Xianyu gave a long, breathy sigh and shook his muzzle a little, waving a paw idly through the air for emphasis, his tail giving a slow flick. "I did not make the rules. It is one virgin, of age, or nothing." He said bluntly to the village elder standing before him. Far from being an imposing dragon, Xianyu was barely five feet tall at the shoulder, with a l...
Dame Mara dismounted her horse some distance from the crag ahead. Fierce roars and sounds of battle issued from the crag, smoke billowing from the heart of the cavern. The knight strode forward, at just over six feet tall her shining silver armor reflected the bright sun, and her armor held over a build bulky enough to support it. She crouched down to fix a...
A/N: Hey there everyone! I just got back from vacation. I had to wait for my new editor to get caught up with this story, but I was able to email Todger the next part before I left. Anyway, here's the next part. I hope you enjoy it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By the time the ladies made it to their destination, everyone was there, even Meridian. Glancing at her fut...
+++++++ She was driving home from the Doctor's appointment; steering with her right hand while her left rested on her stomach. She was thinking of the future and her husband as she approached the intersection. The light was green her way and had been for a bit as the stopped traffic had cleared out. She was half way through the intersection when the street...
(Please read this first!) A/N: Has it really been 3 years? I actually was going to give up on this story, but then several people kept contacting me wishing I continue this series. To those of you who don't know though, my main focus has been on my artwork since I want that to be my career. However, I have learned that I need to finish what I started and I...
Everyone in this story is older than 18, well maybe except for the guest Cobra They don’t live that long but in Cobra years it’s 18. Of course Sir Buckles is older than dirt. * * * * * Sir Buckles huffed and puffed as the young wench bounced up and down on his "Short sword" as the wench liked to call his cock. …and it really wasn’t all that short at 6 inch...
The ragged cliffs struck the sky, breaking it apart in a stormy, grey cloud that was said to herald one's ultimate demise. If it had been a true omen, ravens would have cawed and flapped across it, disturbing the dark glamour with their raggedness, but Xigfeldo was the true omen and portent of death on the face of the cliff, stones crumbling away as he hung...
Titus gave a soft, deep grunt as smoke curled out of his scaled muzzle and rose towards the ceiling as he peered out the window. He gave a glance down at his obsidian claws, and then sighed, examining the gold watch on his wrist a moment later. The Dragon was annoyed by all of this waiting... to say the very least. Unlike many of his kind, he utterly and com...
Sir Buckles was just sitting down to his usual breakfast of mushed oats and insect bits when he heard the front bell chime announcing an arrival. Only the kings messengers dared ring at this hour of the morning. Well maybe not just the messengers. He had told that cute little wench at the Bull Frog inn that she could stop by today to watch him practice joust...
There are many legends in Switzerland, most are well known, passed down from generation to generation, but some are less well known. Some of the less well known are simply silly stories invented to pass the long winter nights, others are seldom spoken of because they are true, which of those is this legend? You decide. Lucy and some friends are up in the mo...