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Hey guys wanted to shout out to all the other writers who are doing the challenge. They all posted their blog challenge responses so here’s all the links! I’ve read a few of them, and plan to go through all of them here soon.
I with these guys.
Hey guys wanted to shout out to all the other writers who are doing the challenge. They all posted their blog challenge responses so here’s all the links! I’ve read a few of them, and plan to go through all of them here soon.
The village had been saved, the chimera was slain in the village square and the human that managed to do it was being treated for his injuries. The elder healer, was currently moving her scaled hands over his wounds. She dribbled in her various regents and curative, the human grunted but the smug smile of success was painted on his face.
“You are very strong… I did not expect a human to come to aid of our clan. What has the leader offered you?” The healer asked while running sting-water over his head.
“Can’t a human just help out a dune-sister without being rewarded.” He grunted and lifted his shirt to show the patch work of bruises and cuts that marred his back.
The creature laughed under her robes, her reptilian eyes flashed in the torch-light. “No one helps in the black sands for free, even my aid is being paid for by our leader. Do not lie to me, scaleless.”
“I asked for the blessing of expansion.” The human ran his hand over his crow-black hair, his heavily scarred face gazed at the robed healer. She flicked out a serpent like tongue, it was said that the dune clan’s could taste a lie in the air with their black tongues.
“You are an interesting human. Get out, I have others to see about.”
“And gossip to spread?”
The healer nodded, “Visitors are always a source of amusement for us, with the Chimera dead we will have to find another way to get outsiders to visit.”
The moment the human set foot out of the tent, he was greeted by a hulking dune clan member. It’s white scales shimmered in the bright sun while dark green eyes examined him, This dune clan member was Vissar, a friendly towering slab of reptilian muscle. “Thank you, Alan. The leader is currently pouting at your success so I am to lead you to the cool rooms.”
Alan patted the dune-brother on the shoulder, “You know out of all the dune clan members, you are the only one to call me by my name.It’s always human this, monkey that.”
The male turned his gaze downward, “I find your company pleasing, many human’s don’t care to talk to me for long periods but you are vocal and not afraid. It’s pleasing, like a cool day on the sands.”
The made their way down to the under chambers, the city-sized trading post of the dune clan was filled was reptilian dune clan members and the small tusked humanoid called Guraths. The smells of sweet oils, honey-sand fruit, and expensive liquors wafted from the alcove hidden in one of the side tunnels. Alan followed the large white reptile as the past two muscular dune brothers, Alan flashed a few gestures that caused both of the guards to relax.
Vissar stopped as they reached a large carpeted room filled with guards and servants patrolling the room. Vissar leaned against the wall, his towering appearance clashed with the smaller and more vibrant colors of the servants.
“This is as far as I’m allowed to travel, I do not qualify for the boon and to proceed further would be a crime.” The black creature gazed unblinkingly at Allen.
“Before I go in, I wanted to ask you something.” Alan placed a hand on the shoulder of the muscular reptile. “Would you say we were friends? I think we are but I wanna hear your opinion since your kind is always honest.”
Vissar crossed his arms and leaned back, “I would consider you a brother, you saved my life when the Chimera tried to eat me. You don’t mock my stance on violence or my profession as scribe. You are without question, my favorite human.”
“Does that make us-”
“Yes, if you would allow. I would like to follow you to see things outside the black sands.”
Alan turned away from Vissar and looked at the rooms, each one of them had a crest above it. Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, Life, and Death Alan puzzled over the rooms, he knew that he could only enter one of them. Alan propped himself next to Vissar and watched the small lizard leaving food trays and collecting others.
“Wind.” Vissar whispered, Alan gazed at him as Vissar placed a finger over his snout.
Alan kicked off the wall and stepped toward the wind door, the small brightly colored dune brothers stiffened before a green scaled male crawled along the walls to tap at the crest. The door opened with a mechanical click, Alan slipped inside as the door clicked behind him.
Alan noticed the warm pool of water that was illuminated by glow stones, sitting in the middle of the pool was an enormous female dune clan member. She stood large enough that it wasn’t a stretch to say that she could have passed for a dragon if not for the human shape, her green scales shimmered against the blue lights.
“The human hero? I figured that you would have taken a sister of fire, your kind does enjoy glow and warm more than most.” The large female tilted her head as human sized versions of herself moved large eggs into the corner of the room from the pool.
