Blog Challenge Number ??

Your three words are: Honesty. Hate. Bed.


Blood splattered on Cain’s smock, the nearly deafening shrieks of pain of the female on his table made the job more difficult. Cain’s assistants moved around him in a flurry of skilled motions, they carried the eggs to the spawning pools just one room over. Cain’s kept a close eye on the female on the table, she was restrained to the table and even with the metal cables binding she still managed to warp the table with her strength.

Cain sighed as he pulled the  final egg from the expecting mother, this egg was large as an adult pig and fleshy. Cain passed the egg to several of his assistants before sitting down in the nearest chair to the patient.  The patient turned her large chitinous head in his direction, Cain held his gaze with her silently. The part coming next was would be far worse than the five hours of extracting eggs.

“Doctor?” The patient asked while flexing a clawed hand in her bonds.


“I’m going to die now… right?” She wanted honesty, Cain wanted his bed.

“It’s not that simple, You’ll live at least a week longer but you’ll have to feed yourself to your daughter. She won’t grow other wise, most queens simply ask the doctor to chop them up and serve them up.” Cain was already plotting what assistant would be doing that job, he wasn’t a butcher.

“I should be scared but I’m just worried if my daughter will do a better job. I want to teach her to avoid void spiders, I want to show her that the fleshies have so much to teach us. I want to tell her that selecting a proper drone is more than just a shiny exoskeleton.”

“You want what every parent wants. Your daughter will hatch in an hour, we will bring her out here for you to tell her all of this.”  Cain said as he pulled himself out of the chair. “You should still rest, even with a week to live you want to give your daughter every bit of your limited time.”

Cain wandered out of the operating room, the white tile of the hospital reflected light painfully into his eyes. Cain made his way into the staff quarters, the room was filled with exhausted doctors of all species and professions resting off the rough day. The other doctors noticed him and gave tired clap in response, a small part of him felt hate for the condition that his fellow doctors end their days with. He found a comfortable chair and planted himself in the soft cushions.

“You managed to survive your first Karzeet delivery, how do you feel?” The speaker was a large, fluffy, rabbit-like mutant, strong prehensile tentacles writhed contently from his back.  Uubo, the senior most surgeon, grinned  at him with tired golden eyes.

“I’m debating fluffing you and using you for a pillow, Sir. I’m exhausted and I had to deal with a giant bee person’s existential crisis.” Cain whined as he reached out to Uubo’s fur but the mutant politely brushed his hand aside.

“I’d advise against the notion of fluffing me, Dr. Moore. I would suggest that you head home, put your car on auto and sleep.” The doctor handed him a folded note. “You might want to take a trip there when you feel better.”

“Thanks, Sir. I’m going to go black out in my car now…” Cain mumbled but his head lowered and he was sleeping within moments.

Sapphire Dreams

Prompt given by this guy
The knocking began as simple taps but Grant simply pulled the pillow over his face, the sounds of knocking grew more frantic. Someone really wanted to speak to Grant but he didn’t know anyone in Revalom, he got out of his bed and slipped on his boxer. Grant was ready to lay into who would be knocking at his door at four in the morning, Grant reached the door and realized that the knocking was coming from his balcony.

“Who is it?” Even as the words left his mouth, Grant felt like an idiot. What was he talking to? A Ninja? The human fly?

“Sapphy!” A high pitch voice squealed through the balcony.

Grant stepped to the balcony doors, the entire balcony was covered in newspapers and pillows. The balcony was completely clear last night but now among all of the debris was a shivering woman with shimmering blue wings, sweat beaded her face and three eggs lay in between her legs. The harpy looked up at Grant with an apologetic look as she spread her wings over the eggs.

A blue harpy just laid eggs on his balcony, “You gotta be shitting me.”

“Where is John? Is he sleeping?” The harpy asked  while using the small claws on the edge of her wings to clean the clippings still on her hair.

“The previous owner passed away almost a year ago.” Grant only knew this because of the gossip the couple next door engaged in.

“Oh… That is bad. John was a good friend, he promised that I could nest here.” Sapphy  looked up at Grant, “Can I stay here?”

Grant latched the door and picked up his cellphone, he dialed a number and paced around the room.

“Revalom Monster Assistance Line. I’m Monica, how can I help you?” A pleasant voice called from other end.

“I have a harpy problem, a large harpy just laid eggs on my balcony. She says some human said she could make eggs on the balcony. That guy is dead and it’s not my problem.”

“I understand sir, what color are the wings on this harpy. Are they brown or red?”

