preferred it if she'd asked me first.
“Thanks for the concern but I really don't need this” I announced bluntly as I tried to grab I and take it back, Tal was quicker than me though and threw it through a scanner. I tried to find words but gave up however when she seemed to pay for it out of her own pocket.
“Just give it a chew, and don't swallow it” She instructed, throwing the now unpackaged ball at me.
It was probably instinct that let me catch It the first time and when I did it astonished me, something in the ball mixed with my saliva and turned it into a strawberry flavoured solution. Needless to say I wasn't complaining and it left me only able to say “Wow...” for a few seconds.
I paid for my things and Tal offered to help move the bulky bedding home for me since a weeks worth of dragon food was heavy enough as it was and also because she apparently had to close the shop for a few hours until her father came to take over for the day shift. I was mostly quiet on the way back whilst Tal tried to clue me in on local gossip about people I didn't know and things I didn't care about, I was feeling very tired again.
After getting the bedding off Tal and putting the food away for later I saw her to the door, thanked her and watched her leave. Checking the clock I realised it was now 6 In the morning. Deciding to make the most of the last few hours I had I moved istinu's sofa to make room for the bedding, which I threw into a big, tangled heap which I practically dove into. Grabbing the included pillow I rubbed my head against it and eventually found sleep.
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Sunday 30 January 2011
A dragon comic
Wednesday 26 January 2011
Where have I been? What have I done? why haven't I posted that promised poll story yet?
The answer is I've been on a foundation learning course, I've been trying different things and the poll story isn't coming. Sorry but I got some sort of 'glee high' from finishing a story chapter and thought I'd be able to do that.
In any case I've got a project in the works alongside Dragon adventure. This story involves a poor cat morph and her son, from the perspective of the son who is bullied regularly. I know how that stuff feels but I never really had anyone to talk to besides friends, and if I wanted a hug forget it, I'm prudish and unsure how it happened.
The basic elements are secondary school, love, family and hardship, there's trouble brewing for the kitties though as a law will soon be passed that states all single mothers must have a supportive mate lest their children be re-homed into wealthier families.
Did I forget to mention a virus devastated fertility rates?
Leave a comment with questions and thoughts if you like, I'll try to have something to post by next Monday but it's not a grantee I'm afraid.
In any case I've got a project in the works alongside Dragon adventure. This story involves a poor cat morph and her son, from the perspective of the son who is bullied regularly. I know how that stuff feels but I never really had anyone to talk to besides friends, and if I wanted a hug forget it, I'm prudish and unsure how it happened.
The basic elements are secondary school, love, family and hardship, there's trouble brewing for the kitties though as a law will soon be passed that states all single mothers must have a supportive mate lest their children be re-homed into wealthier families.
Did I forget to mention a virus devastated fertility rates?
Leave a comment with questions and thoughts if you like, I'll try to have something to post by next Monday but it's not a grantee I'm afraid.
Monday 10 January 2011
Dragon adventure part one
First part of that story, sorry it was late but blogger decided it didn't want to remember me any more.
Dragon adventure part one
By Thomas Walsh
“Every adventure starts small, dragon. Just as you are small now yet, when you grow” An old man's voice rang in my head, I opened my eyes to a cloaked figure in the darkness, he was cradling me in one of his arms, reading a book with the other. “You've a way to go before I see you again and I hope that it's not any time soon. Do not falter little dragon” Everything suddenly turned bright and I struggled to stay, awake eventually giving in to the light.
* * *
“Have a little accident did we?” A young man asked me, I shook my head and sat up, I was in the kitchen of the large manor I called home. “you've been nothing but trouble, even before I found your egg in that wasteland” the man noted, pointing to a pile of pots and pans strewn about the floor. “How the master will react when I present you to him is a guess only the gods could make. It's been quiet while he was seeing his family, hope he brings back some interesting news. You know he said I'd get this manor some day too. Said I'm like a son to him.” His conversation was broken suddenly though with the sound of rattling and I looked up only to see a loose bored fall more things falling my way. There was nothing but a crushing pain. A voice echoed though my head “Will you teach me more words tomorrow?”