“I have is on good authority that your clan is the one I should expand.” Alan bowed his head and noticed that all of the females had large thighs, they might lack anything approaching mammalian appeal but they were impressively shapely below the waist.
“Is that so, I don’t know how you will expand our species but it is getting crowded and I should send my daughters away before they are too old to change. As you can see, we are the breeding members of the clan, other females can breed but we never stop mating or growing once we have a male to focus on.” She gestured to one female with a tail covered in weighted rings and a broken horn, her large green wings were neatly folded behind her back. “I will suggest that you take her over any of my other spawn. ”
She stepped up to Alan while hissing with her tongue out, it was a sign of excitement among the species. She held up her fists in a playful gesture, “Human champion Alan, will you play with me for a moment? I am strong and you are strong, unlike my soft sisters I will grow into a strong village mother.”
Alan held up his fist and threw a few play jabs, even with her plush figure the dune-sister moved like wind. She never landed a solid blow but she manage to tap his temple three times with a clawed finger. They when he managed to tap her throat, even if he wouldn’t admit it to the village, he knew how to kill the dune clan members by watching them fight.
“You got some moves, not a monk but I could probably get you some training so you can protect yourself even better. I’m Alan Grummel, freelance problem solver.” He licked out his tongue and placed a hand on her shoulder, she mirrored the greeting of the dune clan.
“I am Gale, daughter of Mother Hurricane.” She pointed to the large dune clan resting in the pool. “I would like to leave this village, please take me with you.”
Alan nodded, “I need someone to follow me, listen to my orders and be willing to use common sense.”
“As agreement with my clan, we are cared for and expected to spread the village or replace mother when she dies. I will not betray you, I cannot return once I leave without being executed.” She admitted with a shrug, “Will you take me?”
“Yeah. I’ll take you, I hope you like the jungle that our next place.” Alan said.
The paperwork to take Gale from the village was a nightmare, Alan probably signed enough scrolls to fill a barn. Vissar was beside him to explain the scrolls that weren’t written in the Free Traders script. Alan finished by night fall as he paid for a large carriage carried by the fastest strider lizards he could afford.
Vissar kept his gaze to his book, he would occasionally look at Gale then his pen would scribble new notes. Vissar nervously looked up at Alan who simply smiled, which made the reptilian male hiss and scribble harder. Vissar finally gave up and shut the book, his attention drawn to the cooling crystal at the ceiling of the room.
“You’ll both have to forgive me but I didn’t ask before, Do you find each other attractive?” Alan broke the silence and Vissar looked like he wanted to escape.
“He is a tall male and quiet imposing, I want to bite and mate him. He smells of ink which is strange but the taste is nice on my tongue.” Gale answered while looking out the window at the black sands.
“I don’t want to answer that question, humans are known to kill and fight over mating rights. I would not want to make an enemy of my friend.” Vissar scratched at his scales nervously.
“What do you both think of human’s?” Alan said while wagging his eyebrows playful.
“I find them interesting, their bodies are more adaptable than ours. Their reproductive organs are external, they grow hair and they are very warm to the touch. You are my third human and I have found your company interesting enough that I want to see a human village to record it.” Vissar answered.
“I don’t know much about them, though I don’t know if I can have eggs with them.”Gale answered, “I will try my best, if I cannot then I would work to as a vassal to you.”
Alan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well there goes my plan… This is going to be hard but considering your species honesty, I’ll try that.”
Alan placed a hand on each of their legs, his hand slid up until he was rubbing against both of reptiles cloaca. “I want both of you, I am an adventurer and I have a good amount of coin at my estate but there is something I’m missing.”
Alan’s fingers sank into the waiting folds of Gale while his fingers were pushed out by the budding erection of Vissar. Neither looked as if they wanted to rebuke him, they watched him passively as they bodies reacted more favorably. Alan took a moment to explore their anatomy.
“You are both free to refuse me and I won’t hold it against you. I want both of you.” Alan’s fingers worked skillfully as he tapped into his experience as a former sex slave. Gale hissed and bit at her claws while Vissar gently thrust into his hands. Vissar’s green eyes and Gale’s golden ones regarded him with such confusion that he almost laughed.
“I would like this if I can enjoy the jungle lands of humans. I want to see new things and fi- fi-” Gale shuddered with a flap of her large wings and gasped, “I accept even without your fingers doing such good work.”
