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DRAKE
I guess it’s my turn? I’ll try to do my best…
I’m not a good writer.
I’m just a dragon battling with severe phobia. Fear in general.
I’d mention that Fengar did nothing to move the story forward, but the wolf is scary and I’ll keep those thoughts to myself… hopefully he doesn’t try to proofread this …
****
Once the wolf leaves with a swish of his tail and ponytail, it’s only Theo and I alone with the shark. At least for the first few moments before another wolf, this one brown with light blue hair, enters the open area with some form of device or other in his paws. I keep him in my line of sight and slink back so I can lean against the wall while Theo starts up a conversation with the shark.
“Hey there,” starts the cat with a wide grin which causes the corners of his blue eyes to crease. “I’m Theo. Nice to meet you. How are you able to be on land when you are a shark?”
The hammerhead shark sighs loudly with a heave of his shoulders which causes them to slump as though weighed down. “I’m Henrick,” he replies in a soft voice. His speech is slow as though his thoughts are elsewhere and not on the current conversation. “It’s not important. I just can.”
“I’ve never seen a shark on land before,” states Theo with a thoughtful flick of his yellow tail. “You’re cool.” The cat turns towards me. “How long before I can unpack? I was hoping I could get that done as soon as I got here. I also need a shower because my sister tried to roast me in her car on the way! I’m going back in there.”
“What?!” I yelp as I pull my paws out of the pouch of my hoodie and make a grab for the tiger’s arm. I’m too slow and he’s already opening the door to the dorms. “No. He’ll kill you!”
He’s through the door before I can take more than a step in his direction. I almost run into the shark and have to stop before I do. “Um,” I mutter as best I can. “I’m sorry.”
He says nothing but sighs again with his gaze turned towards the sky.
I dash through the door just before it can close and am in hot pursuit of the tiger. Clayton isn’t a friendly dragon on the best of days and for someone who made him so obviously mad it wasn’t going to end well. When my gray cousin got mad, it was advisable that everyone run as fast as they can even if they weren’t the source of his anger. That Theo seemed completely oblivious to his mood was yet another reason to make sure they had more time apart.
“Wait!” I call to the yellow tiger as I just catch a glimpse of his tail turning up the landing between floors on the stairwell and vanishing from view. Not for the first time I wish I was born with wings as I try and race up the stairs after the feline.
I catch up to him just as he’s getting his keys out to open the dorm door. I know tigers aren’t the fastest of felines, but this one has a certain way of walking that makes him seem to move faster than usual and with a grace I wasn’t sure was a cat thing or just a Theo thing.
“Please don’t go in there,” I plead. “Clayton’s not a nice dragon. I don’t want him to destroy the place or end up killing you.”
I grab his wrist as he turns the doorknob without paying heed to me. His fur is unusually soft and fluffy, but that’s not what stops me in my tracks.
Something happens and I’m not sure how best to describe it. It feels like wind rushes past me and straight through me to my very center of being. It feels like the painful shock I got from my older sister jamming one of my claws into the power outlet. It feels like being plucked out of somewhere peaceful and being dropped into the middle of a busy intersection of a large city and being overwhelmed by the sudden noise. And, it feels like magic. Similar to the kind Clayton accidentally used on me once when I made him mad.
Theo appears unaffected as he pushes open the door with a sideways glance at me. His head is tilted to the side a little and a single eyebrow is raised. He shrugs good naturedly with thoughts only on having a shower and finding where he’d packed the soap.
“Sorry,” I mutter as I snatch my clawed paw away from his arm. “Do you mind if I at least come in and try to calm Clayton down? You have your shower. I’ll work on my cousin.”
“Okay,” replies Theo with a grin. “I don’t mind.”
I follow him into the room to the open glare of my cousin. Most of the boxes that were on his bed are now on the floor and he’s lying on the bed. His claws are tapping furiously over his phone with a little more force than is necessary. If he keeps it up for too long the screen is likely to crack, again.
Theo hums slightly as he makes a beeline directly for his suitcase beside the other bed and pulls out a bag full of toiletry essentials including a large bar of soap. Even with the bag still sealed, I can smell the masculine scents emanating from that bag.
