Held
Hello all my furry friends, i got bored of my other story and it seemed so did you guys so hers a fresh and brand new story for you all. this is based on my character and my sofurry father Drait Hope, this is clean with adult references, so enjoy and please leave comments the more i get the better chance a part 2 will be written. now read and enjoy!
Held
"How did I end up like this? On a lead, with a collar around my neck, you see I'm owned by a scale. A large dragon in fact, who commands part of a huge army of other dragons, as well as many other species of scales. For those who don't know, I'm from a place where scales and furs are at war constantly unfortunately the furs seem to be losing this war and most end up being killed and the unlucky ones like me are taken as pets or slaves to the dragons. This is how I was caught, tamed and trained as a pet for a dragon." . . .
The sun rose over the green hills and shone down on a small settlement down in a valley. The settlement was quiet contempt and had no part or wanted to play any part in this war, they went on the theory of, _"if you don't bother us we won't bother you." _This however did not go well, the furs always pleaded with the wolves in the settlement to side with them and get more protection from the scales. The settlement elders always declined, knowing they hadn't attracted any attention to themselves already. The elders felt that joining would make them a target, and that they were well hidden just on the edge of the forest. Being able to see the mountains clearly they thought they could escape any attack before coming to harm if the scales ever decided to attack.
In this settlement lived a family who like every one else living there, were happy and proud to be where they were. The mother was the typical stay at home mate and she looked after the home. Being sure to clean it and cooked wonderful meals every day. But her pride and joy was her son, at thirteen he wasn't the biggest around and in that village he was often mistaken for being a puppy which he earned as a nickname. His real name was Sivore, named after his great grandfather who was one of the founders of the settlement. He was pure white with deep blue eyes; his coat would shine in the sun and glow in the moonlight. His father unfortunately had become ill the previous year and had passed away, the pair had only just got over this trauma and Sivore had become different. He was now more aggressive towards others that weren't his family, which was strange because he wasn't that brave when his father was around. But ever since his passing he had developed a short fuse and often got into small scraps with others. Apart from that they lived happily and normally with no outside or inside trouble until the nights became longer and winter inevitably closed in on the world.
The nights were bitter, long and hard with wind and snow assaulting the settlement like the sea against a cliff, drifts building against doors. Sivore was snuggled up cosy in his bed the boy, although being a little violent, did have a very big soft side; he always slept with his teddy bear. It was a basic normal teddy bear that he had since his birth and he always held it dear to him. Sivore's bed was double coved to keep his warm and snug when he was asleep. His dreams were pleasant, he pictured his father and himself playing happily, Sivore always slept more peacefully when he dreamt about his father, it made the winter nights warm and happy rather than their true which is cold and harsh.
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High up in the mountains a faction of scales that was consisted of mainly dragons, camped and had talks of attacking the settlement below. Talking about going for easy prey, prey that couldn't defend it's self and wouldn't see them approach. You see these dragons liked easy targets, it made them feel invincible and they normally took prisoners to torture, force to work and other times for target practice.
There leader was a large sapphire blue dragon, he was a cunning veteran of the war fighting for 35 years, his ruthless style and tactics made him rise quickly in the ranks to where he was now the leader of his own faction. A faction in a scale society is like a county in an alliance they band together when needed but are more or less independent. His full title was General Drait Wolfix Hope, born in the war he was brought up fighting but he had his own unique spark of brilliance about him something that made his troops admire him and his enemies fear him.
Now though Drait was getting bored, his home had become bare and untidy and dirty from his time away in the field of battle. Drait didn't have any workers for himself nor did he have any slaves or pets, this angered him a lot. He had spent most days flying across the land scouting for prey, his blue scales camouflaging his body in the air; it was during one of these hunts that he spotted this little, almost hidden settlement near the woods. This set his mind off: he watched and observed the place, seeing who lived there, the surrounding environment and also thought about the best way to take the place and how many of his men he would need to accomplish it.