Vissar took a long and low hiss, his reptilian hands grabbed at the back of Alan’s head and pulled him close to his scaled chest. “Alan.I have read much on human’s and their devouring needs, I will not be a slave to your desires if you are not a slave to mine. We are equals, I will not change this but I would like to see your devotion.”
Alan watched as the Vissar moved the cloth covering his erection to the side, the large purple organ throbbed. From the tip of the organ to the base was ridged, Alan looked at Vissar as the reptile smiled in a very human expression.
“You are free to refuse if your devotion is lacking…” Vissar hissed pleasantly, the normally docile reptile held a predatory gleam to his green eyes. “I have heard that human mouth’s are some of the softest.”
Alan snorted and placed his mouth over the musky smelling reptilian shaft, his fingers were still sending Gale into shuddering gasps of pleasure as her tongue lolled out. Alan bobbed his head on the tip of the organ, the ridges tickled his throat as he hummed.
“I think I like this human.” Gale’s tongue lolled out as she hissed.
“Call him Alan, he likes that.” Visser placed his fingers on Alan’s head, “Leader Alan…”
Alan pulled his mouth from the shaft, “Make no mistake, when I’m done. I’ll be putting that tongue to use.” Alan slowly worked his way to the base, the ridges teased his throat as he bobbed his head.
By the time the carriage arrived, the trio dragged themselves out. Tired, sticky and content as they stood in the center of a sweltering jungle with a looming castle before them. The dune clan members stood in awe of the massive castle even as a few humans worked to patch up the holes in the wall.
“It’s a fixer upper but it’s my family home. We cleared out most of the demons, I think. Cultist nonsense.” Alan said walking ahead.
Prompt 1:”We need you again.”
“We need you again.”The voice was cold, direct and commanding, the line went dead only moments after.
“Aand I was just having a bit of fun.” Gabriel said to the completely flayed woman, or was it man, before him. He watched as the human’s skin slowly regrew, the look of extract on the human filled him with joy.
“Well, my loyal little plaything. I got work to do, which means you have to go make yourself useful elsewhere.” Gabriel gave a kiss to the human’s forehead before leaving his home. The streets were filled with human’s playing and frolicking in the pleasure district.
Gabriel made his way to the edge of the pleasure district and found the problem. He stood amused at the little creature poking a sharpened bone against the dome, Gabriel squatted till he was eye level with the pink snarling creature.
“You want to come in little forsaken one?” Gabriel smiled as the creature grew eyes to gaze upon him.
“You have treasure and humans. Give them to me.” The abomination roared, “You can’t keep them away from me. I will have them and I will own them.”
Gabriel placed his hands against the barrier and opened it just enough for creature to squeeze through. “Well far be it from me to say that heaven isn’t accommodating. I, Gabriel the second, welcome you to the pleasure district of Heaven. Drink your fill and enjoy as much humanity as you like.”
The creature expanded into towering being of muscle and rage, long horns jutted out as it dashed toward a human reading a book. Ichor drooled from the creature mouth as it barreled down on it’s unsuspecting target. The human looked up at the face of the hungry creature… and smiled.
The motion was too quick for the creature to even react, the man reached out and tore it’s horn from it head with the ease of picking a blade of grass. The creature squealed but the human was already on top of him, a smile of pleasure crossed the human’s face as he wrestled the demon into submission. Gabriel clapped his hands as he approached.
“What should we do with this one?” The human asked while systematically dislocating the demon’s arms, all six of them.
“God gave you dominion over me. I’m just a glorified tour guide, and he didn’t ask me why the barrier is even there. I could have told him that it was to keep human’s in but he did come here for treasure and humans so I think you should oblige our guest.” Gabriel said with a coy smirk.
“Well this is the pleasure district, I think we could break him in. It’s been a while since we had a toy that could feel pain.”
“Shall I fetch the stockade and the others?” Gabriel asked but he was already moving toward the living quarters, it was always so amusing to see what perfect human’s could do to demons.
“They are so creative.” Gabriel said wistfully while attending to his duties.
Prompt 2: “For the past year, you’ve been stranded alone on a desert island…or so you thought. Yesterday, you found out you were not alone. What happened? And more importantly: What’s your next move?”
