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Memories of the Voiceless - BarakThis parchment smells like clayMemories of the Voiceless - Barak by dociledragon
I practiced my writing on the sand floor of the den. I always practiced it every day so that I would not forget it. I stopped for a moment and looked up at the ceiling for a moment.
It was covered with intricate patterns. Smiling I remember once again that dear Barak had made those patterns. Over time he had carved the clay from the walls and ceiling forming intricate patterns. Now that he was done with the ceiling he had coved the floor with sand which he made patterns in every night, but he didn’t mind it when I accidentally stepped on it. In truth it was always getting stepped on, so we drew new patterns all the time. It was so fun.
Dear Barak hadn’t minded when I joined him in making patterns on the floor. Indeed he had welcomed it. He always understood me so well, even in silence. I had started teaching him his letters by writing them in the sand. He was now arranging them in pretty nonsense words, but in time he would learn. Maybe then
Memories of the Voiceless Koray and IlonaThis scroll smell faintly of oil and PlantsMemories of the Voiceless Koray and Ilona by dociledragon
“Daisy,” Koray yelled. I turned. Koray’s head fins were widened in a helpless manner. “Look,” Koray continued, “I know you’re there. You may be avoiding me, but it wouldn’t work. Others can’t hear your soft footfalls or see you in the shadows, but I can.” He paused, “Come here” he said in the most commanding voice his monotone could muster. I took a few steps towards him the stench of oil filled my nostrils. It sent a chill down my spine. I edged away from him.
“Look, I know you’re not one to hold grudges. As I’ve said what I did was wrong” he said, “You are happy with Barak now aren’t you?” I looked at him inquisitively. He returned the confused look, “You seem to forget, but you never quite forget.”
He returned to his commanding voice, “I’m hurt. Get Ilona.” I looked backwards. “Go,” He
Sunshine or StormsEach dragon of the lightning and light elements did their best to show off their old homes to their clansmen. This resulted in both having a bit of an issue, as some changed sides, while others just simply could not decide on where to stay. The Sunbeam Ruins were beautiful and had towering trees, places to explore, wondrous stone work, and safety. However, the Shifting Expanse’s terrain was more like their current home. The Expanse had rough, dry, and unforgiving land an excellent place to raise hatchlings to be strong.Sunshine or Storms by LunaSheWolf
The day finally came when all of the clan had been to each place, some of them had been to each region twice, and it was time for Agate to go check out such places. Brontes, her mate, was forbidden to join her in the Shifting Expanse. The light dragons did not want him shifting Agate’s opinion. So, Agate flew to the shifting expanse accompanied by all the other lightning dragons.
Agate had expected terrible roaring thunder and a
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