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It was a fair weathered weekday at Portside. Naturally cloudy with a small breeze, it was the perfect day to enjoy a nice walk to work or a fishing trip down by the beach. Except, Zeelo wasn't at work. It was just past afternoon and he was lazing about in his bed upstairs at Luthais' house. With the window blinds cracked open and the tube TV on at low volume, one might think that he had a day off and that he was enjoying it. No, today he had a stuffy nose, a sore throat, and a warm bowl of soup on the nightstand. Sonny slept at the foot of his bed with the canine's nose sitting over his knee. Understanding that his person was sick today, the awoofy refused to leave his side. Quietly, the now eighteen year old young man was laying back with his head elevated, watching a show he normally didn't get to see due to his work hours. He was fidgeting with his keys that usually sat on the nightstand, trying to find his appetite to finish his soup. He focused tiredly on the screen. His eyes

WARNING! This chapter contains violence, mentions of death, and tense scenes! The sky burned dark with raven-sheened fire in the mountainous regions of western Techstar. Far beyond the lands of Duskonia, an unfortunate town was set ablaze. Most of the locals had either fallen or fled further into the mountains or to the rivers. In the midst of the madness, monsters crawled over and terrorized the remnants of the once pleasant settlement. Leaving little to be salvaged, most of these beasts were of the draconic species– most of which were feral Dracomares with the occasional red wyvern, terrordactyl, and the like. Following the screams of terror and cries of anguish was an image most terrible. Livestock, townsfolk– nothing was exempt from the onslaught. Nightmare's beasts tore through the homes, ripped apart shops, and voraciously consumed any food sources they found. All of it was lost in the shadows of the dark embers caused by the army of demon beasts. Why the attack had happened

Content warning: This chapter has talk of sensitive topics such as child loss and trauma. Galahad was rushed by Branwen and hardly had any time to even put his shirt back on! She gently lifted him and placed him in her pouch– regardless of his shocked protests! The Draco was so frantic, you would have thought someone's house had burnt down! He also knows her to be anxious, so a part of him tried to keep calm on the off chance that she may have been panicking about something minor. Even still, the dragon usually keeps her head on straight under minor circumstances. All the old man could do was hang over the side of her warm pouch, being a less than ideal place on a hot summer's day. Once he was settled, she turned around and trotted along the coastline with bouncing paws over the sand. Galahad was jostled, though doing well to hold his tongue to complain. This kind of movement was no problem for him when he was younger! His old joints weren't quite fond of it anymore though. With

The next morning, Arthur was up bright and early to meet Antwan at Branwen and Roark's cave. The sun was barely up over the mountains and sailors were preparing for their early fishing trips. These mornings had grown to become Branwen's favorite part of the day here at Portside. With those soft, misty mornings and pleasant rainy smells, it was hard to wake up in a bad mood. The foggy weather of this region reminded her strongly of her home. With how fuzzy these mornings were, she could fly safely through the mountains without being seen or drawing any unwanted attention. She and Roark had developed a tradition to go on playful hunting flights on hazy dawns. It has been healing to her soul, and relieving to her weathered heart. She couldn't ask for a better way to spend her days after going so long as a soldier for the galactic army. Despite this, she still feels antsy every now and then with the overarching peace. Hearing news about the attacks all over the world, it still made her

Star Warriors filed out into the streets of Metaltro's smokey cityscape! It's been a whole year since Arthur's forces stationed themselves on Techstar. Civilians were being led away to the safety bunkers as the Metaltrian Military worked together with the off world soldiers to ward off a current raid on the city. Compared to past attacks, this one was under much better control thanks to Arthur and his men setting up camps around the outskirts of each city exit. Strategically, they were a lot more prepared! As to be expected, there were casualties regardless. Today's victory was the fact that there were fewer, and many of the beastly forces were caught unawares. It couldn't be counted as a win just yet though, as the fight still has not been won. Arthur and his three right-hand men charged valiantly into battle, leading a group of the most elite of the Star Warriors. Clad in his golden armor, the highly esteemed leader cleaved through each foe with valor– Falspar, Nonsurat, and

With the seagulls crying their songs over the shoreline and squabbling over fish —and perhaps a fry or three— it was for sure to be a day filled with pleasant weather! It was a warm, mid-spring day, and there wasn't a care in the world for the wonderful people of Portside. It had been a few days since Arthur and his men left for their mission, and there hadn't been a spot of trouble sighted for the British-tongued locals. Galahad and Branwen could only hope it would stay that way. As expected, the old knight and his band of retired warriors kept a close eye and ear on the radio and television for possibly changing news. Zeelo and Galahad had spent the last few days starting on their secret project, getting everything set for when all of the big work would begin. Branwen, of course, helped them when she could if she wasn't perusing Portside's hills and beaches with her partner of interest. Even as Galahad encouraged her to spend most of her time with Roark, she always put helping