“Day three and no plane it sight. It will be fun, Jerry said. I know how to fly plane Jerry said but where is Jerry?” Tom growled and kicked the corpse of his friend in the face. “A fucking corpse who didn’t even put on a seat belt.”
“I hope you are happy you drunk son of a bitch.” Tom rolled his eyes and started to roam the island, even if he got rescued he would probably end up dead within a week with the amount of coke that was still in the plane wreckage. “It’s not even my drugs but fuck me, right Jerry?”
Tom wandered back to the other side of the island, as far as he could tell the island was only six miles across but over ten miles long. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go any further, he made it to his camp by the time noon had arrived. The simple tent made of tarp and rope kept his supplies dry for the most part, only… his supplies were currently outside of the tent.
“Oh man… Oh man….” He groaned hoping that some wildlife didn’t eat all of his food or make off with his steel wool. That was the only way he had been able to make a campfire, he was a smart camper and not a strong one.
Tom noticed that all of his gear was neatly arranged outside of his tent, There was a gutted boar on a preset spit roast and few coconuts. The thing that really bother Tom was the amulet hanging on his spare machete, The amulet was made of a stone that was in the shape of a silver tooth.
“Well If they wanted me dead, I would already have a spear in me. I’m really really hoping this is a good will gesture.” Tom said aloud and kept looking around, he put the necklace on before cooking the pig. The entire time, he rotated the pig over the spit his attention was on the foot prints in the sand. They were large, much larger than a human but with the shape of a large bear.
“Well if Yogi want to feed me, who am I to complain?”
Hours passed, Tom placed his gear back into the makeshift tent, he stuffed his sleeping bag to give off the appearance of a sleeping body before climbing a tree just out of sight. He kept as still and silent as possible through the night, his eyes focused on the camp. The wood from his meal was just low enough that he could see but not so bright that he would be exposed to his new neighbor on the island.
The bushes shuffled as a large lumbering form stepped into view, the creature was covered in thick fluffy hair on it’s torso. It’s arms were large leathery flaps of skin that ending in claws, large ears dotted the top of it’s head. The bat-like thing, kicked sand over the fire, the darkness blanketed the area on the moonless night. The sounds of Toms things being moved around was the only sign that the creature was close.
‘Do not hide.’
Tom immediately dropped from the tree at the soundless voice, it scared him enough that he gave away his position. He immediately turned and ran into the woods, he used his hands to try to guide himself but the creature was gaining on him. The powerful wing beats came closer and closer until he tripped. Tom’s body tumbled on the dirt, he came to a stop on his belly.
The creature landed on him and leaned down, it’s breath smelled of sour fruit and the sea. It sniffed at him while it’s claws danced over his skin, the creature pulled back but remained close.
‘You smell good. Did you enjoy the pig?’ The creature said while watching Tom intently, even if he couldn’t see the creature it’s presence felt heavy.
“D-D-Don’t hurt me. I don’t want to be a vampire.”
The creature release a series of small clicks, It reached out and placed a claw over Tom shoulder. The creatures eyes began to glow as Tom whimpered, the bright red glow illuminated the forest in a violent red. Tom’s body began to shudder as his skull split open, the bat-thing screamed and he screamed. Tom couldn’t focus as his arms split open in a shower of gore and everything faded.
The searing pain ended after what felt like eternity, Tom opened his eyes to a bright ray of sunlight hitting him in the eye. Tom slowly sat up and raised a claw to his mouth to cover a yawn. He scratched his breast and ambled out of the small hut to see a large bat-thing reading his book. Tom looked down at the deep brown fur and leathery wings that made up his form, he screamed and promptly gave himself a headache.
‘You should rest more, lover.’ The bat-thing pushed the thoughts at him.
The first of the great kings living beyond the Veil, The Mother of Maggot’s is the first to establish contact with our reality. She manifested in the basement of a Florida Home, much to the dismay of the elderly owners. After much panicking far more liberal application of police gunfire, MoM was brought to our studio as we were the only human’s that she would talk to.
My name is Brian Robertson and I’m being forced against my will into a room with monster and my own protection is that she ‘promised’ not to hurt me. Thank you, G-men, I’m glad to see you put my personal safety at some level of importance. Strong arms shove me into the studio normally used for crowd shots. The door slams behind me and I’m left in the brightly lit room.