* * *
My ears perked up as the sound of a chain rattling along the ground with footsteps woke me from an uneasy sleep. “it's a lovely day today, a I'd love to say anyway, how good you blood is in the morning” the clear, monotonous voice of my 'master' said as he opened my cage. I'd been dreaming again. I got up franticly, trying to greet my master, to tell him about my dreams but I only got kicked in the side for stepping out of line.
He inspect the regurgitated mess of what was last nights dinner in the middle of the room. “Lords, the smell. Why haven't you eaten?” he asked me, however I couldn't find my voice to answer his question. “Speak you useless, green mutt!” He yelled whilst drawing a sword to point at my throat.
“Uh, I couldn't eat it!” I squealed, curling further into my corner and hiding my scaly snout under my tail. “Dragons... heh, majestic is the last word to I'd use describe them” The fanged man said as he left, leaving me in the damp dark room again, I padded over to the door and rubbed my head against the cold metal before curling up next to it, I knew who the man in my dreams used to be.
It wasn't long before he returned though, and this time he was hungry, I pulled off the floor and slammed against the cold brick wall with my master's crimson red eyes searching for spots on my neck where the scales were weak. Pain flourished through my body as his fangs pierced my skin and drew blood. After a while I began to feel nauseous but he soon finished and I was thrown aside as he wandered off. Sobbing for hours while stinging, bloody teeth marks made me cry for a mother who wouldn't come.
After eventually crying myself to the point of sleep I noticed something that brought me back to my senses, the door had been left open. For the first time in who knew how long I had a chance to escape, padding softly out the room I nearly collapsed, I felt so weak that it almost seemed like I was in a bad dream.
I struggled along whilst using the wall for support, after making it about 30 steps from my room I collapsed, it seemed impossible to continue until the sound of footsteps gave me one last push. Painfully I tried to hurry around a corner whilst the voice of a woman asked who was there, I led down and curled up with my tongue hanging out, trying to look as dead as possible.
There was a scream and then the sound of rushing feet away from where I was, getting back on my feet I continued to struggle again. Having no idea which way I should go I headed upwards, I had wings so I should have been able to fly. My heart was thumping madly in my chest as I Climbed some stairs, I wasn't feeling as weak as before but I was scared all the same, if I got found I'd be thrown back into my room and it would be who knew how long before I got another chance to escape.
There was no door at the top of the stairs and a strong wind blew through the archway, I'd never felt anything like it before and it seemed like it could throw me off the the top of this tower. “Well, your a naughty little dragon aren't you” The angry voice of my washed over me, I turned my head to see him stood by the archway, a gun in his hand. Backing away I didn't dare think about what he would do if he caught me.
He lunged at me and everything seemed to slow to a crawl, I could fear trying to pull me down as my foot touched the edge of the tower, with nothing else I could do I threw myself at him trying to clamp my jaws around his outstretched arm.
There was a scream of pain from the fanged man who grabbed hold of my neck, trying to pull me off, he threw me into some boxes, along with a chunk of his arm. Shaking my head I slipped over the edge, only just managing to cling on to a jutting stone. My master stood with a look of great pain on his face and a pistol pointed at me. I had nowhere to go but down so taking a deep breath I threw myself away from the tower. “No, Get back here. you Bastard!” I heard my master yell at the top of his lungs.
I flapped my wings, flapped them as hard as I could but it wasn't enough as I realised what was wrong. My wings were too small for flying and tears began to stream down my face with the thought I'd die here firmly stuck in my head. But somehow this wasn't the end, something gripped me around the belly, winding me but stopping my fall. I kept my eyes closed as I continued weeping in a scared stupor.
When I finally did find the courage to open my eyes I immediately wished I hadn't, whatever had hold of me let go, throwing me into a market. Pain coursed through me as I felt something pierce one of my wings and something else stab my leg as I crashed through several stalls.
Rolling over painfully I caught a glimpse of something huge, and as black as the night sky flying into the distance, My breathing became deeper and I closed my eyes hoping that the pain would go away soon.
* * *
“Tanks for the help again” A distant woman , My head was spinning as I groaned, it felt like I'd been sick again. “it's not a problem Elaine, I'd look behind you though” A man's calm voice replied just before a door could be heard closing. Footsteps echoed and then I felt hand touch my neck and in fright I shuffled into a wall causing myself pain.