Now comfortable on the cool shores of Portside, they were all pleased to find that the town was just as they left it. Admittedly, a few individuals had feared the possibility of returning and finding the town a wreck due to the more frequent Demon Beast attacks. Much like Galahad suspected, Nightmare didn't seem to care about the smaller settlements at the moment. It wasn't public knowledge that this place was a retirement location for warriors, either. It was only more confirmation for him that choosing this place to move to was the best course of action. Taking their time, everyone scattered from the boat to do as they please. Galahad was in no hurry to move all of his stuff, considering how tired he was. Zeelo and Sonny got to stretch their legs and lay on the beach near the boat docks. Branwen did the same, finding a nice cool spot under some trees further up to lay on. Arthur and his men left for town to get some food, as did much of the captain's crew. Valda wasn't as

Jere left the gardens to the strange commissioner, trudging onwards into the castle gates. With strained effort, he pushed the heavy doors open, not able to find the strength to use his bizarre skill to open them for him. He wrinkled his face, feeling the fur on his nose being pulled by the dried blood where Zeelo kicked him prior. His exhausted eyes slowly registered the company they kept while Firush and Foxwrath had been allied with them. As such, this very same company glared at him with monstrous hunger for destruction. Beasts littered the halls, growling, grumbling, chittering, followed by other unnatural noises. With caution, he passed by a few lying Scorpetails while absent-mindedly rubbing his chest, focusing on the long, sharp stingers on the tips of their tails. The dangerous felines growled as he met eyes with them, their tails remaining coiled in a relaxed manner. They weren't afraid of this seemingly normal man. He, however, was afraid of them. Plenty of other

Having stayed with Verity for a few days, everyone enjoyed some nice reprieve from all of the chaos and drama they had experienced recently. They found refuge in an old palace over the lake, where Verity grew up. From there, the view was spectacular! It was a round domed palace made of stone and filled with luxuries from across the lands. The place had a history that exceeded even Galahad and Branwen's age. Zeelo, Sonny, and Pumpkin spent their days exploring the old, grand house and meeting the locals. It was the last day they would spend in the sanctuary, and the children were getting the last of their curiosities out. Having enjoyed breakfast, Zeelo walked through one of the large halls that was large enough for Branwen to pass through with ease. A lush, soft carpet of red and gold was laid from one end of the hall to the other, its colors bouncing vibrantly off of the marble floor, columns, and walls. On each side of the hall, the wall was decorated with paintings of figures

Warning: Chapter contains sensitive topics of struggle, death, and trauma. Feels are expected. Though timeless it seems, hours passed by at the sanctuary since Roark had undergone Verity's purification. The sound of the lake's ebbing waters and the splashing falls eventually lulled Branwen to sleep as well. Yet, her rest wasn't quite as peaceful as Roark's. Having fallen into a deep sleep, her mind was plagued by nightmares once more. She shifted and moved, her face grimacing and teeth gritting. Her tail flicked and waved in distress until things became too stressful to fight. Branwen murmured and growled while digging her claws into the ground. Several times, she muttered different names with sleepy effort and fear. Her ears moved all throughout her sleep, and she occasionally slipped a sad noise or two. "Ugh… Einon… please." She turned again, her body changing position. She tensed as she desperately wrestled with the mental warfare. She was cradling her paws against the egg

WARNING: Read with caution! This chapter contains scenes of war, extreme distress, and loss! If easily stressed by tense scenarios, viewer discretion is advised. In the early morning haze, a young cub tripped through the woods near Portside. Melina swallowed nervously, her brave facade having been lost since two days ago. The words of her caretaker echoed through her mind, even if she doubted the Frostbiter's request. She felt bitter about the situation from a few days ago and was frustrated with Amora. “I can't stay here. You will be fine… Go find the black Draco and stay with her.” Amora's rattled voice whispered at the back of her mind. “But she's scary!” Melina argued defiantly! “Don't leave me…! I need my daddy!” Amora nudged her forehead against Melina, giving her a soft purr of comfort. “She won't hurt you. I can't make you understand, but you need to trust me. Where I'm going is not safe for you.” “Amora!! Don't leave me!” Melina cried, reaching out for the Frostbiter as

It was a fair weathered weekday at Portside. Naturally cloudy with a small breeze, it was the perfect day to enjoy a nice walk to work or a fishing trip down by the beach. Except, Zeelo wasn't at work. It was just past afternoon and he was lazing about in his bed upstairs at Luthais' house. With the window blinds cracked open and the tube TV on at low volume, one might think that he had a day off and that he was enjoying it. No, today he had a stuffy nose, a sore throat, and a warm bowl of soup on the nightstand. Sonny slept at the foot of his bed with the canine's nose sitting over his knee. Understanding that his person was sick today, the awoofy refused to leave his side. Quietly, the now eighteen year old young man was laying back with his head elevated, watching a show he normally didn't get to see due to his work hours. He was fidgeting with his keys that usually sat on the nightstand, trying to find his appetite to finish his soup. He focused tiredly on the screen. His eyes