“Greetings, Prophet.” The undulating worm flesh before me spoke as it shifted, pale flesh uncoiled revealing a humanoid body connected to the large maggot like body.
I stood there gazing at the thing that only day before was flipping over police cars and causing human’s to mutate into what could only be described as ‘flesh chairs’. The humanoid half had three eyes, two pink eyes in the normal position while a pale-green eye rested where a forehead should be. She smiled revealing a mouthful of teeth that better resembled a lamprey or a leech.
“I’m not a prophet, I’m a reporter. You asked for me by name?” I said trying my best not to shit myself in free as she leaned close to me, she inspected me with all three eyes.
“I did, Prophet, I did. Did you not feel my call?” The horror blinked as if she was struck.
“No, Where do you come from?” I said asking a question, I might as well get this over with before I get turned into a chair.
“I can’t really pronounce it in a way you would understand.”
“Well I got questions to ask otherwise I’m going to get shot by Uncle Sam’s goon squad. So if you’ll help me out?” I said exasperatedly, her gaze was searching… Curious of me as if I was the weird thing here.
“☝︎♏︎♒︎♏︎■︎■︎♋︎📪︎ ◻︎❒︎□︎◻︎♒︎♏︎⧫︎📬︎” She didn’t so much speak the words, as I felt my mind scramble to make sense of the force that hit me.
“My turn! Will you worship me?”
“No, I’m not even religious and if I was you aren’t my idea of a God.” I sighed, I was expecting something more threatening but MoM was more like a confused Valley Girl than a horror beyond the veil.
“Oh Hmmmmm….. Alright! I’ll do something God-like.Give me the name of someone you don’t like.” She said while cleaning the dirt off of her large
“I don’t like where this is going, I’m not going to let you kill anyone else.” I decide that I’m going to get nowhere where asking the question the G-men told me to ask. I figure I’m gonna get murdered by the abomination with the leech face or shot by the G-men when this is over. So fuck it.
I stroll over to the monster and touch her flesh, It’s warm and squishy like a water balloon left out in the sun. She didn’t react to my sudden poking, she just watched patiently as if I was some sort of animal she didn’t want to scare away. I sighed and pulled out a cigarette, I was trying to quit but shit like this warranted a smoke.
“Sorry monster-lady but you aren’t taking my only joy in this shitty situation. I’ll smoke away from you.”
I made it three steps before I felt a burning pain in my back, she stabbed me with a single finger as if I was made out of paper. The finger ended in a claw tip, with my lungs on the end of it. I pissed myself in fear, I have covered life and death situations in the past but none of them ended in my ribcage decorating the floor while my lung dripped on the end of her finger.
Everything went out like light
I awoke screaming like a scared child, my first sight was the calm face of the monster staring down at me. She was cradling me in her arms, her body was no longer as gigantic as before, she was still as long as a fuel truck.
“Welcome back, I didn’t mean to kill you but I brought you back after cleaning your lungs. Wanna be my prophet now?”
I don’t say a word but wriggle my way out of her grasp, I ran to the door like she was chasing me. I tear the door off the hinges with little effort, I bowl through the two G-men while running out of the studio. Nothing was going to stop me, I wanted to be as far from that thing as humanly possible. It was dark by the time I felt like I needed to stop, I don’t even know how I ran to my house without dying of exhaustion.
I opened the door and found a G-man, at least I hope he was a G-man, unconscious against the wall. A goat-headed woman rummaged through my refrigerator, she pulled a can of soda before she noticed me.
“Oh… You are still fully human. Well not for long.” She caught herself before scratching her chin, “I’m originally a human and like you, I’m a Prophet. I’ve been sent here to keep you safe from those guys.”
She flicked a thumb in the direction of government agent, “Care if I crash the night, I’ll answer any questions I can but my master can only manifest in the day so I can’t get back to Oklahoma instantly. I’m Jenny, Prophet of Dancing Goat Yusis, pleased to meet you.”
“Giant maggot women, goat women, and the government. I don’t think this can get any worse.”
Jenny smiled, a very unnerving sight with the goat head, “Wait till you start growing or losing things. Better hope you don’t turn into something that can’t move.”
