[Primus] She entered my home only three nights before and already her allure overwhelms my senses. I can smell her in the walkways, taste her fingertips as they brush against my walls, and feel the butterfly kisses her feet make as she moves through her room. There is no part of me that doesn’t crave to be near her. It makes no sense to me why I suddenly feel this need to be close to anyone, never mind a small, fragile thing like her. Could she even bear my touch if I were in my true form? Would she willingly come to me scaled as I am, or will she only ever want the touch of human flesh? If she could bear it, would I crush her, breaking her without knowing? Even for a human, she is still so weak, still needing so much more care than I have yet been able to give her. Cold, wet, smelling deeply of earth and my familiar dragon scent, it is dark in my cave. Adjusting my wings, I roll over onto my back to stare up at the bats and stalactites. I get adjusted, curling into a ball, my scale
[Millicent] What just happened? Primus is afraid. Afraid of me. All because we had a single moment where we allowed ourselves to be vulnerable. To touch and be touched. Remembering what Leon had said about companionship, maybe it cost him more than I can ever understand to let me get so close to him. But he wanted it. He asked me for it. Kneeling on the floor I replay the evening in my mind.____ As soon as I entered the hall, I noticed things were different. Everything
[Primus] I cannot trust my judgment with the smell and feel of her in my senses, so I am going to see the one person I know who could snap me back to reality, my sister, Ona. She’s a star fire dragon, which means she can be extremely temperamental, unpredictable, and capricious. She is also shrewd, wise, honest, and loyal. She’d never break a bond of trust. She’s the meanest, bravest, craziest drakaina I know. I can trust her to keep my secrets and to be strong enough to fight anyone else who comes seeking them as a way to hurt me. She is both my dearest friend and the greatest competition I have for the dragon throne. You’d think that alone would make her someone I shouldn’t give my confidence to, but we came to an und
[Millicent] On that first evening, I just laid down on the floor of the main hall and wept until the fire was burned down to ashes, my body aching and confused by everything I was feeling. I hate Primus. Every part of me hates him. He trapped me here, bullied me, and treated me like another shiny bauble in his horde to put on display and put away whenever it pleased him. But then he also does these strangely kind things that baffle me because of how much consideration it shows he has in my regard. Things like sending me Leon or making that deal with me and only asking for a dance in exchange, how he listened when I asked him not to kill those men. He didn't need to do any of those things, but he did. Why would he do these types of things for someone who means so lit
[Primus] Ona suggested I come clean with Carnelia, and tell her the truth about everything I might be hiding from her. To be “kind” to her. But how can I show her this kindness if she can’t be in the same room with me without being angry? If she ever chooses to be in the same room with me at all. She met her end of our agreement by allowing me to touch her, to dance with her, and now I am bound to do the same. Even if that means she never wants to see me again. I cannot say that I’d blame her if that was the choice she made. The way I left he
015: Landing [Millicent] Those eyes. There is so much anger in those eyes. Large green and glowing they hurt to look at. A roar carried by the wind speaks to me. Is it a warning or a threat? Grasping the window ledge, my heart pounding in my chest, I look back, focused on that malevolent gaze. The crystal of the window panes, covered in condensed dew, is almost too slick to grip. I move my hand a bit m
[Primus] She refuses to wake. Stubborn woman. Why is she always so stubborn? We have tended her wounds, fed her broth, and cleaned her body. She is fading away before my eyes and I do not know how to stop it. My Carnelia, once so full of life and fire now lies silent and still. Having this healer in my space is a violation. No one is allowed in my space. I can smell his hands on my things and it is taking every scrap of grace I have not to rip his fingers from his hands. Especially after he tends to her. I want to kill him for even looking at so much of her tender flesh. Despite his ministrations over several days
Before time as we know it, when the universe itself was freshly hatched, on a high mountain overlooking a deep valley, the drakaina of light, Oaestr, guarded a beautiful clutch that she had lain after joining with her mate, Nyxt, the shadow drake. In her nest were five unique eggs, each more beautiful than the last, with shells that glowed dully like captured stars. When hatching day arrived, Oaestr was filled with joy. At last, she would meet her new offspring, the first new dragons in this new world they had found. It was lonely by herself as Nyxt had gone off in search of other lands and adventures, and she was unable to follow as she could not leave their younglings behind until they were weaned and ready to hunt on their own. The first egg to hatch was a blue as bright as a robin's egg. When the young drake freed himself of his shell, he spread two feathered wings above his head and stretched his long neck. His voice was light and melodic and he quickly took to the sky, flyin