Who was he" He couldn't remember. He was a dragon' Then why was he furred as well"
Irridescent fire-orange scales glinted in the sun, set among ice blue fur, Calcifer lay on his belly on the sand near someone's house. Someone called Ammy. Somehow he knew her. A few fleeting feelings that she was someone special to him in an older, matronly way. He could probably kill her though if he wished, power of magic and breath throughing his dragon blood, yet the other half of him, this canid feeling kept him at bay for the moment.
He was only docile because another in the house, a short, purple furred canine with wings bound and shackled him. She was in pain and had tears that day. He could kill her as well, she smelled so weak and hurt. Yet here he lay, chained and muzzled with water and food like a pet. He could be out flying, hunting and killing.
Maybe I could be reading some magic books, play with Rawsha, or help mother or father.
Calcifer snorted and looked about him and at a few bushes. Where had that thought come from' He had no parents. He was who he was. A lethal killer. He laid his head back down on the shackles about his mighty fore paws.
Irridescent fire-orange scales glinted in the sun, set among ice blue fur, Calcifer lay on his belly on the sand near someone's house. Someone called Ammy. Somehow he knew her. A few fleeting feelings that she was someone special to him in an older, matronly way. He could probably kill her though if he wished, power of magic and breath throughing his dragon blood, yet the other half of him, this canid feeling kept him at bay for the moment.
He was only docile because another in the house, a short, purple furred canine with wings bound and shackled him. She was in pain and had tears that day. He could kill her as well, she smelled so weak and hurt. Yet here he lay, chained and muzzled with water and food like a pet. He could be out flying, hunting and killing.
Maybe I could be reading some magic books, play with Rawsha, or help mother or father.
Calcifer snorted and looked about him and at a few bushes. Where had that thought come from' He had no parents. He was who he was. A lethal killer. He laid his head back down on the shackles about his mighty fore paws.