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So we have Azurea the little hatchling wanting to fly and her father finding her practicing so he decides to help her out a little and gets a lot more than he bargained for haha.
~Angel~
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What happens when the enemy attacks? Fly high. What happens if they follow? Strike fast. Then? Dive, dive, dive...
A hatchling barely strong enough to lift herself off of the ground stood on the edge of the overwhelming balcony, looking down on the clouds below blocking the path of the ground lands she had never seen. She backed up a few steps, before extending the thinly webbed wings on her back and flapped them aggressively, feeling the lift under them as her feet moved off of the ground. Flap, flap, flap! She made lots of noise, lots of wind, and barely lifted herself two feet from the ground.
She landed hard on her feet with an “Omph!” not yet used to the weight she carried landing on any steady ground. Her wing muscles needed to be stronger, but how was she supposed to make them stronger without flying? She tried again. And again, and a few more times after that.
And still she couldn't really leave the cold white marble surface of the balcony more than a few feet. Up and down she flapped, trying to get higher with every stroke but it wasn't possible. Her wings burned, her lungs burned and her wrists and ankles protested with the impacts. What good is a dragon who can't fly? She sat on her haunches, pouting alone in the dawning light.
“Hatchling?” a deep voice asked in the stilled air, a large dark blue scaled dragon came from the curved opening of the tower the balcony merged with. He was deeper blue, his mane lighter blue and four horns crowned behind his ears, two pointing towards the sky while the other two curved under his ears. His eyes were a black-blue, the only glimmer of blue came from the light shining upon them. The sky blue hatchling wilted as if caught, before scooting over to her father and rubbing her head and neck against his chest.
“Da,” she replied in a little voice. “I can't fly...”
“Of course you can't fly, hatchling. You are little, your wings aren't strong enough,” he rumbled but the voice was sensitive, stroking the hatchling's mane and over her stubbed horns.
“But I've been trying...and practicing...and flapping!” she replied in a desperate child voice. “How come my wings aren't strong enough yet?”
“Oh hatchling...” the large dragon rumbled, before smiling slightly. “Sometimes it is not about strength of muscles, but strength of magic...”
“The magic?” the hatchling asked with wide eyes. The great blue bowed his head slightly as an answer and hustled them over to the middle of the balcony. He stood regally, wings slightly outstretched and the little hatchling followed suit, watching her father and mimicking him as best she could. She spaced her paws a part, chest up, wings out and his muzzle gave the hint of a smirk.
“Now, close those eyes,” he stated gingerly. She closed them lightly. “Tighter.” The hatchling squinted her eyes closed as tightly as she could, making her shoulders and wings tense as well. “Haha, alright not that tight, little bit lighter...good. Now...I want to take in a deep breath...”
She took in her deep breath but quickly and held it.
“Little one, let that one out, and breathe a new one in gently...” he coaxed her as he rolled his eyes at her. The hatchling puffed out the air from her lungs and instead took in the deep breath slowly. “Then release it slowly...” She gingerly passed it through her nostrils. “Do you feel the heat of your breath, little one? Do you feel the gentle push in and out of your nose? Throat? Lungs?”
She nodded furiously, before taking in another breath and letting it back out.
“Watch it leave your body...but don't open your eyes,” he warned a bit, which made her closed eyes frown and her softer guard scales wrinkle on her nose. “Picture it leaving your nose...feel it carefully coming through it...you control when it comes into your body and leaves it...”
The hatchling took in steady breaths, picturing it flooding her nostrils and entering her lungs to keep her alive, holding it then releasing it again. A few minutes, and something began to happen. She could see something...or feel it...she did not know which, like warm touches across her scales and inside her lungs...
“Good hatchling, good,” the blue dragon praised his offspring. “You feel it...you pull it into your body...let it leave...and let your eyes open...”
Slowly her eyes peeled open, and all around her she watched as strands of white and yellow lights shimmered in and out of reality, drifting and pulling inside and out of her nose, drifting and flowing like slender silk waters. She gasped as she could feel them drift and float over her like...like air!
“Do you see it? The magics in the air?” he asked as he watched his hatchling wide eyed. She nodded eagerly, watching them like they were butterflies on the breeze. “Then...pull it in...like a breath, you can do it...”
The hatchling looked at the strands, and instinct kicked in. It was natural, she felt its pulling and pushing around her and suddenly a few strands swam towards her. She pulled them, the wind rushing over her before stalling against her face and chest like dead water. It was her air, her strands, but it was hard to hold onto it. It was wild, wiggling, drifting around her but she was determined to hold it closer.
