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Gift of the Sky, Grizz's Story 3, Chapter 2.

Thu, 13 Feb 2025 16:57:13 +0000

Chapter 2

Shara

After waking up, Shara had been extremely cold, and not just shivering from it.

NEVER AGAIN DREAMS! NEVER!

Shara moves her head up, noticing how everyone else was already awake. Her stomach drops, and she slowly sits up, and crosses her talons primly.

Rufis snores heavily. Shara nearly jumps out of her scales from the loud rumbling sound. A pink dragon nears Rufis's great head, and prods it.

She smiles, “Guys, I think he's sleeping.”

A snarky voice responds, “We already know that, General Obvious.”

Shara glares eternally at the rude brown dragon.

“YEAH, Abut you probably couldn't tell that something is stuck in hi-”

He snorts, “Like I care.”

The two continue arguing. Shara reflects on her dream.

I've read about some dragons getting visions during the gift of the sky ceremony, but that was only with those with prophetic gifts…

Rufis expelled an especially fierce snore. And then a snort. And then a fiery sneeze. The dragonettes near him were caught in the blast. The flames continued going until Rufis started coughing.

He closes his jaw, “Mmm wha. Oh mmm righ.”

He coughs, watching the dragonettes' horrified faces. Shara shakes herself out of shock, and rushes forward, at the same time as another dragonette. They collide, and Shara is knocked into the embers.

“OW! GERROFFF!” Says a voice beneath her. Shara leaps into the air, and spots the pink dragon, who had wrapped her wings around the brown one. He looks around, terror evident on his face, as he runs away from the scorched plains. The pink dragon investigates her scales, making impressed noises.

Rufis nods, “Guess we found one of you ‘nettes Gifts.”

His mouth widens into an evil grin, “Now let's find the rest of your Gifts…”

He snatches Shara from the air, and deposits her on the ground.

“You first.”

Saying something for the first time since getting here, she stutters, “Um-m I dunn- um.”

She breathes in, stilling her panic.

This isn't something to be scared of. Just general things.

She says, much more clearly, “I don't know what my gift is.”

Rufis shrugs, “You should have noticed something different about yourself. Another muscle, some kind of feeling. It won't be my fault if you can't show us something.”

He walks past her, and strides to the other dragonettes.

Shsta takes a deep breath, and exhales a few sparks. She closes her eyes, and investigates every scale, talon, and wing tip. She starts smoking through her nostrils. She rechecks, but feels nothing new. Her tail begins flicking, and she starts crinkling her brows. She peeks an eye open, and sees several gifts on display, like the brown ones superspeed against the pink ones' hardened scales.

She closes her eyes again, several emotions warring in her. Sadness, iealousy, guilt, rage, anger, to name a few. Someone steps on her tail, and she turns and roars in painful fury. Something shifts in her jaw, and the affronting dragon ducks beneath a beam of light. Shara blinks a few times, and sees Rufis's scorched back, and the cleanly cut trees.

Rufis glares, “IF this wasn't your first time using your gift, I would arrest you.” his snout turns into a smile, “But that was very impressive for a Copper Dragon with zero training against my Gifts manifestation.”

His snout frowns, “Now do it again.”

Falph

Falph had been sitting at his best friend's favorite spot in the forest, beneath a humongous red oak tree, which was by far the biggest tree Falph had ever seen. It towered above many of the others, and Falph had selected a spot underneath a much smaller version of it.

He has been here for hours, waiting for Marko to show up, so they could have their picnic.

When will he get here? It's been at least a few hours since lunch, and he hasn't shown up. What if he got mugged? What if he forgot? What if…

Falph hears a twig snap. He turns his head to see a herd of deer fleeing by him.

… this should be good practice.

He focuses on his palm, and a crystal appears. He imagines a sharper point. He imposes this image on the crystal, and it slowly shifts into what he wanted. His concentration slips when he feels his claws slip underneath him.

His snout hits the ground, and pain engulfs his talon. He snarls, and pulls his talon out of the crystallized mess he created. An intricate shape of bluegreen, piercing the neighboring trees, and fortunately not him. His talon was covered in it, and he imagines it falling off him. It does, at a much slower pace then he formed the other one. He touches where the crystal pierced his talon, and hisses.