“Blue, really shiny blue and her legs have black skin with those gross bird textures like a chicken.” Grant said as Sapphy scratched at her legs.

“Okay sir, You can’t remove that harpy. They are an endangered species  but what you can do is fill out a MW-445 form online. The government is willing to compensate you for the care of those eggs, That is a Sapphire Harpy and they are completely non-aggressive long as you don’t harm them.” The woman replied cheerfully, “Their eggs shells and feathers can be sold for a pretty nice price and the adults shed seasonally.”

“So what do I do if she tries to enter my apartment?”

“Let her in, it’s much better than having her ‘take care of business in any place that isn’t’ a toilet.”

Grant hung up the phone and noticed that Shappy was leaning against the glass of his apartment balcony. She was starting at the bowl of fruit sitting on his kitchen counter, Grant plucked an apple from the bowl and bit into the apple. She watched him with sharp blue eyes tracing every moment, Grant found her attention a little amusing even as she drooled against the glass.

“Want some?” Grant teased  holding another apple against the glass,  she nodded erratically.

“I’m going to lay out some ground rules, this is my house. You wanna come in, you knock and ask. You wanna eat, it comes out of whatever stipend they give me for you. You don’t poop  on my stuff and you can use the bathroom when you need too. By tomorrow I want those new papers and pillows gone.” Grant said holding the juice apple by its stem.

“But I need to keep my eggs warm and I’ll get sick if I’m cold or if it rains.”

Grant nodded and pulled out his phone, he wanted to know what he was getting out of this deal. He pulled up the MW-445 payout rates, his eyes gleamed as the pay out was four grand per month. Per harpy.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot, would you like to come inside?” Grant opened the door, Sapphy stood up to her full height and Grant noticed that she was wasn’t as tall as she looked with her eggs. She was no larger than four feet even though her wings were extremely large, at least ten feet in length.

She knocked on the door frame before stepping in, she then noticed that her eggs were still inside. “I can’t pick them up, I’m… scared of cracking them.”

Grant nodded before getting three large bowls, he placed a towel in each before setting the eggs inside.  He carried each egg into his guest room, a room that he hoped to be occupied by a cute female roommate inside of blue buzzards or a woman. Grant would at least not have to pay rent if the government  was going to pay him for all the birds.

“You are drooling…” Sapphy said moving a foul-smelling claw across mouth.

“You need a bath… you smell rotten fruit and old meat.” Grant complain and pushed the scrawny blue harpy into the bathroom. She squawked and fluttered as she was unceremoniously pushed into the bathroom with the door shut behind her.

“Hey! Don’t you tell me what I need, I need to keep my eggs safe!” Sapphy  yelled through the door, she knocked a few times before giving a loud grunt of displeasure.

Grant hear the water running as the sun started to rise over the horizon, Sapphy started to sing and Grant leaned closer to the door to hear the words.

“A human pushed me into a bathroom, even though I can’t reach my back and harpies clean each other in paaaairs. Humans are dumb, humans are mean but human really really want me to be clean.” The off-key serenade continued with several insults before Sapphy stepped out of the bathroom, her talons clicked along the ground as she stopped in front of the fruit bowl.

“You can have the whole bowl, I’ll buy more later after I fill out the form.” Grant grumbled from his computer, MW-445 was twenty pages about his lifestyle and living conditions. Sapphy took the bowl and darted to her eggs, Grant could hear her start to hum to her unborn chicks.

A Lewd Prompt from Lewd People. (NSFW PROMPT)

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The ones to blame? THIS GUY and THIS GAL!

The three mice crested the hill, their gazes and their experience with predators was limited to the local reptiles that threatened the warrens.  They were the winter trio, three white mice that worked as hunters for the smaller villagers, they were Blanc, Weiss, and Bleyy.   The creature curled up beneath them was covered in fiery orange fur, its ear had a distinctive black tip and its large tail was curled over its paws.

“So that the big monster we’ve been hearing about. Look at the size of ’em.” Blanc whispered.

Weiss drew his bow and aimed it at the large predator, He would wait for his comrades to give him the signal but his arrow was already tipped with his special poison.  Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bleyy rushing down the side of the hill with his small daggers held out.

Blanc was the largest of the three and he normally took his position at the front of the foe, he hefted his sword over his and ran down the toward the furry monstrosity. Once he was in front of the monster, his momentum was drained in an instant. The side wall of dirt opposite of the monster was covered in partially eaten lizards, many of their skeletons large enough to double as a home.

“For Havenhold!” Blanc shouted, he leapt into the air and struck the furred beast between the eyes with a blow that would split a mouse in half.