He determined that with the right strategy in place, they would be able to take the little settlement with little more than twenty of his best scales. He noticed that most of the furs he spotted were very young, if only pups, which put an evil grin on his face. He finished his scout and started heading back to his home in the mountains, his head spinning with ideas about how to handle the attack. Should he burn it to the ground? Or should wreck the place till only rubble and sawdust remained, should he take prisoners or wipe them all out? So many difficult and decisions to make, making a midair u-turn he flew back towards the settlement, he took a look down at the inhabitants of the place and smiled, seeing that most of the youngsters would make fine workers if they survived the attack. He was about to fly back when a one pup in particular caught his eye.
Sivore was once again in a scrap with another fur, this time over a name calling game that got out of hand. Sivore had wrestled the bigger fur onto his back and had him by the throat with his claws. Growling loudly he gave a half bark/half growl at the fur he'd pined till he heard a yelp and then an apology. Hearing that Sivore simply let the other boy up only to say sorry himself, this seemed strange to Drait. In that position he would have beat the other till he couldn't move or at least given him a long term injury as a reminder.
Drait headed back once again, but this time that little white pup wouldn't leave his head. He tried thinking about the attack, his troops, his own home even, but all to no avail. That boy had burned himself into the dragon's mind. He could only think of having that boy for himself, teaching the boy a lesson, he couldn't tell you why but he had an almost obsessive fire in his mind about the boy, wanting to claim him as his own as slave he wanted to see that white thing in pain under someone that forced him to submit.
This idea tortured his mind the whole flight back to his home. On his landing he was greeted by his dear friend Jasper. Jasper had long been Drait's friend, allay and second in command. They had grown up together and fought together, they knew one and other like brothers, and almost like mates.
"Well? Is it a go?" Jasper asked seeming excited to hear if the attack was to be carried out. Jasper lacked skill in planning, but in terms of aggression and blood lust, no one matched him not even Drait.
"Yes, I only need twenty or so to take the place but there is one thing..." Drait growled back at jasper with a nearly angry tone.
"Yeah, what?" Jasper said noticing his friend's expression.
"You won't be coming Jasper" Drait said firmly, putting his authority behind his words. Jasper took heed but still questioned the order.
"You're in charge Drait; I just want to know why though? I could tear that place apart" Jasper said not defiantly but in an advisory tone.
"I have ne doubt that you won't, but I'm after something and don't want to risk you killing it before I have it. Do you understand me Jasper?" Drait said with a sadistic grin on his face, this in turn made Jasper grin.
"Got your eye on some one have you then Drait?" Jasper Chucked evilly "It's about you got some living property." This made them both laugh before they both walked on into their own village.
Drait spent the night planning the assault, working out every kinks and twist, working through all eventualities and picked out the scales whose strengths and weaknesses would be either beneficial, or damaging to the attack. As any good commander would, finally he settled on his plan, smiling to himself, soon that little white puppy would be his. This soon gave way to a thought, why was he so bothered about one boy? He'd seen countless white wolves from new born to old and decaying, yet this one boy was there constantly, eating away at his mind.
Drait eventually passed into a deep, deep sleep letting the normal darkness of his sleep take him and revive him. However this night's sleep was interrupted by a dream. Drait's sleep was always spent dreamless, he liked it that way, no distractions, that way he could just rest with nothing to burden his concentration. Again that wolf was there, his fur unstained with a crystal shimmer to it, the dream seemed to close in on the boys face, and its innocents clear in those eyes. The eyes of the pup seemed to make the dream even more surreal the, depth in those arctic blue eyes seemed to swallow the dragon up, making him drown in them.
Drait's body shot up; in instinct he grabbed the short blade next to his bed, hurling it across the room. The blade hit a map of the settlement that the boy lived at, impaling the map, but it seemed to go through only one residence in particular. Although a strange yet common occurrence for Drait, he based this incident off as coincidence. Drait laid back down and was to once again to have his night invaded by that boy only this time he didn't wake.
Sivore was once again sound asleep with his bear staying wrapped in his paws. The wolf's dreams once again filled with his father, this memory filling his body with warmth and love, making him murr gently in happiness as well as longing. His unbroken dreams then filled with fun and joy, not knowing his life would be about to dramatically change forever.
By Young Puppy
*Much Love*