Coleus and her flock pt2

It was a strange glee that filled Coleus as she slithered for home. She’d brought many humans back before, but this was the first one she let ride her. She felt his weight upon her weaving coils, the scales rubbing to him as muscles bulged and relaxed, shifting her scaly hide. The human she was affectionately calling Wolfy had to sit leaning forward, knees digging into her sides, but he was keeping his balance well as he was weaved around a

Coleus and Her flock Pt1

Coleus spared a lone look back, ensuring the end of her tail was through the doorway as it slowly swung shut, before letting her thoughts drift to her night. Her long, heavy body slithered across her carpet, heaving onto her extended, deep couch, allowing her space to settle her weary coils across it. Her dinner prospects were foremost. It was her eating night after all. Her tongue flickered in bored distaste, as if craving the tantalising touch

The Particularities of Alien Interviews Part2




The desolate reaches of his home planet stretched out before Max’s eyes as he was sped along. His mind raced with, where he was going, what he was going to see. The most, exciting day in his life came to mind to describe it.

The vehicle was, in effect something between a bus and a train. There were no rails to guide it, only a signal it beelined to, gat

The Particularities of Alien Interviews Part1

Humanity was in two halves, officially at least. The humans of earth, and those of the colonies. Though since the departure across space, the colonies had expanded to be greater in number, although they had not remained unified for any length of time. Mostly divided by starsystem they shared very little. Some had even returned under the governance of earth and the AI, DOC, which had spread through every aspect of life.

Hyrin’s every slithered inch was tense. So far he hadn’t encountered anyone else… which was good in his view. Some distant Navess, but nobody he knew… and he opened the door to his shared space with care… listening. Most… would have eaten their dinner by now and be half comatose… The two humans who had followed him home, moved within the threshold of the corridor, and he beckoned them deeper still, to his own door. His hands were trembling as he bro

Twin Lusts Part 1




Hyrin’s mind drifted in a slight haze, a gentle frown gracing a draconic muzzle, wavering between the urge to sleep and the urge to keep playing the game flashing across the screen ahead of him. He shifted himself, a movement felt around the room as rolls of thick coils moved, one sliding off the bed, gaining some relief from the bedpost which had been digging into him. The back of his forebody was presse

Coleus Navess Break in




Not for the first time that morning, Henry lifted his phone up above his head. The empty hope that even in the silence of the hotel room, that he would have somehow missed the notification. But no, there was no message from Charles waiting for him.

He let the phone drop back to the bed below him before he sat up with a sigh. Hands slid along his cheeks as he endured brief dizziness

“Excited?” Charles asked, his own enthusiasm colouring his voice brightly as he spoke up to be heard over the, dimming drone of the engines as they took respite from the journey.
Henry didn’t respond to his friend immediately, peering idly out one of the windows of the settled craft. All in all, he hadn’t known what to expect of a different planet. It looked about the same… Plants, or whatever this planet’s equivalent was, spread out far&helli

Temple of the Azure




The day so far was proving too much for Avi. Boredom ran through the vulpine’s mind, filtering itself into frustration thanks to the heat and cloying humidity of the surroundings. His coat of fur was not made for this. Below the world rocked back and forth, positioned as he was, sprawled on his back upon the swaying hips of the large riding lizard his companions commanded. Hips the creature had tried to

The Particularities of Alien Races




Space, so far, had been nothing like Ralph had hoped. He twirled a pen in short, stumbling bursts between his fingers, well aware he showed no skill in doing so, mostly keeping his hand busy as he considered the next crossword in the little booklet on his desk. His name was Ralph Gardiner, but the establishment he found himself in wasn’t a place for surnames. He didn’t even know his

Shay flopped her elbows and chest to the outdoor table, nestled near the middle of the small village she knew as home. Her sharp ears flopping to her head with equal lack of motivation. As was her daily routine, the vixen settled in the same spot at the gathering place of the village, and wondered what to do with her life.

Other foxes bustled about. Some sat, eating or drinking. There were a few of these tables, coated against weather, where folk gathered. She listened t

The Hungering Shadow




Gone from twilight, the night truly upon the world, a lone figure hurried his pace on the earthen path that wove between the villages of the island. The determination to not spend another night on the ground, enflamed by the distant glow of light kept the traveller moving. Chill beginning to creep under his cloak as it re-emerged from the spreading shadows where it had hidden throughout the day.