“Reeeeerow!!!” The beast wailed before standing upright, it shook it’s head and glared down at Blanc.  “A mouse?”

Blanc nodded and held his sword up, Bleyy appeared from the shadows with his twin daggers gleaming.  He swiped at the large pillar-like limbs, he only managed to hit one before the beast launched itself in the air in a graceful flip.  Two arrows managed to scrape the orange thing on its belly and embed itself beneath its arm pit.

“You want to die by my claws? Fine, I’ll show you a cat’s fury.” The creature moved with grace unseen by any of the trio, it became a whirling demon of claws and whipping tails.

Blanc managed to used his sword to keep the blows from killing him but each swat left him aching and fatigued until he dropped his sword in favor of keeping his life. Bleyy jumped, daggers extended, from the shadows but the monster slapped him to the dirt and pined him there.

“I’ve got you.” The creature hissed and glared Blanc, “Call off the archer and you may get out of this alive.”

Weiss poked a nose out, “I mean… I don’t really care for Bleyy, that pink nosed bastard still owes me a new bow.”

“Nice to know you care,  At least your mother will pine for me.”Bleyy grumbled as the feline put pressure on his back. “Hey you fluffy bastard don’t put the squeeze on me. I’m not the one plugging you with arrows.”

“Hmph. Which one of you is the leader?” The creature spoke as its golden eyes drooped.

“I wouldn’t say there is a leader but I’m the voice of reason with those two.” Blanc huffed but stood his ground with his tiny paws curl into fists.

“Good. Then I’ll make this easy, I’ll trade this one for you.” The feline purred as its eyes drooped a little more, it other paw patted the dirt to beckon the mouse.

“What’s the stop you from killing him?” Blanc asked but still approached slowly, his posture was one of pure rodent readiness.  The feline drooped a bit before coughing slightly.

“Time’s up.” The cat moved like lightning, his teeth clamped over Blanc’s head before darting deeper into the woods. The orange blur limbs felt like a fire but he managed to climb into an old owls nest at the top of a tree. The feline spat the mouse inside of the tree as he squeeze the remainder of his bulk inside the tree.

Blanc shivered and rolled his paws over his fur, the smell of blood and cat breath made him shuddered as the cat stared down at him. Blanc knew when he was outclassed and his weapons were nowhere near him, he could do little other than stare back at the golden orbs regarding him.

“Well do I get a last supper or am I the last supper?” Blanc sat at the other side of the alcove.

“What poison is in my body?” The feline asked his head drooping slightly only to spring back up.

Blanc noticed the arrow still hanging out of the feline’s armpit, the blue shaft told him everything that he needed to know. “You won’t die but you are going to be out for a few hours, considering your size.. might be a few minutes.”

“Hmph you have to be the most annoying group of rats I’ve ever had the displeasure of encountering. Just my luck to get shipwrecked on this island.” The feline gripped the arrow with his teeth before pulling it out.

“What kind of monster are you?” Blanc asked, “You aren’t a spider, you aren’t a lizard and while you are almost as big as one… You aren’t an elder bunny.”

“I’m a cat. You know… meow?” He licked his claws for emphasis, the lack of fear in the mouse gaze surprised him. “Doesn’t matter,  I’m magical and I’ve decided that you are to be my servant till I have found a way off of this island.”

“I don’t believe in magic, Monster.” Blanc started to form an insulting remark but the massive form of the cat coiled around him, it’s paws gripping him tightly against its neck and head.

“We can talk tomorrow, I need a little nap. Do you have a name, little assassin?”


“Hmmmm…. That’s a nice name. I’m Cannelle.”

Cannelle curled tightly around Blanc, the large beast was covered in long fluffy fur that  made the Cannelle feel like a warm bed. Cannelle drifted off into sleep, even if he didn’t want to show it, fighting the mice after recovering from a shipwreck wore him out. Cannelle welcomed sleep, pleasant yet vivid dreams played with him through the night.

Blanc waited till the felines breathing settled to deep slumber, he tried to wiggle himself out of the hot bundle of the fur. Cannelle pulled Blanc even deeper, the mouse couldn’t see a thing in the forest of fiery orange fur. Blanc wondered if he could just wait him out and reason with the feline, heavy paws pressed him closer to Cannelle’s belly.

“Your fur is so soft, you’re pretty.”

Blanc froze at the slurred words, Cannelle gripped him tighter. The feeling of something sliding between his legs and across his stomach made him struggle to escape the cats grip. Cannelle was grinding his crotch against the warrior. Blanc movements became a silent struggle to escape the amorous attention of the feline, considering the side of what was sliding between his legs… He would be screwed, figuratively and literally, if Cannelle aim was a little more accurate.