Tyra yawned as she sat on a large rock over looking a large amount of human dwellings. Tyra wanted to go down in play with the human’s but the pack didn’t want her scaring them. The alpha of the pack, Harry, made her feel welcome even though she didn’t join them on hunts. She wasn’t sure why but he didn’t want to teach her to hunt prey, even thought she didn’t eat much meat she felt like she should help.
“Tyra.” The gruff voice of the Alpha boomed behind her, she immediately rolled to her back and exposed her belly. She was the lowest ranking member of the pack and it didn’t bother her to show it. He simply picked up a large book he had been carrying and lightly brought it down on her stomach fur.
“Stop that, I just wanted to talk. Packmate to packmate.” Harry grunted, even in his human form he was a large and imposing man.
“You are an alpha.”
“Yeah and times are getting lean. The twins are getting to the size that splitting a deer isn’t going to do much other than end in a fight. I don’t have much left to teach them other than hunting humans, I think the pack is getting a little large. Once this is done I think I know where some Stonesire packs are still kicking around, I can’t wait to see their faces when they see you.” Harry rubbed his salt and pepper beard, even though he aged slower than normal human’s Harry was ancient by werewolf standards.
“I see. Will you need me to come along?” Tyra asked her hands balled up to into fists from her excitement. She had traveled with Harry’s pack for almost twenty years, she was still puppy in their eyes but she wanted to prove herself.
“I want you to read the book, I found it on some raiders a while back. I thought it might help you and Zalso says you’ve gotten a full grasp on reading and writing. Think of it as a test before I take you on as my personal beta.” Harry said handing her the thick tome.
“I’m a werewolf, why do you keep putting me to the side? You told me how important the Stonesires were during the great clans wars. Why are you treating me like I’m a burden?” Tyra screamed at the top of her lungs.
Zalso and the other packmates immediately padded up, some of them were in their wolf form. Their claws still slick with blood from a cow they managed to take from a farm… along with the farmer. Zalso rubbed her black fur, she was the lowest rank until Tyra was taken in the pack.
“You aren’t a burden, I’m the one who suggested that you stay behind and read that book. It’s a book on dragons, we don’t know anything about your mother and…” Zalso turned to face the town.
Every one could smell it, someone injured had been brought into town. The smell of blood piss and infection, even the kindest werewolf will react to weakened prey in the such a manner.
“We are going tonight, we will break up in teams. The larger group will be Zalso, the twins and all others while I take on the small town with a couple of the new kids. When the guard start to lose their minds over our pack, break up and head back to the town. I should have everyone rounded up.” Harry said somberly, “After we fill our belly, it’s gonna be time to make smaller packs. We’ve gotten way to big to manage without attracting bigger enemies.”
The pack broke off and went to their assigned areas, only Harry and Tyra remained.
“Sit here and read , right?”
“That’s right, if I catch you following or smell your scent. I’m gonna to slam your horns so hard in the dirt that people will think I planted a cow tree.”
“I’m not a cow.” Tyra growled, her fur raising to meet the challenge.
“No but you are not a werewolf fully, so wait here till I handle this and finish that book. I’d like to hear what you learned.” Harry smiled before walking down the overlook to the town.
Tyra found herself getting lost into thick book, the smell of the book reminded her of the smell of burnt wood. She spent nearly as much time smelled the comforting scent of the book as reading the lore on moon dragons. The book was more fairy tales than anything concrete but the story was compelling enough that she didn’t realize the sky was darkening.
A brilliant pillar of sparking light hovered over the town, Tyra eyes darkened. She could feel a power coming from the town unlike any that she had felt before. The power was oppressive and malevolent, Tyra roared in fear and anger. This power was arranged against her, she didn’t understand why but she had to stop who ever was summoning the lightening strikes.
Tyra ran toward the village, something was wrong. The strange weather did little to calm her nerves as she stopped in the tree line. She could see the mountainous body of Harry, a young human standing over him with his weapon caked in blood. She silently took in the sight before her, the scarred, charred and partially frozen body of the werewolf that had raised her lay sprawled out like some kind of trophy.
She gritted her teeth hard enough that she could taste her own blood, the human smelled of her pack. She could even gauge the minute smell of urine soaked fur, one of her pack died in fear. She understood that fear, even as weak as the human looked with his sparking blade there was no doubt she would die if she challenged him. One of the human called his name, R
The humans eventually darted off in a hurry. Tyra made her way toward the body, flies were already buzzing around corpse in a frantic hunger. Tyra allowed her tears to fall freely while crying out with her power, every pained screamed drew the attention of bears, wolves, foxes and other predators. She wiped her face even as her first companion landed beside her, a fruit bat large enough to be mistaken for a wyvern.