Dizzy Daisy Gardening Club




Katherine reclined, trusting to her knees and the nails bolting the table to the floor to keep her from falling backwards, surveying the cafeteria with an appraiser’s eyes. Wondering idly who would be the lucky morsel to be her lunch today. The dismal bowl of meat speckled plant mush might as well not be there, not a thought of it crossed her mind. It wasn’t that the cafeteria food was bad,

A Wisp Coming of Age: Part 2




The wisp Ral flicked his wings, short, controlled adjustments as he dived through the gauntlet on the lower section of the tree he knew as home. Largely it took the form of rings or barriers he had to avoid while manoeuvring through the route… the first section tended to be straight down in order to clear the floor it was attached to, before making a full ring of the tree. Sometimes he wondere

A wisp’s coming of age




The wooden daggers in Ral’s hands were splintered and worn, his tightening grip into familiar grooves. His breath came out in quick but controlled panting. Behind him, his expansive wings were half flared for balance, his stance forward to allow his short blades greater reach.

A flash of yellow, as his opponent lunged, powering a stab with a surge of their own wings. It

Chandra the highwaydragon




In the depths of woodland humans dared to tread, a small group of four stumbled into a wider spot amid the trees, a natural clearing set on rocky ground where roots finally had to yield. “Bout time we found somewhere”

Roger scowled back at the retort, though no further challenge came from his men. Still, for emphasis, framed as adjusting his belt, he made sure his sh

The Lost expedition:




Light dappled through the canopy, tinted with the many greens of each tree to cast the woodland in a verdant hue. Even the air seemed thick with the life that rose so impossibly huge all around. Vilt found himself spinning in the air, gazing up in passing at the tall mountains of trunks that held the trees so very high. He could climb for a week and never reach the top. Yet the dragons made it seem so easy.

Vicarious Part 2




His own memories were so surreal, Quin noted as he leaned to the leg of a bench, looking out upon the… immense world. It had only been a week, give or take, since he remembered his old life. Or, well, since he and the… real, original Quin were one and the same. He still remembered that potent, depressed resignation, the decision to stop fantasising about ways to bring his fetishes to life, to accep

Zorian’s Date




Chandra woke, a faint rumbling moan as the echoes of sensation washed in at her mind. The solid stone beneath her scales, and a warm spot between her head and paw. She rubbed her jaw to the pleasant warmth, mind pleasantly adrift with no reason to uncurl herself. Then the warmth moved, little, floundering paws pushing to the firm edge of her jawline, digits slipping between her lips. Memory returned, and her

The street felt cold against Quin’s back, barely dulling the ache developing in his lower back. In his defence, he reflected bitterly to himself, it shouldn’t have taken this long.

Above was the arc of the domed ceiling of the city, displaying the mock of a sunny day, faux birds glitching unevenly across its surface. More eye-catching were the spots where the display had failed, and instead revealed the ebony sky, speckled with gusts of red dust. His world wa

StormBlown Chapter 6





Cayas closed his eyes, lifting his head to let the wind play along his jaw and the sensitive markings that would glow so in the dark. It was a nice breeze for flying. He could feel his wings shivering with his deep longing to take to the sky again. But he knew better. Still, his wing didn’t hurt.

He opened an eye a crack to eye the arc of his wing. The scales l

“The City of Scalin” Rick mused to himself, wandering with his partner into the main square of the large settlement. It was a place he’d barely heard of, and certainly never visited. But work did allow him reason to travel, when the job was lucrative enough.

Scalin seemed a prosperous city, sure enough. The roads were finely carved stonework. Not exactly uniform, in fact, in some places it seemed almost patterned. All was the same, off-white stone. The

“Are you going to be alright, captain?”

Brock grunted in answer, hand rested to the weathered wooden railing around the edge of the main deck, closing his eyes and willing his stomach to settle. It was proving insubordinate

“Give me peace, James” he waved his navigator away with a slight brush of his hand “Fifteen years I’ve captained this ship, and not a lick of seasickness. The storm has set a whirlpool going

Reginald glanced up from the waning pool of drink in his mug when the, noisy pair entered. A child could have told you they weren’t from the frontier villages. Both look and manner were just, not seen here. Most notably how loudly they spoke.

“A real adventurer’s tavern, just like the tales” the woman of the two spoke with, unsettling passion

“Rather barren though” the man of the pair added, notably despondent

StormBlown Chapter 5




Cayas dragged his paws into the gloom of his cavern, light flickering from the fire that still burned. Sparing it a look, he grudgingly noted to himself that he’d have to drag in more wood for it. His regal head hung low with the weight of a carcass in his jaws. An odd, thick bodied prey thing he had found. Squat, oval body shape, stubby legs, but it seemed meaty enough. It put him in mind of a mammali