He flips his fluffy blue towel over one shoulder before seeming to notice Clayton. “Don’t mind me,” he says with a good-natured grin which just causes the dragon’s scowl to deepen. “I’m just going to have a shower before I can unpack and get out of your fur, or I should probably say scales here. Oh well.”
He shrugs and is through the bathroom door before either of us can reply.
“Don’t clog the drain with all that fur!” growls Clayton before turning back to his phone and tapping at it again. There’s a slight cracking sound and the gray dragon growls loudly before throwing the phone across the room where it hits the fridge and falls to the ground close to my feet.
I pick up the phone and am mildly amused that it’s still working despite being thrown and the spider web of cracks scrawling across its screen. I cross the room and sit down on the edge of his bed while being very careful not to touch him.
“You’re making the shadows dance again,” I mutter. My voice sounds a lot calmer than I feel. I really don’t like his magic at the best of times and he was angry enough to lash out with it if provoked any more.
Clayton turns his pale purple eyes towards me in a glare before he closes them and takes a deep breath to center himself. When he opens them again, they are softer and more in control of his turmoil. The shadows around the room, which had been lengthening, darkening and quivering, stilled and shrank back to their normal state.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters with a lash of his long powerful tail. It gently thwacks against mine, and it takes me a moment to quell the instinct to leap off the bed. “I don’t know what it is, but that tiger gets me riled up easier than anyone I know.”
“I see that,” I agree.
Clayton doesn’t like very many people. He’s very dominant by nature and doesn’t like to back down. It’s led to a lot of conflict, usually ending in destruction, within the family. We dragons, at least in our family, I haven’t been behind the closed doors of any others, are very stubborn, proud and selfish to the point of narcissism. Add in clashing egos and a dabble of magic and you’ve got a constant family feud. No one in our family gets along, but they tolerate each other because they are “dragons and are required to uphold their image to the lesser beasts.”
I’m the odd one out. I don’t have magic. I’m not dominant, preferring to avoid conflict even if it means fleeing. I’m the family coward. My older siblings treat me like their play-toys. I don’t get excited by physical treasures and I am careful in everything I do. I’ve been told by my own mother that I’m lower than a lizard, that I’m a worm unworthy of the family name.
Clayton is the only one who doesn’t play the dominant game with me. As far as I can tell, I’m the only one who can calm him down when he’s in a rage. We were born within a year of each other and grew up close. He accepts me for who I am and doesn’t try to change me with word manipulations, magic or brute force.
“It’s the first day,” I say in a soft voice to keep him calm. “As far as I can see, he means well, but he doesn’t seem to think much. He just leaps into the situation without a thought, and maybe that’s what annoys you. He ran into you twice without looking where he was going. At least give him a few more days before you decide to hate him forever.”
“You’re right,” Clayton sighs. “I’m being hasty and stubborn again. This isn’t the family. I came here to get away from them. I don’t want to bring part of them with me. I’ll give him time.”
“Good,” I reply.
He moves toward me and wraps me in a hug before I can flinch away. I do freeze, and I can tell he noticed, but he still hugs me gently. When he lets go, he’s wearing a slight smirk.
“Thanks, Drake,” he says with a hint of affection. “I’m okay now. You can go make sure your dorm room is ready for you. Try not to be terrified of whatever roommate you end up with.”
I force a slight laugh, but I can’t hide the fact that he’s right about me being terrified to meet someone new that I’ll be sleeping in the same room with. I nod slightly as I make my way out the door and into the hall. I know I’m not ready to face whoever it is, but hiding out with my cousin isn’t going to make it go away.
I just hope they don’t hate me.
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It's time to meet Drake. I'm just loving being able to draw my characters and play with getting better at lighting effects and cool backgrounds. I get to tweak the original designs and even though I am no longer the shapeshifting furry who could transform from tiger to wolf, dragon, shark and hawk, I still get to keep them around. I may have grown and evolved, but I love looking back and this story gives me a chance to keep them around and develop them
All characters in this story are mine, if I decide to include some of my friends as side characters, I will give credit to them for inspiring said characters, but they will appear under different names than the original and I may tweak designs a little to suit the world I'm building.