“Good, good little one,” the dragon rumbled with more praise. “You have it...now bend it to your will...bend it little cloud dragon...”
With an adorable grunt, she closed her eyes and just as the wind seemed to shiver with escape, they turned and turned in massive circles around the blue hatchling! Swarming under her feet and wings and rushing around her like a cyclone of unseen light! Azurea opened her eyes, and her father saw the change instantly. Her eyes were focused on the balcony's edge, her face far more determined than he had seen on offspring her age.
She was going right for the edge.
His instinct made him bound for her, realizing his mistake all too late as her wings flapped downwards once and she was launched forward like a dart! Wings tight to her body and fell right over the edge of the balcony!
The large blue male jumped off the edge after his hatchling, diving straight down and to his surprise, his hatchling zoomed up almost careening with his head! Wings flapping quickly as the wind followed behind her loyally! He was pushed back out of the air current's path, tumbling a little in the clouds before straightening himself and flapping in mid air to keep steady, slightly in shock as his little Azurea zoomed around like a bat. She twisted and rolled, making the clouds part and trail behind her before she turned for her father and slammed fully into his chest!
They fell a little bit as he clasped his claws and arms around her to keep her stationary, and catch the breath she effectively slammed out of him before he rose up back for the safety of the tower balcony.
“Did you see, Da?! Did you see?!” Azurea chimed loudly all the way back to solid marble ground.
“Yes, little one,” He answered several times as he set her on the ground, his stomach un-clenching and his body relaxing into a sort of wilted position. She chimed and bounced around him proudly, before he simply grabbed her muzzle with two careful claws to close it. “You need to eat, little one, your mother is expecting you.”
She wilted slightly as her play time was over, but kept her mouth closed when her father released her muzzle.
“And do not tell your mother,” He stated in a more stern voice, nudging her with his nose towards the large tower opening.
~Angel~
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What happens when the enemy attacks? Fly high. What happens if they follow? Strike fast. Then? Dive, dive, dive...
A hatchling barely strong enough to lift herself off of the ground stood on the edge of the overwhelming balcony, looking down on the clouds below blocking the path of the ground lands she had never seen. She backed up a few steps, before extending the thinly webbed wings on her back and flapped them aggressively, feeling the lift under them as her feet moved off of the ground. Flap, flap, flap! She made lots of noise, lots of wind, and barely lifted herself two feet from the ground.
She landed hard on her feet with an “Omph!” not yet used to the weight she carried landing on any steady ground. Her wing muscles needed to be stronger, but how was she supposed to make them stronger without flying? She tried again. And again, and a few more times after that.
And still she couldn't really leave the cold white marble surface of the balcony more than a few feet. Up and down she flapped, trying to get higher with every stroke but it wasn't possible. Her wings burned, her lungs burned and her wrists and ankles protested with the impacts. What good is a dragon who can't fly? She sat on her haunches, pouting alone in the dawning light.
“Hatchling?” a deep voice asked in the stilled air, a large dark blue scaled dragon came from the curved opening of the tower the balcony merged with. He was deeper blue, his mane lighter blue and four horns crowned behind his ears, two pointing towards the sky while the other two curved under his ears. His eyes were a black-blue, the only glimmer of blue came from the light shining upon them. The sky blue hatchling wilted as if caught, before scooting over to her father and rubbing her head and neck against his chest.
“Da,” she replied in a little voice. “I can't fly...”
“Of course you can't fly, hatchling. You are little, your wings aren't strong enough,” he rumbled but the voice was sensitive, stroking the hatchling's mane and over her stubbed horns.
“But I've been trying...and practicing...and flapping!” she replied in a desperate child voice. “How come my wings aren't strong enough yet?”
“Oh hatchling...” the large dragon rumbled, before smiling slightly. “Sometimes it is not about strength of muscles, but strength of magic...”
“The magic?” the hatchling asked with wide eyes. The great blue bowed his head slightly as an answer and hustled them over to the middle of the balcony. He stood regally, wings slightly outstretched and the little hatchling followed suit, watching her father and mimicking him as best she could. She spaced her paws a part, chest up, wings out and his muzzle gave the hint of a smirk.
“Now, close those eyes,” he stated gingerly. She closed them lightly. “Tighter.” The hatchling squinted her eyes closed as tightly as she could, making her shoulders and wings tense as well. “Haha, alright not that tight, little bit lighter...good. Now...I want to take in a deep breath...”