The mouse struggled to escape but that only lead to the delirious feline grinding harder against his stomach. The smell of feline musk mixed with scratching barbs against his fur, Blanc didn’t resist but kept his tail low. Blanc silently prayed that his companions wouldn’t find him like this, he would never live this down. He could just hear Weiss jokes about him being a monster’s courtesan now.

“Mmmm….” Cannelle purred happily.

Blanc felt the warm fluid splatter against his stomach and muzzle, “Ugh…” He groaned smelling the strong sent of feline pleasure over his body. He couldn’t even clean himself as the large paws kept him pinned against Cannelle furry form. There was little more he could do but wait in the warm sticky darkness, Blanc tried to think of things as positive as possible.

“Well I’m alive, tired, hungry and covered in feline spunk. Maybe dying isn’t so-” Blanc yawned and closed his eyes. “I’ll ask him to eat me in the morning. Weiss and Bleyy better be making a plan to save me or I’m gonna haunt them.”

Blanc managed to fall asleep as the day wore on….


The sensation of something heavy thumping near Blanc head woke him up, the smell of fresh apple jelly and warm sweet-seed bread teased at his nose. Blanc opened his eyes and found Cannelle looming over bag of goods, in his mouth was a lizard tail. The large feline ate quietly but pushed the bag toward the side of the alcove.

“Good morning, I did a little scouting and I think I like you fuzzy bastards more than the lizards.” Cannelle tried to sound regal but he only managed to come off as shy.

“Good morning for you maybe, I want a bath and a stiff drink.” Blanc murmured weakly. “Do you remember last night?”

Cannelle nodded, “I was trying to sleep off the poison and keep you from escaping, you were surprisingly accommodating. I’ve never had a mouse forcefully um…. well… it felt good. It was so good I wanted to know about the strange mice that lived here, Weiss and Bleyy told me about your war with the lizards. So I made a deal with them.”

Blanc blanched, “Deal?”

“Unimportant. I wish to resume activities before I hunt more lizards.” Cannelle purred and leaned down to rub his head against Blanc’s body, the musk of his excitement wafting toward the mouse.

“That is not how I remember it.” Blanc said nervously, “We are both males and look at the size of you. I don’t thin-”

“Bleyy told me that you would play hard to get and told me that he would ask the village how to get you in the mood.” Cannelle purred and turned to face the outside of the tree, he turned to Blanc with a raise of his tail. “I am not a selfish lover, so indulge yourself as you please. I’ll be keeping watch.”


Blog Challenge 2 (Tyra Part 3)

Write a story including the following three elements: A stolen ring, fear of spiders, and a sinister stranger.

The ring stood before him on an onyx stone platform, the glowing ring began to hum slightly.  It’s guardian dusted the ring, the hooded figure clicked and chattered beneath its robes.  Spiders would occasionally climb out of the robes and  move into the rafters of the room, long strands of webbing crossed every area of the room.

‘Why did it have to be spiders.’ Peter thought as he stood at the entrance to the room, he braved the gauntlet of traps that led to this room. Peter rested against the stone wall as the metallic whir of the saw traps spun behind him.

The guardian moved to a hammock made of webbing, it held a scroll above its head as it read a text that filled with chattering laughter.  Hour passed before the being turned  over and slept, the smaller spiders wrapped the being in more webbing.  Peter doubted he would get another chance, he ran through the web and narrowly dodged a few hidden arrow traps.

Peter grabbed the ring as the guardian’s hand burst through the webbing, muffled screams of rage reached his ears even as he ran back the way he came. Jump. Duck. Slide. Peter dodged the saws in the hallway as the Guardian slapped a hand on the ground. The traps stopped and the Guardian ran after him.

Peter pulled the pin on his grenade and tossed it at the Guardian, the being caught the grenade in its hand.  Peter watched in horror as the creature placed both hands over the grenade, it exploded in its hand. The force tore the sleeve off of it’s robes and the creatures hands were charred at the palms.

“Give back the ring, fool. It will not end well for you.” The voice of the creature was masculine and deep, it slowly removed its robes revealing itself as a large misshapen spider with eight limbs ending in human hands. It’s head was that of a spider wearing a hat to resemble a human head.

“Finders Keepers.” Peter said before tossing another grenade at his foe, he turned the corner before the brilliant light disoriented stalker.