DRAKE
I guess it’s my turn? I’ll try to do my best…
I’m not a good writer.
I’m just a dragon battling with severe phobia. Fear in general.
I’d mention that Fengar did nothing to move the story forward, but the wolf is scary and I’ll keep those thoughts to myself… hopefully he doesn’t try to proofread this …
****
Once the wolf leaves with a swish of his tail and ponytail, it’s only Theo and I alone with the shark. At least for the first few moments before another wolf, this one brown with light blue hair, enters the open area with some form of device or other in his paws. I keep him in my line of sight and slink back so I can lean against the wall while Theo starts up a conversation with the shark.
“Hey there,” starts the cat with a wide grin which causes the corners of his blue eyes to crease. “I’m Theo. Nice to meet you. How are you able to be on land when you are a shark?”
The hammerhead shark sighs loudly with a heave of his shoulders which causes them to slump as though weighed down. “I’m Henrick,” he replies in a soft voice. His speech is slow as though his thoughts are elsewhere and not on the current conversation. “It’s not important. I just can.”
“I’ve never seen a shark on land before,” states Theo with a thoughtful flick of his yellow tail. “You’re cool.” The cat turns towards me. “How long before I can unpack? I was hoping I could get that done as soon as I got here. I also need a shower because my sister tried to roast me in her car on the way! I’m going back in there.”
“What?!” I yelp as I pull my paws out of the pouch of my hoodie and make a grab for the tiger’s arm. I’m too slow and he’s already opening the door to the dorms. “No. He’ll kill you!”
He’s through the door before I can take more than a step in his direction. I almost run into the shark and have to stop before I do. “Um,” I mutter as best I can. “I’m sorry.”
He says nothing but sighs again with his gaze turned towards the sky.
I dash through the door just before it can close and am in hot pursuit of the tiger. Clayton isn’t a friendly dragon on the best of days and for someone who made him so obviously mad it wasn’t going to end well. When my gray cousin got mad, it was advisable that everyone run as fast as they can even if they weren’t the source of his anger. That Theo seemed completely oblivious to his mood was yet another reason to make sure they had more time apart.
“Wait!” I call to the yellow tiger as I just catch a glimpse of his tail turning up the landing between floors on the stairwell and vanishing from view. Not for the first time I wish I was born with wings as I try and race up the stairs after the feline.
I catch up to him just as he’s getting his keys out to open the dorm door. I know tigers aren’t the fastest of felines, but this one has a certain way of walking that makes him seem to move faster than usual and with a grace I wasn’t sure was a cat thing or just a Theo thing.
“Please don’t go in there,” I plead. “Clayton’s not a nice dragon. I don’t want him to destroy the place or end up killing you.”
I grab his wrist as he turns the doorknob without paying heed to me. His fur is unusually soft and fluffy, but that’s not what stops me in my tracks.
Something happens and I’m not sure how best to describe it. It feels like wind rushes past me and straight through me to my very center of being. It feels like the painful shock I got from my older sister jamming one of my claws into the power outlet. It feels like being plucked out of somewhere peaceful and being dropped into the middle of a busy intersection of a large city and being overwhelmed by the sudden noise. And, it feels like magic. Similar to the kind Clayton accidentally used on me once when I made him mad.
Theo appears unaffected as he pushes open the door with a sideways glance at me. His head is tilted to the side a little and a single eyebrow is raised. He shrugs good naturedly with thoughts only on having a shower and finding where he’d packed the soap.
“Sorry,” I mutter as I snatch my clawed paw away from his arm. “Do you mind if I at least come in and try to calm Clayton down? You have your shower. I’ll work on my cousin.”
“Okay,” replies Theo with a grin. “I don’t mind.”
I follow him into the room to the open glare of my cousin. Most of the boxes that were on his bed are now on the floor and he’s lying on the bed. His claws are tapping furiously over his phone with a little more force than is necessary. If he keeps it up for too long the screen is likely to crack, again.
Theo hums slightly as he makes a beeline directly for his suitcase beside the other bed and pulls out a bag full of toiletry essentials including a large bar of soap. Even with the bag still sealed, I can smell the masculine scents emanating from that bag.