“I’ve lost another family member. I don’t want anyone toy with his body, take care of it. Please.” Tyra tried to keep her face straight, she couldn’t hide the sobs between her words as the animals tore into Harry’s flesh.
“What will you do now?” The bat spoke, his massive wings spreading to circle around Tyra.
Tyra said nothing and pressed her muzzle into the bat’s stomach, she screamed her frustration and bawled even as the few surviving villagers watched from their windows. Tyra finished her crying as she wiped the tears from her eyes and the snot from her nose.
“Are you going to fight the half-human that did this, my Animus?” The bat inquired his head tilted to hear her answer.
“What am I going to do, toss a forest full of animals at him? I’d end up like Harry. What would you do, Yeeva?” Tyra said, the sounds of the beast feeding on her adoptive father made her sick.
“I think it’s time you spent time among your dragon kin or the humans. Harry’s killer used magic that made him look like a dragon, you don’t have that kinda magic. Heck even though your magic has managed to make me into this, I still don’t know what you are doing to me.” Yeeva gave series of high pitched clicks, he was laughing at the situation.
Tyra stepped away from the giant bat, she placed her muzzle low to the earth and smelled the scent of leather, steel and sweat. If she wouldn’t fight the dragonkin, she would learn his secrets and possibly the secrets of her own hybrid heritage.
The rocks felt as heavy as ever, Mira held her clawed hands protectively over the single egg. The egg was the size of the large carriage and contained the only proof of her forbidden love. She smiled at the thought of the human who defied both dragon and human tribes to be with her.
“I can’t speak much for your father but I’m really hoping that you take more after me than you do him. I’d rather not have you howling at the moon like some kind of loon.” Mira chuckled, the motion making the rocks around her clench tighter.
The egg cracked slowly, Mira moved her enormous claws away from the large egg. A form covered in clear liquid claw it way out of the massive egg, it was covered in a white fur that matched her scales. Brown spots dotted its form, small white horns crowned it’s canine like muzzle.
“My daughter looks like a cow.” Mira chuckled while stroking a claw over her newborns head. The hybrid immediately latched on her finger with surprising strength, she clung tightly and wagged her bushy tail.
“If only your father could see you, he would brag so much about your appearance. ‘Hur hur hur dragon blood isn’t that strong, my daughter chose the best bloodline’ or some other nonsense.” Mira rolled her eyes and she plucked a few large bats from the cieling of the cave along side the mushrooms that grew in the cave.
“Now what do you eat, Tyra? The daughter of a lycanthrope and a moon dragon.” Mira watched her daughter carefully as the youth picked up one of the bats and the mushrooms.
The bats screech and struggled as Tyra stared with her red pupil-less eyes, she screeched back at the bat. There was pulse of energy between the two before the bat flew away, Mira shot the child a questioning look as her daughter took sniff of the mushroom. Mira look of questioning became one of confusion as Tyra put the Mushroom on her horns and ran around the cave barking.
“You are your father child. Absolutely.” Mira remarked and placed her massive head close to her daughter. “Dragonkin are often far more powerful than their parents but those are usually pairings of human and dragon. You are something unique even among those creatures.”
Tyra stopped her playing to regard her mother, the massive dragon was sealed into the stone around her. Tyra took in her surroundings, the smell of blood was strong almost suffocating but that was nothing compare to sight that was revealed by the small lines of light leading to the surface. Cracked open eggs littered the floor, skeletons and shriveled up dragonkin dotted the floor. Blocking the exit was a massive brown furred creature, its hands were embedded in the rock but its face was a gentle smile.
“Tyson Stonesire and Mira Stonesire, we loved you and all of your siblings but we could only save you. Sweet daughter, do not weep for us and do not take on our burden.”
Tyra watched in confused horror as the white dragon pulled itself from the rock, blood and gore trailed the upper half of the dragon as she crawled to the other side of the room. Her last moments she embraced the werewolf before they both vanished in the light her her magic, the only evidence of their existence was glowing amulet in the shape of dragon scale. Tyra picked up the amulet, it was a warmth to the touch and it smelled like her mom.