I gotta clean this. He looks back at the picnic. Sorry Marlo, but I have been waiting a while. I don't think you are showing.

He gingerly collects the setup and puts it in the basket. He hangs it on his wing tip, where his claw curls around it. He then takes off.

I'm going to raid Marlos place for a medical kit, or some spare cloth. He can tell me what happened and why he didn't come. Maybe he got A horrible score and got too embarrassed?

Falphs mind chews on why Marlo didn't come. He dips and dives between several trees, and brushes against some of the smaller ones. After some time, Falph arrives at Marlos place. He notices something was wrong immediately.

Where is the brand new art project he would be working on? The light globes?

Falph lands on the platform, all thoughts about the wound gone. He strodes inside, and goes straight to Marlos bedroom.

The nest was slept in, but the blankets are not tossed on the floor…

He picks one up, investigating what he thought he saw. He gasps, dropping it. A purple liquid seeps into the cloth.

Wyvern venom?! Maybe he has a sample and spilled it…

Falph flees to the kitchen, and searches throughout for clues to someone being in here. He notices the amazing tapestry Marlo made was askew. He carefully flips it over, and notices the note was gone.

There is no doubt about it. Wyverns kidnapped Marlo.

Falph grabs the blanket, wraps it up, and flies. At top speed, an hour later, Falph reaches a lightning struck tree, and lands hard at the gnarled porch. He rushes to the door and knocks.

A gray blue dragon steps out, towering over Falph.

“Who is it?”

Falph would have smiled if he wasn't so grim, “I'm down here Ms Stormcatcher.”

She looks down, and her easy smile disappears, “Falph honey, what's wrong? I've never seen you so dower, did your old man… you know?”

Falph looks wide eyed at Marlos mom, “Noooo. Eli still has a few years still left in him. It's about Marlo. I went to his house, and he was gone.”

She nods, “I would think he left to restock his home, but something tells me otherwise.” She gives Falph a look that says, tell me now.

Falph slowly takes the blanket out, and hands it to her. She unfolds it, and freezes.

She slowly looks back at Falph. Her eyes were so wide, and so dilated, he recognized this as livid anger.

“I. AM GOING. TO KILL. SOMETHING. PREFERABLY THESE WYVERNS.” She walks back into her house, leaving Falph alone.

Mare

“ARE YOU EVEN CARRYING YOUR WEIGHT? STOP LAUGHING THIS ISNT FUNNY. I'M GOING TO REPORT YOU!”

Mare had been dying of laughter ever since they abducted the blue dragon, simply because of her partner in crimes complaining.

The sun is too bright. The frogs are croaking. Anything that exists deserves to be complained about.

The two of them had been awkwardly carrying Marlo with their hind legs, and it wasn't going well with the kinda small dragon and two fully grown wyverns.

Once Mare shakes her head of tears, she suggests, “Why don't we wake him up, and have him fly between us? No carrying involved at all.”

“FINE. I'm only agreeing to this because YOU WONT SHUT UP.”

The duo lands, and Mare looks around.

Wow. It's so beautiful here. Raven would love this place…

She nears one of the bigger trees, which was as thick as her.

About as thick as the skull of my accomplice.

She slices into the bark, and Sees a wonderful looking liquid.

OOOOO. I love this purple . Wish I could paint. Can you paint with sap?

She investigates more of the trees as time passes.

“What are you looking for now? Better not be paint…”

Mare ignores her. After some time, a low groan echoes from behind her. Mare turns and sees the blue dragon shakily getting to his feet.

“Where… am…” His eyes widen as Mares partner sits directly in front of him.

“You are now prisoner of Tarrs army, and you will not be rescued. You will not be saved, and you will be worked.”

Marlos eyes dilate, “I'm warning you, get any closer and you will face danger.”

Mare begins detecting an electrical disturbance, and starts moving behind Marlo.

Did he seriously not see me? Idiot.

As he charges up something, Mare body slams him. He releases a held in breath.

“What she said. You are Tarrs prisoner, and you aren't escaping.” Mare grabs the dragonette, and roughly shifts him around until he is sitting.

“You are going to fly with us. Any attempts of escape will be met with punishment.”