Peter made his way to entrance, the shimmering blue gate that lead to safety was still up and active. Peter put the ring on his finger before leaping through the gate, the ring howled wildly before  his body distorted in the plane between dimensions. The ring was an artifact of extreme  power and he pulled it into rift with no magical security. The ring shattered and a luminous being made of black sound and silent colors appeared.

“So you broke my containment… You truly are a fool. I guess I’ll have to start over again. Peter, you will be my agent in the new world. You have killed both of our planes from summoning  me prematurely.” The being plucked feathers from its body and revealed that both planes were being covered in a black wave of consuming liquid, billions were consumed within a few heartbeats.

Peter watched in horror as his own home reality was consumed in the vision. Peter screamed, cried and begged the other entity to spare them, he didn’t know what he did to deserve a genocide. The being’s darkness consolidated into a tried looking old woman with the body of a crow.

“Well if it’s any consolation, they aren’t dead but two more worlds are apart of my being. It will take me a while to get them situated within my being. In that time, I will make use of you to find another nexus.”

“I’m not going to do shit… I can’t anyway, if you haven’t noticed we are in the stream between realities because of you.” Peter pointed to the glowing purple streams in the inky blackness that whipped pass them.

“I didn’t exactly shatter a worlds anchor point and you seem to be of the mindset that you have a choice in the matter. I can leave between the realities and where I go… So do the souls of everyone that you ever loved. If you die now you will scatter into the multiverse winds, your heaven, your hell and your minor gods are all swimming around my being.  I will need you to set another anchor point before I can begin reforming them, Go… I will place you in a favorable position.” The bird woman spoke.

Peter was falling, he felt the air on his back. He also felt the pain as he went through a wooden roof and landed in a derelict church. Peter  blinked his eyes and found himself staring at a large canine-like face, large horns jutted from the females head as she looked at him.

“Uhhh…. Hello.” Peter managed weakly as he reached black feathered armed out to pet the large dog-thing. “You a handsome monster that isn’t going to eat me, right fella?”

“I’m a woman but no I’m not going to hurt you. I really hope you are the answer to my prayers. I am Tyra Stonesire.” The female grunted and looked at the bright ring on  Peter’s fingers, she could feel the clawing magic searching her.

“Miss, I’m the answer to no ones prayers. I am an envoy of Avayin Mother of Moons.” Peter blinked as the words came out of his mouth. “My name is Peter, Envoy of the Mother of Moons, she has sent me to aid you in your travels. The price of her service is Orb of Delius and whatever I request along the way.”

Peter felt the presence of Avayin leave him as he stood up, the feathers pulled into his skin and he became his normal human self. Bowing before him was the monstrous female, Peter smiled at the thought of having a henchman.

“So, what did you call me down for?” Peter asked his hand reaching down to pull her up by the horns. “I doubt a big woman like you needs any muscle.”

“I need to find the library of Athrus and learn of my ancestry, I don’t know much about moon dragons and…”  She wave a hand over her face and furred body. “I’m built like a brick house and look like a cow. I want to know about my mother’s side of the family.”

Peter nodded, “Well it seems like  I’m here to help you till I get that Orb. The future awaits my large partner in crime, so where can we find booze, women and money?”

“No clue, I never been in a human town. Many because they prefer to shoot at me or try to set me on fire or something to that effect.” Tyra said before standing to her full height, she scratched under her chin with a smile. “Though you are human, you could tell them I’m not dangerous.”

“Worth a shot, Fluffbuns.” Peter said and gave the massive were-creature slap on the rump.

Tyra picked him up with a single  before placing him on her shoulders, “Hold my horns, I’m gonna run. ”

“O-” Peter had to hold on for dear life as the were creature speed out of the church and down the mountain, she was heading directly for a small town at the speed of a race car.



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Hark!  I see you looking at my little pups(Stories) and you wonder what sort of person writes these snippets.

I am a kennel-master, or not, well, hmmmm.

Let’s try this again, I’m a writer. I don’t really know what to say about myself other than I enjoy creating fiction. I love fantasy and I make it a point to write every day on something. I don’t really know what else to say other than I’m working on a novel about a world filled with talking pigs, bus sized millipedes and other strange wonders with a mix of magic in it.

Oh why am I talking about this? Well a fellow writer I know decided to be all like : Yo, Curious. You need to introduce yourself.”  (Psssst This is her page, Tell her I listened )

Annnd…. Well…. I like dogs, I like writing,  I LOVE COMMENTS. Tell me I suck or tell me I’m awesome. I love it either way. So Uh…. That’s me?


Also Show this guy some love because he is a food person who write.



A Tale of Tyra Stonesire (Part 2)

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.