He flips his fluffy blue towel over one shoulder before seeming to notice Clayton. “Don’t mind me,” he says with a good-natured grin which just causes the dragon’s scowl to deepen. “I’m just going to have a shower before I can unpack and get out of your fur, or I should probably say scales here. Oh well.”
He shrugs and is through the bathroom door before either of us can reply.
“Don’t clog the drain with all that fur!” growls Clayton before turning back to his phone and tapping at it again. There’s a slight cracking sound and the gray dragon growls loudly before throwing the phone across the room where it hits the fridge and falls to the ground close to my feet.
I pick up the phone and am mildly amused that it’s still working despite being thrown and the spider web of cracks scrawling across its screen. I cross the room and sit down on the edge of his bed while being very careful not to touch him.
“You’re making the shadows dance again,” I mutter. My voice sounds a lot calmer than I feel. I really don’t like his magic at the best of times and he was angry enough to lash out with it if provoked any more.
Clayton turns his pale purple eyes towards me in a glare before he closes them and takes a deep breath to center himself. When he opens them again, they are softer and more in control of his turmoil. The shadows around the room, which had been lengthening, darkening and quivering, stilled and shrank back to their normal state.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters with a lash of his long powerful tail. It gently thwacks against mine, and it takes me a moment to quell the instinct to leap off the bed. “I don’t know what it is, but that tiger gets me riled up easier than anyone I know.”
“I see that,” I agree.
Clayton doesn’t like very many people. He’s very dominant by nature and doesn’t like to back down. It’s led to a lot of conflict, usually ending in destruction, within the family. We dragons, at least in our family, I haven’t been behind the closed doors of any others, are very stubborn, proud and selfish to the point of narcissism. Add in clashing egos and a dabble of magic and you’ve got a constant family feud. No one in our family gets along, but they tolerate each other because they are “dragons and are required to uphold their image to the lesser beasts.”
I’m the odd one out. I don’t have magic. I’m not dominant, preferring to avoid conflict even if it means fleeing. I’m the family coward. My older siblings treat me like their play-toys. I don’t get excited by physical treasures and I am careful in everything I do. I’ve been told by my own mother that I’m lower than a lizard, that I’m a worm unworthy of the family name.
Clayton is the only one who doesn’t play the dominant game with me. As far as I can tell, I’m the only one who can calm him down when he’s in a rage. We were born within a year of each other and grew up close. He accepts me for who I am and doesn’t try to change me with word manipulations, magic or brute force.
“It’s the first day,” I say in a soft voice to keep him calm. “As far as I can see, he means well, but he doesn’t seem to think much. He just leaps into the situation without a thought, and maybe that’s what annoys you. He ran into you twice without looking where he was going. At least give him a few more days before you decide to hate him forever.”
“You’re right,” Clayton sighs. “I’m being hasty and stubborn again. This isn’t the family. I came here to get away from them. I don’t want to bring part of them with me. I’ll give him time.”
“Good,” I reply.
He moves toward me and wraps me in a hug before I can flinch away. I do freeze, and I can tell he noticed, but he still hugs me gently. When he lets go, he’s wearing a slight smirk.
“Thanks, Drake,” he says with a hint of affection. “I’m okay now. You can go make sure your dorm room is ready for you. Try not to be terrified of whatever roommate you end up with.”
I force a slight laugh, but I can’t hide the fact that he’s right about me being terrified to meet someone new that I’ll be sleeping in the same room with. I nod slightly as I make my way out the door and into the hall. I know I’m not ready to face whoever it is, but hiding out with my cousin isn’t going to make it go away.
I just hope they don’t hate me.
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It's time to meet Drake. I'm just loving being able to draw my characters and play with getting better at lighting effects and cool backgrounds. I get to tweak the original designs and even though I am no longer the shapeshifting furry who could transform from tiger to wolf, dragon, shark and hawk, I still get to keep them around. I may have grown and evolved, but I love looking back and this story gives me a chance to keep them around and develop them
All characters in this story are mine, if I decide to include some of my friends as side characters, I will give credit to them for inspiring said characters, but they will appear under different names than the original and I may tweak designs a little to suit the world I'm building.
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 900 x 1100px
File Size 445 kB
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