The Greatest Gift Pt. 1Liz strode amid the rows of houses, her bright red eyes taking in the beauty of her neighborhood as the winter sun cast its golden rays down amid the eves and smoking chimneys. At length she approached a large two story dwelling that carried the sentimental value attached to the place one called home, dropping a hand into the upper half of her two piece garment (hidden beneath a heavy cloak) to extract a ring of keys. Jingling the metallic teeth-ridden objects the dragon fitted a smaller member of the bunch into a lock just beneath the door's handle, giving it a slight twist to swing the large oaken portal wide.
With a relaxed smile Liz slipped inside, closing the door behind her to shut out the season's sting. Sighing contentedly the obsidian scaled woman made her way towards a large fireplace in the entry room, taking in a deep breath to puff out a single ember amid a stack of dry logs. Almost immediately the room became alive with the warmth of the blaze, the hungry fire licking at
Being Thankful for Second ChancesThanksgiving is a time to spend with family. Generally it is a happy time, where relatives scattered across the globe converge in one location to simply appreciate the fact that life, in one form or another, has been good to them over the course of the year they've spent in their own respective way. The meals are always memorable and the conversation even more so – and everyone, after the course of a day or two, leaves to return to normality with that happy glow that only comes from a magical time of year.
That is, of course, unless your family is on the other side of the country, and you missed your flight – as was the case with Liz on the most recent Thanksgiving celebration.
Liz was many things to me: a guardian, a girlfriend, a landlord. She was an island of security in a sea of hostility that was my world – a dragon who, unlike her fellow giants and giantesses, neither wanted to splatter me against the wall or pick her teeth with my bones. She had taken me in and given my existenc
A Deal with a Dragon [Rubygirl14's birthday gift]Argentum sighed as he slung his bag over his shoulder. With a forlorn look he turned back to the cave in which he had spent the last decade of his life a place that had truly come to be called home. Yet now, as the pale orange hue of the fire licked at the walls, they seemed to cast their light on a desolate, alien place.
Another sigh shook both Argentum's body and his will and, ever so slowly, he turned his gaze down to the base of the flames. A short but safe distance away a lone form lay by the blaze, her body curled on a bed of straw. The dragon's keen eyes took in every detail, how every hair stood and how every fiber pulsed with each breath.
They were sights he knew he would never see again.
He turned to the entrance of his cave and, stepping out into the cold of mid-winter just beyond, he realized he had been fighting back tears. His head shook indignantly, clearing his stubborn heart's influence in his mind.
With a rush his wings unfurled from his back, reached out towar
A Priceless Meal
“How much is a person worth, really?” Venom asked. “I mean if you think about it there’s a little bit of metal in the blood – tiny amounts of iron, maybe a hint of copper. You could make weapons out of that, I suppose? And there’s skin – several dozen feet of it when all is said and done. You could write on it? Maybe tan it into clothes or armor? But I think that you’d be better off with something like a cow hide: human skin – or elven, for that matter – probably wouldn’t treat very well, and probably wouldn’t look very fashionable.”
“Shouldn’t you be unloading the ship instead of debating philosophy with me?” Steven demanded.
The two couldn’t have been more different figures – though each was equally striking, in his or her own regard. Steven – as Venom had so offhandedly put it – was an elf: a race marked by longevity most mortal races could appreciate. Steven, as a