Marlos head lowers. Mare carefully keeps every ounce of emotion out of her voice, as she feels Marlos sadness basically start hurting her.

Why was I the freak who got the Gift of emphasizing… IT'S SO STUPID!

Hope yall liked and enjoyed!

Out

-Grizz

Gift of the Sky, Grizz's Story 3, Chapter 1

Mon, 10 Feb 2025 04:47:18 +0000

Chapter I

Shara

She passes by several beautiful trees, many with a wide variety of colors. Some have gold trunks, with blue leaves. Others are white, and have gold leaves, and many more with many different variations.

I really do love this grove, what was it called? Ah yes. I forget.

Her tail swishes above tapping talons, disturbing the leaf litter. She watches every dragonette stare agape. She could practically imagine their thoughts, no wait. She could hear them.

“What is Shara doing here? Shouldn't she be in a private ceremony?”, whispers one dragon to another. The heat within her rises in pride.

Shara turns her attention back towards the much older dragon amidst them. His head bobs near the top of the trees. Sharas checks her height in comparison.

Not tall enough.

Her head barely reaches the first small branches. He emits a low growl. All of the dragonettes stop their jabbering immediately.

“Welcome to the Grove of Color. You may call me Rufis. Every dragonette here will come into the grove untested, untreated, and weak. Every dragonette should leave much stronger, smarter, with a Gift in their talons, and willing to serve their families.”

Many dragonettes begin whispering with excitement. Rufis growls again. Gray eyes alight with rage, “After receiving your Gift, it will determine the course of your life. Many of you won't get the job of your dreams.” He watches every dragonette slowly deflate. Shara was busy checking off everything on her mental list.

Long speech? Check. A sad discussion? Check. A director who is far too serious? Check. Long speech? Wait yeah already checked.

Sharas thoughts are broken when her eyes immediately snap to some leaves moving in a place without wind. They dance, gathering more leaves, until a leaf descends in front of every dragonette present. Shara hears several noises of delight, while she watches her own leaf’s descent. After landing, she sees a golden liquid contained in it. Her head cocks in confusion.

How did that not fall out?... I call it magic. Or metium just doesn't fall out.

Shara turns her head back to Rufis. His eyes seem to be looking into empty space. Once he realizes every dragon was looking at him, he shakes his head.

He then looks at his audience, “Well? What are you waiting for? Drink!”

Immediately several dragonettes literally eat their leaves, and start hacking and coughing. Sharas snout curves into a grin.

HEY! NO LAUGHING! That's rude ma'am.

Her attempts to keep a straight face fail, and she turns her attention back to her leaf. The golden liquid perfectly reflects her rose eyes.

Here goes nothing.

She carefully scoops the leaf, which takes up her entire palm, and tips it back into her mouth. The shock at the freezing liquid is evident when she nearly snorts it back through her nose. Her stomach sinks. Her head whips around.

Did anyone hear that? Or see? Nope. Crisis averted.

She nearly pukes it back out when it reaches her stomach.

COLD COLD. SO COLD. TOO COOOOLD.

Regardless of the cold, her eyes feel droopy.

No thanks. No need to nap in the middle of the day. Maybe just one nap…

Sharas head touches the ground, and was out like a snuffed candle.

Shara cracks an eye open. A lavascape surrounds her, and several charred dragon skulls litter the ground. Shock permeates every single muscle of her body, and she springs up.

IF this is a dream, please be, this is BY FAR one of the most realistic.

She nudges a nearby skull, and she feels it disintegrate beneath her claw. Dark laughter echoes from around her, and the ground begins shaking.

Shara springs into the air, beating red wings, and watches with horror as a volcano erupts from miles away. Cracks appear from it, creating valleys of lava. The dark laughter starts again, ending in hysterics.

Shara roars, “WHO ARE YOU? AND STOP LAUGHING!”

The laughter transforms into words, "NONE shall withstand my army. NONE will remember the times of tranquility and peace. ALL shall fall before me, and All shall bow in despair." Laughter bordering on insanity follows.