She took in her deep breath but quickly and held it.
“Little one, let that one out, and breathe a new one in gently...” he coaxed her as he rolled his eyes at her. The hatchling puffed out the air from her lungs and instead took in the deep breath slowly. “Then release it slowly...” She gingerly passed it through her nostrils. “Do you feel the heat of your breath, little one? Do you feel the gentle push in and out of your nose? Throat? Lungs?”
She nodded furiously, before taking in another breath and letting it back out.
“Watch it leave your body...but don't open your eyes,” he warned a bit, which made her closed eyes frown and her softer guard scales wrinkle on her nose. “Picture it leaving your nose...feel it carefully coming through it...you control when it comes into your body and leaves it...”
The hatchling took in steady breaths, picturing it flooding her nostrils and entering her lungs to keep her alive, holding it then releasing it again. A few minutes, and something began to happen. She could see something...or feel it...she did not know which, like warm touches across her scales and inside her lungs...
“Good hatchling, good,” the blue dragon praised his offspring. “You feel it...you pull it into your body...let it leave...and let your eyes open...”
Slowly her eyes peeled open, and all around her she watched as strands of white and yellow lights shimmered in and out of reality, drifting and pulling inside and out of her nose, drifting and flowing like slender silk waters. She gasped as she could feel them drift and float over her like...like air!
“Do you see it? The magics in the air?” he asked as he watched his hatchling wide eyed. She nodded eagerly, watching them like they were butterflies on the breeze. “Then...pull it in...like a breath, you can do it...”
The hatchling looked at the strands, and instinct kicked in. It was natural, she felt its pulling and pushing around her and suddenly a few strands swam towards her. She pulled them, the wind rushing over her before stalling against her face and chest like dead water. It was her air, her strands, but it was hard to hold onto it. It was wild, wiggling, drifting around her but she was determined to hold it closer.
“Good, good little one,” the dragon rumbled with more praise. “You have it...now bend it to your will...bend it little cloud dragon...”
With an adorable grunt, she closed her eyes and just as the wind seemed to shiver with escape, they turned and turned in massive circles around the blue hatchling! Swarming under her feet and wings and rushing around her like a cyclone of unseen light! Azurea opened her eyes, and her father saw the change instantly. Her eyes were focused on the balcony's edge, her face far more determined than he had seen on offspring her age.
She was going right for the edge.
His instinct made him bound for her, realizing his mistake all too late as her wings flapped downwards once and she was launched forward like a dart! Wings tight to her body and fell right over the edge of the balcony!
The large blue male jumped off the edge after his hatchling, diving straight down and to his surprise, his hatchling zoomed up almost careening with his head! Wings flapping quickly as the wind followed behind her loyally! He was pushed back out of the air current's path, tumbling a little in the clouds before straightening himself and flapping in mid air to keep steady, slightly in shock as his little Azurea zoomed around like a bat. She twisted and rolled, making the clouds part and trail behind her before she turned for her father and slammed fully into his chest!
They fell a little bit as he clasped his claws and arms around her to keep her stationary, and catch the breath she effectively slammed out of him before he rose up back for the safety of the tower balcony.
“Did you see, Da?! Did you see?!” Azurea chimed loudly all the way back to solid marble ground.
“Yes, little one,” He answered several times as he set her on the ground, his stomach un-clenching and his body relaxing into a sort of wilted position. She chimed and bounced around him proudly, before he simply grabbed her muzzle with two careful claws to close it. “You need to eat, little one, your mother is expecting you.”
She wilted slightly as her play time was over, but kept her mouth closed when her father released her muzzle.
“And do not tell your mother,” He stated in a more stern voice, nudging her with his nose towards the large tower opening.
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Dragon (Other)
Gender Multiple characters
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Its cute to imagine Azurea being so small and playful and quick to learn. I like the stubby-horns bit best, it was really sweet.
The only thing I would change is the paragraph describing her dad. When you stop to describe everything about a character, it crowbars into the story and stops everything else. Perhaps describe him while he's doing something, or while they're speaking. Azurea could admire his size and shapes and colors during their conversation, perhaps.
The only thing I would change is the paragraph describing her dad. When you stop to describe everything about a character, it crowbars into the story and stops everything else. Perhaps describe him while he's doing something, or while they're speaking. Azurea could admire his size and shapes and colors during their conversation, perhaps.
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