Stormblown Chapter 4




The two-legged hunters were vigilant, Cayas noted as he pressed himself a bit lower to the ground, keeping his focus on the lone of the bipedal primates. The posture really was, shockingly upright. No tail for balance, but yet, the very lack of that was likely what allowed them to be so, straight up. No need to lean forward to counterbalance a tail, but no tail to adjust their balance. Till now, he hadn&rsqu

Stormblown Chapter 3




How his wing ached. No amount of willpower could free Cayas’s focus of that throb. Even with the growl in his belly and the sight of a herd of the, horned prey he’d sampled before. He had been in luck. Facing the morning, he had heard them close, and stalked in for his breakfast. But his wing… the pain that ached in it was so much more than the day before… had he managed to sleep on

Stormblown; Chapter 2




Cayas woke with a slow yawn, hesitating before stretching his wings. The throb of pain in one of them was sobering, and a harsh reminder. The storm, lost at sea… and the strange new place he had washed up. He allowed himself a long, dismal moment of self-pity, sprawled in the cavern. The stiffness in his joints when he moved was enough to convince him that laying on the cold, hard stone all day would

Stormblown




“Cayas, keep up!” the roar broke through the howling wind as Cayas beat his wings with his all, biting back a frustrated, tired reply as he fought to keep the shadows of his fellow dragon’s wings in view through the haze of rain and darkness.

Once more he looked down, and saw nothing but a shifting, inky blackness. The storm had blown them off course so subtly… he&rsqu

Risks of Research




When Zorian found time, between hunting, keeping her sister in check, patrolling the borders of her, territory for two, sleeping and of course, stalking the little morsels who walked a little too far from her sister’s protective wings she liked to settle on a crag that burst up from the trees, and idly watch the humans.

They were not particularly special in that regard. She had wa

Times of new growth




“No, you don’t hold the bow like that” Triel sighed, pressing the fingers of his left hand into his forehead for a moment, enforcing calm on himself before looking to the youth manhandling his first bow…

“Legs apart, keep the bow close. You’re not throwing the arrow, nor are you stabbing, in fact, forget the arrow completely”

Triel regarded, with notable disappointment, the… pitiful meal he had before him. It was his share, and while once, when he was smaller it might have felt suitable, after a day in the woods, it felt decidedly meagre…

The times of plenty were long past. Now was the worst time of the year. The trees had stopped bearing fruit, the animals had begun to ebb from their growth in numbers thanks to constant hunting, and it was becoming time to settle down and endur

With weary hands the village’s doctor placed a new candle into place, a flicker of light from the previous, dying candle flaring it into life, illuminating the inside of his meagre house.

“I’m not the right man for this, Frederick” he muttered, shooting the, half comatose carpenter a forlorn look “I’m getting old, and truth be told I was never smart enough to learn this profession well…” he lifted a dried cloth from Freder

The Prince and Chandra




“Prince Rafael Teregis, First born of our country’s king, governor of the wild territories and future king”

“They don’t care, James” Rafael noted dismissively to his announcer. It wouldn’t stop the formalities, of course… but they were wasted on this place. Outside the window of his carriage was the second of the, disarray of hovels

Shadowing Leon




It was a small village Hannah lived in. The woods surrounded them, dark places one feared at night, but the source of all they needed. The evening was drawing in, but while the sky was lit with beautiful colour, the forest only grew darker. It was as if all the bright hues of the wild world were being drained out into the skies, leaving the cavern of trees gloomy and foreboding. Still, Hannah stood before the tree

Riskiest form of Lifestyle




“Need any nails today, Gavin?”

Gavin glanced up from the smith’s wares, a light shake of the head “no, but thank you. My life up there is about as normal as he’ll allow… and honestly, I couldn’t afford it. I just need a new blade”

The smith shrugged, returning to his work, letting Gavin browse. He frowned

The Eye of the Storm 4




“We just, found him like this” one of the fishermen explained, looking back down to their sprawled carpenter. Frederick had been found collapsed against the hull of the boat his sons had been building. Distant eyes and cold. A blanket and time had started to animate him, but nothing intelligible escaped his mouth.

From the crowd James watched, frozen in place and stunne

The Eye of the Storm 3




“I’d like to thank you all for coming” Frederick spoke before frowning a touch “that said had you not I’d considered you particularly foolish…” he sighed, scratching at his chin. This was such a mess. They never needed to gather so formally, they had had to gather in the warehouse… cobbled together a little more firmly than the rest of their homes, built be

Zorian’s average, normal day




There were several little villages around the mountain officially known as George’s Compass. The name went back to the explorer who first ventured into the rich forests of the east. In unknown lands, the distinctive, high peak had become a powerful point of reference, hence the name. It helped that the spire was so very sharp. The mounds of rock and rubble that surrounded the spire hinted