The Warmth of a Slave
* * * Deep within the isolated mountain ranges of Gran, and beyond the windswept pines which marked the barbarian lands of Kaal, the duchy of Fales stood obstinately as the longest winter in memory rolled across its countryside. Day after...
Come Inside
* * * _I am going to come inside._ There was nothing else to the letter. No return address, no stamps or postage. Hugo had examined both the letter and its envelope from every conceivable angle, and yet he could find no further messages, nor any...
No Wings Can Take Me Far Enough
_It's cold._ Winter was late upon the land, and the proud, southern slopes of the Breran mountains once again found their heights graced by a dusting of soft, powdery snow. It fell in delicate sheets upon the rich, dark soil of the low-lying valleys,...
Flightless Dragons Dream of Falling
* * * At a certain point in their development, all dragon warrens invariably take on the scent of rot. It's a subtle thing, at first: a combination of elements that don't mingle too quickly or all at once. The strongest and most immediate of these is...
The Unexamined Ass Is Not Worth Having
* * * It was supposed to be a nice, quiet shower. Alone in the privacy of the abandoned athletics building, with the wide, tiled spaces all for myself... well, that idea kicked the proverbial bucket the moment I heard the locker-room door swing open...
Sired
* * * The caverns reeked of sex. It was an unsettling realization, and one that caused Yurio's long, flat tail to curl even more tightly around himself. Such a protective gesture was only natural for an anxious young dragon - an unconscious effort to...
All of Me (Reposted)
* * * _There are two kinds of beasts in this world: those who are true to themselves, and those who only think that they are._ It was this thought that occupied Riz's mind in the last few hours of that lazy spring afternoon, as he and his friend sat...
The Fire In Her
* * * It was the heat that finally woke Teleros. Brutal and all-encompassing, it crowded into the corners of the young dragon's unconscious mind, scorching his dreams, and charring the half-formed thoughts that were beginning to take shape within....
Human Custom
The bitter month of January was once again upon the land, and a frigid rain fell over the old forest of Paimpont. It was an ancient wood, storied and venerable. Broadleaved oaks and towering, red-dressed beeches stood in quiet sentinel over the...
The Shift
There's no dreaming in cryogenic sleep. No real rest for that matter, either. It simply begins and ends, with an indeterminate void where the dreams should've gone, and a vague sense of stasis in exchange for a meaningful rest. When you wake up,...
Tales from Salamandastron: The Patrol
The Spring Season had only just begun to properly settle over the western shores of Mossflower Country, and yet already the fair, salty winds coming in off of the coast had adopted that pleasant sort of warmth which heralded the return of clearer skies...
Basalt and His Hunt
With his long work at last completed, Dolmen finally stood aside to look over the fruits of his labor. He'd spent the whole evening finishing his repairs on their old, handmade dresser, fixing the damage that Basalt's tail had dealt it back in the...