“Hey don't move around, your too much of a mess to be doing anything” The woman called Elaine cautioned, I did as I was told and stayed still. “I'm going to take a quick look at you okay?” Before I had a chance to say no however she began rub and poke my head and neck making me cringe. She kept this up, I stayed as still as I could until she'd finished checking me all over, after she finished she promised me she'd bring me some food for being good.
I felt odd, being told I'd been good. My master had always told me I was useless and sad so being called something nice almost made me feel warm inside. I led there for a while, eventually covering myself with straw. I was almost asleep when l I heard Elaine again. “Dragon? I brought you a little food” My ears pricked up through the straw, followed closely by my head and and half my neck.
Elaine had a smile on her face, smiles usually meant something bad for me though and I ducked into the straw again. “Hey, come on what's wrong?” Elaine asked, pushing straw away from my face. “A big thing like you isn't afraid of me are you” she questioned, taking my head and holding it in her arms.
I didn't know why she was being nice to me and not hitting me or drinking my blood like that horrible fanged man had. I couldn't control myself and began sobbing wildly with Elaine rubbing my head until I calmed down and then she made me tell her everything that had happened.
Elaine looked worried for a few moments and then she got up “I've got some things to do, don't move around too much and try to eat that meat while I'm gone” she ordered, leaving the room and closing a heavy wooden door behind her, leaving me by myself again.
I noticed the meat she left in the room for me, I'd always had trouble eating meat and I'd brought it back up the last time I tried to eat however I wasn't likely to get much else so I began to try and rip off pieces of meat. I'd seen my teeth though, they were square and didn't cut well.
* * *
“This is your emergency Elaine?! I thought I told you before, dragons aren't permitted inside the city limits. Where did you get him?” Someone raged nearby, I knew I was in trouble for something now. “your being cruel Orodreth! Something threw him into the lysian market last night and I couldn't just let him die, I sent a few letters and now he's under council protection until he can leave and your going to help me identify him.
I looked through the straw to see an odd man stood with Elaine, He was very thin and his skin was very dark, his face was odd too. It was very clean and seemed to glow, much like his golden eyes.
The elaborately dressed man walked over to me cleared away some of the straw, I tried to duck under more straw but I'd already hit a wall. “Elaine, remind me again. Did you say this vampire had a pet dragon or was it he was keeping a dragon as a pet?” Elaine replied with ferocity, telling him not to act smart. Meanwhile I'd moved into a corner, I was feeling very ill again.
“I don't act smart, I am smart” the man boasted, his tone soon turned to disgust when however, Horrid half digested lumps of meat seemed to force themselves up my throat, they hit the ground, making a mess and causing me to feel weak.
“Lord!.. Ahem, It's a...uh Green dragon, a mammalian type of dragon, looks like he's never fed ether so he was probably stolen or abandoned” I didn't like the sound of what he was saying so I covered myself in straw again while Elaine piped up “So he's a... puppy dragon?” she asked, I mouthed the word slowly, I didn't want really believe, I knew I'd been around too long to be just a puppy.
“Yes, if it worries you about feeding him you could probably find some half baked attempt at replicating dragon milk on the black market, won't do him any good but it'll tide him over until you can get rid of him.” the man explained, his tone made me feel like something bad so I didn't like him already.
Elaine slammed the door shut after he left, “I hate that pompous big headed elf” she said, sounding very angry indeed. She didn't seem to calm down for the remainder of the day when she showed up to give me water and check some bandages she'd put on me after the elf left. Eventually I managed to ask a question that had been bothering me for hours.
“So are you going to get rid of me like the elf said?” I asked, though feeling very stupid just for asking. Elaine paused for a few seconds before replying “Don't worry about what that elf said, he's just a pompous old fart who thinks he knows everything” She smiled again and gave me another hug, she sat with me, stroking me and making me feel warm inside.
I let out a long yawn, even though I hadn't done anything today I was still tired. “I'll let you go to sleep, your body's working very hard to heal you know.” Elaine said, rubbing the side of my head, which I was resting on her lap now. “I'll see you in the morning” She said, throwing pieces of straw over me. She kissed the end of my snout before she left, I could hardly keep my eyes open as it was so sleeping was very welcome.