A voice quietly whispers, in such a peaceful tone that it was out of place, “With this Gift, we grant you the ability to relight your races' fire, and to guide all races into an era of unprecedented peace. To illuminate the encroaching darkness, and burn its corrupted talons from its grip on this world”

Falph

Falph takes yet another nasty fall. He picks his snout out of the mud just in time to get elbowed in the face. Muddy blues scales fill his vision. He shoves his best friend off of him, and he watches several other dragonettes on his team encounter similar fates. He watches an olive dragon fly into the air and roar in anger. Falph, along with every other dragonette, follow the angry teacher.

Among wide forest branches are several entrances carved into thick trees, with porches, balconies, and gardens, all thriving with life, on gargantuan trees. Unfortunately, the mud-stained group turns away from the liveliness, and heads to a wide weathered branch, with an even gloomier entrance in the tree trunk. The olive green dragon glares at every dragon, and shoots Falph an especially fierce glare.

She calls each dragon by name, and they could all hear her roaring in anger at the cowering dragonettes that she calls over. Falph cringes every time she opens her mouth.

“Oh come on, it's not that bad. What's another few weeks of getting yelled at and then getting sent to somewhere amazing?” Falphs best friend nudges him with his snout.

Falph stares quizzically, and Marlo rolls his eyes, “Come on. Talk to me. I know it was a kinda bad practice, but I swear you get closer to beating someone every time!”

Falph stares at his best buddy.

Don't you dare betray me face.

Then he smiles.

Darn it, snout! I was trying too hard.

Marlo grins back, nudging Falph again, and Falph relents, “Well, I might be getting closer, but it's nowhere near close enough to what I need to get sent somewhere worth while. Not like you.”

Marlo waves Falphs compliment away, “Who me? I can basically sneeze lightning from my snout. You? You can freeze dragons in place! And create forts that can withstand Fire dragon flames! It's amazing!”

Falph snorts, and mutters, “Yeah right. I create five crystals and I take a nosedive.”

Marlo opens his snout only to have it closed by the teacher slamming it shut.

She glares, and roars a lot quieter, “At least you got above your average. but you…”

She slowly turns her head towards Falph, and jabs a talon into him with every word, “You. Don't. Even. Try.” She glares at him so fiercely he swears he is getting burned, “Just because you probably have the highest untrained gift potential in this group doesn't mean you can not do the endurance tests.”

Falph wanted to interject badly, but the fact that she wasn't even roaring at him scared him enough. After a long minute of every dragon watching the teacher stare down Falph, she walks away, announcing that a new teacher should arrive to evaluate their Gifts.

Good thing it wasn't for an hour.

Marlo drags Falph towards an outcropping of wood, and sits there. Enjoying the pleasant view of the bustling village, Marlo side glances at Falph.

Falph smirks, “I still don't have a clue what they will test us on. But hey,” Marlos eyes fall in disappointment, “Not every nature dragon gets a Gift that allows them to snort lightning.”

Marlo chuckles, “Snort lightning. Fire dra-goons better watch out, or they will get snorted.” Falphs small grin appears again.

“HELLO EVERY DRAGON!”

Falph and Marlo both turn to see a red dragon at the foot of their school's doors.

Oh no. Don't be enthusias-

“WHO IS READY TO USE THOSE AWESOME GIFTS? YOU ARE? AND YOU? WOW! LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!”

Falph feels his face heat up.

This is gonna be a disaster.

He watches the first uncomfortable student use his Gift to spawn a rock. A small trickle of blood leaks from a nostril. The red dragon nods, and uses a weird talon gesture. This continues until Falph is walked up to.

Can adults be more my size? Not like 5 times it. That would be sweet.

Falphs great grandfather's voice echoes in his head, ‘just get bigger. Simple as that,’

No one is bigger than you gramps.

“Hellooo?” a talon waves in Falphs face.

He feels his face heat up again, “Oh um, sorry ma'am, I zoned out. What did you ask?”

She smiles, and something about it puts him on edge, “Hello, I'm Rosy. I'm here to study all of you wonderful dragonettes Gifts! Can you please demonstrate until you hit your limit?”

Simple enough, “Yes ma'am.” Whilst talking to her, he had focused on his palm, and wished a crystal to appear on it. Something within him had seemed to shift. He lifts a talon up, and a teal crystal of the exact same color as Falph rested in it. Rosy puts a massive talon underneath his. Falph watches the crystal reflect a myriad of greens, blues, and teals, as it falls into the awaiting scaled palm.

