TALES Shorties: The Dragon Knight by Sanoon, literature
Literature
TALES Shorties: The Dragon Knight
Sir Sakkano’s teal cloak fluttered against the cold breeze from atop the tallest cliff that overlooked the vast rising and falls of the snow crested wooded hills and sheer drops of chasms below. Only one spot stood out from these hostile lands: The castle of King Rood. It stood over the treeline and ran against the neverending black chasm the fed into the Endless Deep. Oh how Sir Sakkano despised the evil of that King; but no more. Tonight his evil reign of thievery and cruelty would end.
“Are we going?” Sakkano didn’t turn to face his draconic steed. The frost dragon was immense compared to the Knight. His te
Work was as quick as ever, but she didn’t mind terribly if it went slow. She didn’t dislike her job. How lucky was she to work at a printing company, especially considering she was a gryphon? A puffin, to be more exact. It was hard enough for her kind to find work as it were; the lack of any opposable thumbs tended to make most jobs more difficult, but she managed to make do. She was still far more marketable than those drakes who had to vanish for almost half the year to hide from the weather, and she knew that was a big leg up for her.
With the joyous laughter of her coworkers fading away already, she was nearly the la
“Run faster this time,” Anna demanded from Sanny’s backside as she readjusted her seating for their next charge. The saddle they had gotten fitted for the drake made any attempt for prolonged riding or games even possible, and the group was using it to their full advantage. Sam stood ready nearly thirty feet away with Twisty on his back. Both girls had helmets on and both wielded a big pillow for smacking purposes.
It was the time of the year when the bitter cold had made its retreat just in time for Sanny to emerge from his long sleep, and before the assaulting heat of summer drove Sam away to his cave for his own
The trail was disused by the general public, as only the reckless and suicidal wandered recreationally through the forests to the west. That, or those that did were grossly overconfident. As a result, it was a bit overgrown with weeds and other local flora that the travelers had to cut through just to make any sense of progress. The brown bear was leading the way; an ostensibly large creature wearing a red flannel shirt and jeans that stood at least a head over everyone else and whose width created a path alone. A fox and blue jay traveled behind her frame, laughing about some inside joke at the bear’s expense. The bear herself car
The only light coming into the room was emitted from the old action movies displayed on the television. It lit the room in a cascade of dull colors in rapid successions of the explosion palette. The two bats watching this splendor were lazily sprawled out on top of one another on the couch. Myst gazed on with bored disinterest while Ryne simply mouthed all the words while reading the subtitles in his native language. This was one of Myst's ideas to help teach his friend the common language, even if it wasn't very effective. The fruit bat himself knew he wouldn't be a very good teacher, so this might just be the best Ryne could hope for w
He had spent who knows how long sitting in the plaza with curious eyes drawn to him like he was an attraction at a zoo. His head was curled under his foretalons to hide himself away from the gaze of the crowd, yet it still couldn't take away the unease and panic that raged through his system. It was as if his fears were a child let loose in a candy store. It was safe to say he would pass on any future visits. The drake had tried to rationalize this fear, as every non dragon he cared about had reassured him he would be safe, and as of now they weren't wrong. Yet still he couldn't shake the feeling. He had hated the large crowds back in th
The two hopped down the stairs of the apartment complex, both bearing boisterously big grins. It was nice to get out of the house and meet/make friends. "Ryne's nice!" Twisty blurted as she rounded the second floor."
I couldn't understand a thing he said." Strange, it was almost like the entire building was designed in that same tan color palette.
"He needs to learn English. Oh!” Twisty nearly popped as another overly optimistic idea popped into her head. “I should teach you Squickish!"
"I don't think I can make the squeaks the way you can."
"It might be a bat thing."
The two opened the aging apa
"Get dressed, Ryne," Myst called out from the bathroom. The fruit bat was adjusting his plain blue shirt in front of the mirror. Meticulous detail was spent on his appearance today, for he was expecting company. His fur was groomed far above his already high standards, and his clothes were delicately pressed. It was amazing how soft he could be if he put enough effort into his hygiene, not that he was a dirty creature to begin with. Now Ryne on the other hand.... "Ryne, are you ready?"
"Stop talking!" The brown bat shouted back. He was laying on the couch, shirtless, watching the foreign show on the television. I
TALES: Two Best Friends Part 3 by Sanoon, literature
Literature
TALES: Two Best Friends Part 3
Music echoed throughout the dark of the forest. Wolves beat on drums and whistled tunes through crude flutes. They sang and danced around the fire, and while it wasn't often they had drinks to spare, they were to be had. Tonight was a night worthy of celebration; they had finally captured one of those pesky dragons, and soon his body would feed the entire tribe.
Muck watched from a distance. She would join in on the festivities later, but for now she sat near the scaled beast. While the dragon was tied up, he still needed to be watched. It took all day to drag the beast to their camp. It was easier when he had stopped struggling. Hi