* * *
I opened one eye slowly, everything was bright and misty but at the same time there was a dark haze. “So sad... Have you said your goodbyes dragon?” Both my eyes shot open, it was the voice of the cloaked man. He wasn't talking to me though, this time he was talking to a green dragon whose head he was cradling. “I can't do anything else for him, if he screams hard enough someone might hear him though”
I struggled to my feet, I had to ask them what was going on. I quickly found it hard to walk, my legs all seemed too weak to carry me, and I couldn't say anything to get their attention, as I tried nothing came out but dragon calls. I began screaming, I knew the cloaked man could help me, he must have before.
“We're out of time, I'm sorry for your loss dragon but you must move on, you'll go to a better place. You're withered and dying for him, it's the least you deserve”. Before I could anything everything turned blurry and dark until I couldn't see, I couldn't stay awake any longer.
* * *
One of my front paws was hanging in something warm and wet and I could feel something rubbing my side, looking to my side I saw Elaine was bathing me, I complained in calls again, feeling too drowsy to think of human words at the moment. “Sorry if I woke you up your little majesty but you needed a bath, I'd never smelled something so bad. So did you sleep well?”
I thought of telling her about my dreams but decided against it, she'd left me alone last time I told her something and I didn't want her to leave soon. “Yea, was good” I said, trying to put on a smile. “Oh I nearly forgot to ask, how are you feeling today?” Elaine asked. “Everything's sore” I complained, looking at my the pink flesh of my paw. Elaine immediately explained ,“Sorry, we thought it was bleeding and the scales got in the way, turns out they were just bloody scales but at least they paid for us to take care of you”.
“I thought you said I couldn't stay though?” I asked, remembering what she'd said before. “uh, let me see...” I cocked my head at her, wondering what she was thinking ”ah, I got special permission to look after you until you're well enough to leave, that make sense?” I nodded my head and let her get on with bathing me, it was starting to feel nice anyway.
After drying me Elaine stay around to play with me but eventually she said she had to go for a while, I didn't want her to go but she changed my mind when she said she was getting me something to eat, I just hoped that she didn't bring meat, I didn't think I could eat it any more.
* * *
I'd been having a nap in the straw until a loud clattering near the door startled me, popping my head out I saw two short men carrying a large bucket while Elaine directed them. “Okay just leave it by the straw, that's where he likes to hide.” The two men did as they were told and dropped the bucket next to me, a strong smelling, thick, bright blue liquid was inside. “Okay that'll do, thanks again for the help” Elaine showed the two men to the door and they left, talking about something called stout.
I looked at the stuff until Elaine came over “Drink that up, it should do you good if those dwarves knew what they were doing”. Whatever it was it smelled really sweet, I dipped my tongue into the mysterious liquid. It tasted extraordinarily sweet and made me feel slightly warmer, I didn't hesitate to lap it up as quickly as possible for me. Elaine stood watching me, a couple of times she even pulled me away from my feed because she said I was drinking it too fast.
Elaine dragged the empty bucket into a corner and came back over to me. “Try to get some sleep, it's the best way for you to get better at the moment” I tried to complain and say “No” however a deep yawn had other plans. Elaine started throwing the straw over me again and then sat down next to me, I groaned, feeling tired as she began stroking my head like before. For once I was happy to go to sleep.
Dragon adventure part one
By Thomas Walsh
“Every adventure starts small, dragon. Just as you are small now yet, when you grow” An old man's voice rang in my head, I opened my eyes to a cloaked figure in the darkness, he was cradling me in one of his arms, reading a book with the other. “You've a way to go before I see you again and I hope that it's not any time soon. Do not falter little dragon” Everything suddenly turned bright and I struggled to stay, awake eventually giving in to the light.
* * *
“Have a little accident did we?” A young man asked me, I shook my head and sat up, I was in the kitchen of the large manor I called home. “you've been nothing but trouble, even before I found your egg in that wasteland” the man noted, pointing to a pile of pots and pans strewn about the floor. “How the master will react when I present you to him is a guess only the gods could make. It's been quiet while he was seeing his family, hope he brings back some interesting news. You know he said I'd get this manor some day too. Said I'm like a son to him.” His conversation was broken suddenly though with the sound of rattling and I looked up only to see a loose bored fall more things falling my way. There was nothing but a crushing pain. A voice echoed though my head “Will you teach me more words tomorrow?”