Rosy’s eyebrows raise when it lands, “Interesting, very interesting… I don't need more than this.” She creates several talon gestures, and moves on.

She proceeds to Marlo, who basically spat out lightning in a summoned jar, that vanishes as soon as Marlo could no long breathe lightning. She then continues with the rest of the students, bids farewell, and takes flight.

Marlo sits next to Falph, who watches Rosy fly away, “See you when our results come in?”

Falph nods, murmuring, “see you next time.”

Falph falls off the platform, and a feeling of joy rises in him. He spreads his wings, and takes flight. As his ice blue membrane fills with air, Falphs smile spreads a bit bigger than his usual small one.

Mare

She has absolutely no clue to how she was currently stalking some random Nature dragons home, nor why the wyvern who had agreed to do it with Mare was basically starting daggers at her.

Well of course she had an idea, because of ‘Yada yada, captives are great. Lots of captives. Also no one likes you,’ But why this random small town? Mare knew why, but her mind always shys away from it. And for good reason. And she wasn't about to start thinking about it.

After waiting a while, Mare smacks her distracted partner with her thick tail, barely avoiding stabbing her with the stinger. She gestures to the sky blue dragon who was currently landing. Her partner rolls her eyes, and touches both of them. Mare watches her talons disappear.

It's so nice being invisible. Wish I got that kind of gift.

They both sneak into the house the dragon had walked into. Mare looks around, and sees it's a single room, with only two more alcloves. Before Mare could sneak in, she gets pulled back by invisible talons. Mare just barely doesn't touch another blue Nature dragon.

I'm back to invisibility is okayish. Are these two related?

She sticks her snout into the room, and she watches the dragon wait. She felt her partner start hovering above her own head. Mares snout curves in a grin when she imagines what that would look like without invisibility.

The target comes out, and emits a squeal of joy, “DAD! What are you doing this far out? I thought there was a thunderstorm you needed to deal with!”

The bigger dragon smiles at his son, “Let's say the report for it was a tad over exaggerated. How did you do on your exam?”

“I honestly have no clue. The dragon who came over asked us to do simple things, like spitting my lightning into a jar. I think every dragon at school was worrying too much about it. But I got above my average on the physical!”

The conversation begins lengthening from minutes to hours. While they talked more and more, something within Mare became more broken.

What is this I'm feeling? Jealousy? Guilt? Well it's always guilt, but it's also… longing? Naaa this emotional stuff better go.

Mare shoves it into an imaginary bottle labeled, ‘do not open’.

Much better.

The conversation lasts about a few minutes longer when the family unfortunately breaks. They say their ‘I love yous’, and the bigger dragon flies off. After more waiting, Mare gets tapped to go in. She feels her partner in crime move away. She follows her in. After viewing the cozy living room, she enters a simple kitchen. She sees the small stack of dishes, and a miniscule bucket filled with bones. She nearly left the room when she laid eyes on one of the most beautiful pieces of work she has ever seen.

She brushes her talons on the lovingly crafted tapestry of some kind of long dragon-like creature, circling storm clouds that looked like they were raining a rainbow liquid. A lightning bolt illuminates the tapestry in a dramatic way that Mare thinks fits.

She gently lifts the tapestry and sees a note on it.

Creator: Marlo. Date: 234. 649th year of War. Project for my history report.

Mare quietly takes the note.

“WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?” Says a very angry whisper.

Mares head snaps up to see nothing.

Of course you aren't going to see anything you idiot.

She lowers the tapestry, whispering, “I was looking for a hidden vault.”

She hears an exasperated sigh, “Once this village is taken over, we won't be searching it.”

Footsteps leave the room, and Mare sighs.

If only I didn't have to do this…

Mare walks to the other room, and watches a sleeping Marlo.

Hope you all enjoyed. Should I put in a reader discretion advisory? Let me know what you think, and how much yall liked it.

Until next time

-Grizz

What is your Chinese New Year Zodiac Animal?

Tue, 04 Feb 2025 18:33:06 +0000

I'm a Dragon!

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OC!!! (Old ?)

Mon, 23 Sep 2024 03:09:29 +0000

His name is subject 665, his real name is kyle. He is FTM :3

Idk if the website will allow this drawing :/