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I don't know what inspired this, but I wrote it in literally five minutes while posting my DragCave eggs and hatchlings to the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dragonspam comm. It's unbeta'd and untitled for now, since I don't have a beta standing over my shoulder and thinking of titles is not something that comes easily to me. I managed to work in references to every single one of my adult dragons though.
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You trudge wearily along the path, looking for the cave that a friend told you about after her trip into the nearby mountains. A massive cavern under the mountain where dragons slept, with eggs and tiny hatchlings guarded by elders of various types. You know you're getting close; two fearsome looking grey dragons surrounded by thunderclouds and a terrifying red one have been flying above you, following you for a while now.
Spotting a clearing with a viney plant in the centre of it, similar to another that you'd seen that day, bordering the path you veer towards it, thinking that the sunny patch would make a nice place to sit and eat your lunch before you continue. Before you take even ten steps off the path, a fireball lands in front of you and forces you back. You look up to see two orange dragons, their hides shining like miniature suns and smoke curling from the mouth of the nearer. Looking back at the crater where the fireball landed, you notice movement beyond it. A small deer that had been scared by the fireball had been caught by the vines and was being devoured. Bowing to your saviours you continue, deciding to find somewhere else, somewhere safer to eat your food.
High above you wheel two more dragons, coloured the same brilliant blue as the rest of the sky, save for the white underbellies that marked their position for you to see. You carry on down the path as you watch them sport with the other dragons, occasionally stumbling on stones and small rocks as you leave the forest and begin climbing up the mountain.
Spotting a fissure in the rocks, your heart skips a beat. Could this be the place that your friend mentioned to you? It's certainly big enough for a dragon to pass through. Briefly pausing to take a sip of the cleanest water you've ever seen from the river that ran from the entrance, you enter the cave.
The first thing you notice is the massive lake that takes up a large portion of the ground level of the cavern. Two serpentine heads can be seen in the centre of it, and you gasp as you realise that these must be the guardians of the river and coast that the fishermen of your home village talk about. Looking around you spot more dragons, ranged all around the cave. The dragons that you'd spotted in the air were settling on ledges around the walls of the cave, glittering eyes watching you carefully. Two sets of green, glowing eyes watch from the darkest corner where you can just barely see the silhouettes of two black dragons. A pink dragon lies on a rock by the water, sunning herself in the light from the fissure at the top of this obviously hollow mountain. A purple dragon lays above the entranceway, you notice as you walk further into the cave. A white dragon observed you curiously from just by the entrance, a staff held non-threateningly in its curled tail.
What eventually draws your attention though, is the massive blue and grey dragon with a shield-like tail at the far end of the cavern, with hatchlings crowded around its front legs and a small pile of eggs behind it. It was obviously the guardian of the young, something that your friend forgot to mention to you. Cautiously you approach it, hands held out in the universal human sign for peace, and hope that it won't crush you for your impertinence. As you stop just out of its reach it stretches out its neck it sniffs you, huge nostrils the size of your head taking in your scent. After a few seconds it extends its wings and roars, before launching to the ledge above the hatchery, its golden eyes fixed on you the whole time. You seem to have consent to look at the young.
You bow gratefully to the Guardian and approach the eggs and hatchlings carefully...
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I was thinking of writing more in this 'verse, perhaps from the point-of-view of select members of my 'Wing' (what I'm calling a group of dragons, since there seems to be no site-wide consensus for what to call a group of dragons). Should I, or is this absolute crap that I shouldn't bother with again?
dragonspam comm. It's unbeta'd and untitled for now, since I don't have a beta standing over my shoulder and thinking of titles is not something that comes easily to me. I managed to work in references to every single one of my adult dragons though.------------
You trudge wearily along the path, looking for the cave that a friend told you about after her trip into the nearby mountains. A massive cavern under the mountain where dragons slept, with eggs and tiny hatchlings guarded by elders of various types. You know you're getting close; two fearsome looking grey dragons surrounded by thunderclouds and a terrifying red one have been flying above you, following you for a while now.
Spotting a clearing with a viney plant in the centre of it, similar to another that you'd seen that day, bordering the path you veer towards it, thinking that the sunny patch would make a nice place to sit and eat your lunch before you continue. Before you take even ten steps off the path, a fireball lands in front of you and forces you back. You look up to see two orange dragons, their hides shining like miniature suns and smoke curling from the mouth of the nearer. Looking back at the crater where the fireball landed, you notice movement beyond it. A small deer that had been scared by the fireball had been caught by the vines and was being devoured. Bowing to your saviours you continue, deciding to find somewhere else, somewhere safer to eat your food.
High above you wheel two more dragons, coloured the same brilliant blue as the rest of the sky, save for the white underbellies that marked their position for you to see. You carry on down the path as you watch them sport with the other dragons, occasionally stumbling on stones and small rocks as you leave the forest and begin climbing up the mountain.
Spotting a fissure in the rocks, your heart skips a beat. Could this be the place that your friend mentioned to you? It's certainly big enough for a dragon to pass through. Briefly pausing to take a sip of the cleanest water you've ever seen from the river that ran from the entrance, you enter the cave.
The first thing you notice is the massive lake that takes up a large portion of the ground level of the cavern. Two serpentine heads can be seen in the centre of it, and you gasp as you realise that these must be the guardians of the river and coast that the fishermen of your home village talk about. Looking around you spot more dragons, ranged all around the cave. The dragons that you'd spotted in the air were settling on ledges around the walls of the cave, glittering eyes watching you carefully. Two sets of green, glowing eyes watch from the darkest corner where you can just barely see the silhouettes of two black dragons. A pink dragon lies on a rock by the water, sunning herself in the light from the fissure at the top of this obviously hollow mountain. A purple dragon lays above the entranceway, you notice as you walk further into the cave. A white dragon observed you curiously from just by the entrance, a staff held non-threateningly in its curled tail.
What eventually draws your attention though, is the massive blue and grey dragon with a shield-like tail at the far end of the cavern, with hatchlings crowded around its front legs and a small pile of eggs behind it. It was obviously the guardian of the young, something that your friend forgot to mention to you. Cautiously you approach it, hands held out in the universal human sign for peace, and hope that it won't crush you for your impertinence. As you stop just out of its reach it stretches out its neck it sniffs you, huge nostrils the size of your head taking in your scent. After a few seconds it extends its wings and roars, before launching to the ledge above the hatchery, its golden eyes fixed on you the whole time. You seem to have consent to look at the young.
You bow gratefully to the Guardian and approach the eggs and hatchlings carefully...
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I was thinking of writing more in this 'verse, perhaps from the point-of-view of select members of my 'Wing' (what I'm calling a group of dragons, since there seems to be no site-wide consensus for what to call a group of dragons). Should I, or is this absolute crap that I shouldn't bother with again?