* * *
My ears perked up as the sound of a chain rattling along the ground with footsteps woke me from an uneasy sleep. “it's a lovely day today, a I'd love to say anyway, how good you blood is in the morning” the clear, monotonous voice of my 'master' said as he opened my cage. I'd been dreaming again. I got up franticly, trying to greet my master, to tell him about my dreams but I only got kicked in the side for stepping out of line.
He inspect the regurgitated mess of what was last nights dinner in the middle of the room. “Lords, the smell. Why haven't you eaten?” he asked me, however I couldn't find my voice to answer his question. “Speak you useless, green mutt!” He yelled whilst drawing a sword to point at my throat.
“Uh, I couldn't eat it!” I squealed, curling further into my corner and hiding my scaly snout under my tail. “Dragons... heh, majestic is the last word to I'd use describe them” The fanged man said as he left, leaving me in the damp dark room again, I padded over to the door and rubbed my head against the cold metal before curling up next to it, I knew who the man in my dreams used to be.
It wasn't long before he returned though, and this time he was hungry, I pulled off the floor and slammed against the cold brick wall with my master's crimson red eyes searching for spots on my neck where the scales were weak. Pain flourished through my body as his fangs pierced my skin and drew blood. After a while I began to feel nauseous but he soon finished and I was thrown aside as he wandered off. Sobbing for hours while stinging, bloody teeth marks made me cry for a mother who wouldn't come.
After eventually crying myself to the point of sleep I noticed something that brought me back to my senses, the door had been left open. For the first time in who knew how long I had a chance to escape, padding softly out the room I nearly collapsed, I felt so weak that it almost seemed like I was in a bad dream.
I struggled along whilst using the wall for support, after making it about 30 steps from my room I collapsed, it seemed impossible to continue until the sound of footsteps gave me one last push. Painfully I tried to hurry around a corner whilst the voice of a woman asked who was there, I led down and curled up with my tongue hanging out, trying to look as dead as possible.
There was a scream and then the sound of rushing feet away from where I was, getting back on my feet I continued to struggle again. Having no idea which way I should go I headed upwards, I had wings so I should have been able to fly. My heart was thumping madly in my chest as I Climbed some stairs, I wasn't feeling as weak as before but I was scared all the same, if I got found I'd be thrown back into my room and it would be who knew how long before I got another chance to escape.
There was no door at the top of the stairs and a strong wind blew through the archway, I'd never felt anything like it before and it seemed like it could throw me off the the top of this tower. “Well, your a naughty little dragon aren't you” The angry voice of my washed over me, I turned my head to see him stood by the archway, a gun in his hand. Backing away I didn't dare think about what he would do if he caught me.
He lunged at me and everything seemed to slow to a crawl, I could fear trying to pull me down as my foot touched the edge of the tower, with nothing else I could do I threw myself at him trying to clamp my jaws around his outstretched arm.
There was a scream of pain from the fanged man who grabbed hold of my neck, trying to pull me off, he threw me into some boxes, along with a chunk of his arm. Shaking my head I slipped over the edge, only just managing to cling on to a jutting stone. My master stood with a look of great pain on his face and a pistol pointed at me. I had nowhere to go but down so taking a deep breath I threw myself away from the tower. “No, Get back here. you Bastard!” I heard my master yell at the top of his lungs.
I flapped my wings, flapped them as hard as I could but it wasn't enough as I realised what was wrong. My wings were too small for flying and tears began to stream down my face with the thought I'd die here firmly stuck in my head. But somehow this wasn't the end, something gripped me around the belly, winding me but stopping my fall. I kept my eyes closed as I continued weeping in a scared stupor.
When I finally did find the courage to open my eyes I immediately wished I hadn't, whatever had hold of me let go, throwing me into a market. Pain coursed through me as I felt something pierce one of my wings and something else stab my leg as I crashed through several stalls.
Rolling over painfully I caught a glimpse of something huge, and as black as the night sky flying into the distance, My breathing became deeper and I closed my eyes hoping that the pain would go away soon.
* * *
“Tanks for the help again” A distant woman , My head was spinning as I groaned, it felt like I'd been sick again. “it's not a problem Elaine, I'd look behind you though” A man's calm voice replied just before a door could be heard closing. Footsteps echoed and then I felt hand touch my neck and in fright I shuffled into a wall causing myself pain.
“Hey don't move around, your too much of a mess to be doing anything” The woman called Elaine cautioned, I did as I was told and stayed still. “I'm going to take a quick look at you okay?” Before I had a chance to say no however she began rub and poke my head and neck making me cringe. She kept this up, I stayed as still as I could until she'd finished checking me all over, after she finished she promised me she'd bring me some food for being good.
I felt odd, being told I'd been good. My master had always told me I was useless and sad so being called something nice almost made me feel warm inside. I led there for a while, eventually covering myself with straw. I was almost asleep when l I heard Elaine again. “Dragon? I brought you a little food” My ears pricked up through the straw, followed closely by my head and and half my neck.
Elaine had a smile on her face, smiles usually meant something bad for me though and I ducked into the straw again. “Hey, come on what's wrong?” Elaine asked, pushing straw away from my face. “A big thing like you isn't afraid of me are you” she questioned, taking my head and holding it in her arms.
I didn't know why she was being nice to me and not hitting me or drinking my blood like that horrible fanged man had. I couldn't control myself and began sobbing wildly with Elaine rubbing my head until I calmed down and then she made me tell her everything that had happened.
Elaine looked worried for a few moments and then she got up “I've got some things to do, don't move around too much and try to eat that meat while I'm gone” she ordered, leaving the room and closing a heavy wooden door behind her, leaving me by myself again.
I noticed the meat she left in the room for me, I'd always had trouble eating meat and I'd brought it back up the last time I tried to eat however I wasn't likely to get much else so I began to try and rip off pieces of meat. I'd seen my teeth though, they were square and didn't cut well.
* * *
“This is your emergency Elaine?! I thought I told you before, dragons aren't permitted inside the city limits. Where did you get him?” Someone raged nearby, I knew I was in trouble for something now. “your being cruel Orodreth! Something threw him into the lysian market last night and I couldn't just let him die, I sent a few letters and now he's under council protection until he can leave and your going to help me identify him.
I looked through the straw to see an odd man stood with Elaine, He was very thin and his skin was very dark, his face was odd too. It was very clean and seemed to glow, much like his golden eyes.
The elaborately dressed man walked over to me cleared away some of the straw, I tried to duck under more straw but I'd already hit a wall. “Elaine, remind me again. Did you say this vampire had a pet dragon or was it he was keeping a dragon as a pet?” Elaine replied with ferocity, telling him not to act smart. Meanwhile I'd moved into a corner, I was feeling very ill again.
“I don't act smart, I am smart” the man boasted, his tone soon turned to disgust when however, Horrid half digested lumps of meat seemed to force themselves up my throat, they hit the ground, making a mess and causing me to feel weak.
“Lord!.. Ahem, It's a...uh Green dragon, a mammalian type of dragon, looks like he's never fed ether so he was probably stolen or abandoned” I didn't like the sound of what he was saying so I covered myself in straw again while Elaine piped up “So he's a... puppy dragon?” she asked, I mouthed the word slowly, I didn't want really believe, I knew I'd been around too long to be just a puppy.
“Yes, if it worries you about feeding him you could probably find some half baked attempt at replicating dragon milk on the black market, won't do him any good but it'll tide him over until you can get rid of him.” the man explained, his tone made me feel like something bad so I didn't like him already.
Elaine slammed the door shut after he left, “I hate that pompous big headed elf” she said, sounding very angry indeed. She didn't seem to calm down for the remainder of the day when she showed up to give me water and check some bandages she'd put on me after the elf left. Eventually I managed to ask a question that had been bothering me for hours.
“So are you going to get rid of me like the elf said?” I asked, though feeling very stupid just for asking. Elaine paused for a few seconds before replying “Don't worry about what that elf said, he's just a pompous old fart who thinks he knows everything” She smiled again and gave me another hug, she sat with me, stroking me and making me feel warm inside.
I let out a long yawn, even though I hadn't done anything today I was still tired. “I'll let you go to sleep, your body's working very hard to heal you know.” Elaine said, rubbing the side of my head, which I was resting on her lap now. “I'll see you in the morning” She said, throwing pieces of straw over me. She kissed the end of my snout before she left, I could hardly keep my eyes open as it was so sleeping was very welcome.
* * *
I opened one eye slowly, everything was bright and misty but at the same time there was a dark haze. “So sad... Have you said your goodbyes dragon?” Both my eyes shot open, it was the voice of the cloaked man. He wasn't talking to me though, this time he was talking to a green dragon whose head he was cradling. “I can't do anything else for him, if he screams hard enough someone might hear him though”
I struggled to my feet, I had to ask them what was going on. I quickly found it hard to walk, my legs all seemed too weak to carry me, and I couldn't say anything to get their attention, as I tried nothing came out but dragon calls. I began screaming, I knew the cloaked man could help me, he must have before.
“We're out of time, I'm sorry for your loss dragon but you must move on, you'll go to a better place. You're withered and dying for him, it's the least you deserve”. Before I could anything everything turned blurry and dark until I couldn't see, I couldn't stay awake any longer.
* * *
One of my front paws was hanging in something warm and wet and I could feel something rubbing my side, looking to my side I saw Elaine was bathing me, I complained in calls again, feeling too drowsy to think of human words at the moment. “Sorry if I woke you up your little majesty but you needed a bath, I'd never smelled something so bad. So did you sleep well?”
I thought of telling her about my dreams but decided against it, she'd left me alone last time I told her something and I didn't want her to leave soon. “Yea, was good” I said, trying to put on a smile. “Oh I nearly forgot to ask, how are you feeling today?” Elaine asked. “Everything's sore” I complained, looking at my the pink flesh of my paw. Elaine immediately explained ,“Sorry, we thought it was bleeding and the scales got in the way, turns out they were just bloody scales but at least they paid for us to take care of you”.
“I thought you said I couldn't stay though?” I asked, remembering what she'd said before. “uh, let me see...” I cocked my head at her, wondering what she was thinking ”ah, I got special permission to look after you until you're well enough to leave, that make sense?” I nodded my head and let her get on with bathing me, it was starting to feel nice anyway.
After drying me Elaine stay around to play with me but eventually she said she had to go for a while, I didn't want her to go but she changed my mind when she said she was getting me something to eat, I just hoped that she didn't bring meat, I didn't think I could eat it any more.
* * *
I'd been having a nap in the straw until a loud clattering near the door startled me, popping my head out I saw two short men carrying a large bucket while Elaine directed them. “Okay just leave it by the straw, that's where he likes to hide.” The two men did as they were told and dropped the bucket next to me, a strong smelling, thick, bright blue liquid was inside. “Okay that'll do, thanks again for the help” Elaine showed the two men to the door and they left, talking about something called stout.
I looked at the stuff until Elaine came over “Drink that up, it should do you good if those dwarves knew what they were doing”. Whatever it was it smelled really sweet, I dipped my tongue into the mysterious liquid. It tasted extraordinarily sweet and made me feel slightly warmer, I didn't hesitate to lap it up as quickly as possible for me. Elaine stood watching me, a couple of times she even pulled me away from my feed because she said I was drinking it too fast.
Elaine dragged the empty bucket into a corner and came back over to me. “Try to get some sleep, it's the best way for you to get better at the moment” I tried to complain and say “No” however a deep yawn had other plans. Elaine started throwing the straw over me again and then sat down next to me, I groaned, feeling tired as she began stroking my head like before. For once I was happy to go to sleep.
Sunday 9 January 2011
Post incoming!
It's Monday tomorrow and we all hate it but fear not as I'm posting a few paragraphs of a story in progress so you'll have something cute to read. The serious poll for next week is your favourite Genre, I'll add a mini story for the week after depending on what wins, the dragon poll is also extended to next Saturday so get your friends polling.
Don't stop moving forward.
-The management
Don't stop moving forward.
-The management
Thursday 6 January 2011
Back from the dead and here to stay, a new meaning for the blog!
I've left this blog to die and wither for ages on two occasions, with this being my official blog anyne can say "that's a bad idea" so I'm re-purposing the blog from a hobby to keeping records about my writings and other works I do, including seldom 3d models and roleplay.
Since there's nothing to vote about check the poll to vote for your favourite kind of dragon this week, I may keep a fun poll and a serious poll in future.
Since there's nothing to vote about check the poll to vote for your favourite kind of dragon this week, I may keep a fun poll and a serious poll in future.
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