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This is something I wrote this afternoon about Azurea's time beginning to learn to really fly.
All characters and scenery belong to me hee hee.
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~Angel~
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“Did I get Da in trouble?” Azurea whined as she followed alongside her mother, trotting to keep up with the long legs and stride of the full grown dragoness.
“Ohhh yes,” the towering dragoness rumbled, her eyes fixated ahead of them as they moved along a thick white marble bridge. Azurea's head went down in shame, slowing her pace down before she trotted back to speed, watching her mother's tail swing back and forth in a slithering vicious way. The last thing Azurea wanted to do was get Dah in trouble, but after her first real taste of controlling magic, she couldn't help but show off to her brother and sister...and as a result slamming into her mother's very surprised head.
After snatching the hatchling from the air, Ianthisia demanded to know who taught her to fly with magic. Azurea being scared half to death of her mother's wrath told of her father and the day she went off the balcony. The good thing about telling her now was father wasn't going to be back in the territory for some time, being sent to the north east to protect the line from Ice Breathers. At least mother would have time to cool off before removing his horns...among other swears that Azurea didn't want to repeat.
Her mother scooped up Azurea after making sure the other two didn't know how to do it, and stormed off with her into the deeper part of the towered complex. It was much like a bee hive or ant hill within the tip top of several mountainsides. Her mother never said anything about where they were going, and the expression on her face made Azurea keep her mouth from asking.
Soon Ianthisia slowed her angry pace and they came to a tower cast in deep shadow, wild ivy springing to life around it even in the shadow of a mountain peak. Azurea looked at the tower with fear, sliding under her mother's ribcage and walking under her as they came to the large set of wooden carved doors.
Ianthisia reached her paw up and knocked on the door three times, the noise echoing through the shadow of the peak like a warning. Azurea peered up, looking at the ivy cracking and squeezing the marble like it were trying to choke the tower down. Who lived in this dilapidated place? Who CHOSE to live in this place?
There was a wary growling from somewhere in the tower, before there was a hard gust of wind from behind them! Wait...no...Azurea watched the wind flow through the doors like it were being sucked inside! The force making the doors pop inward and open and making Azurea more wary. The darkness gave no clue as to what was inside, even it seemed to have the mountain's shadow blocking out the sun.
“Who is there?” a voice grumbled, male, harsh and hoarse.
“Teacher,” Ianthisia stated in a sort of growling tone, bowing her head a little and making sure her hatchling was still tucked under her belly scales.
There was a moment of silence, then a bursting noise of somewhat crazy laughter came from inside, two eyes shining inside, white and unseeing.
“Ianthisia,” the voice stated, “What brings you to the edge? Come to see where they've hidden me have you?”
“You are the best, the Queen sees only what she wants to see,” Ianthisia replied before bowing her neck down to look at the ground in respect. He cackled again, coming out further and finally revealing his scales to the light.
Azurea peered around her mother's leg to see the old dragon, scales colored almost metallic lead blue but patches had fallen off from shedding and old age. His eyes were white with blindness, and his mane was almost violently indigo. From the mane were four horns, two wrapping like snail shells on either side of his cheeks while the other two curved back behind his head. His wings were leathery and had become almost solid blue, something Azurea had never seen before.
“Flattering your old teacher? Come...you know that will not do a damned thing, bratling,” the old dragon stated. “What brings you here? Speak! I become impatient...I assume it has to do with the little welp underneath you.”
“It does,” Ianthisia stated as she lifted her head back up and pulled up the leg that was covering most of Azurea. The hatchling looked a little frightened at first, before she narrowed her eyes and jumped once forward. She went into a defensive position, wings out and head down with her body tight and ready to spring. She let out a mighty hiss at the old dragon and then shouted,
“I'm not afraid of you!”
The old dragon's head arched up a bit, smirking in annoyance and amusement before he put his head low.
“You're not are yeh?” he asked, but it sounded more like a demand even with the quiet of the tone. Azurea fidgeted a little nervously but held her ground as her mother sat back and waited patiently. The old dragon's head arched back high above Azurea, the little dragoness' eyes widening as she watched the air above him become engulfed down his gullet. Like a great whipping motion he swung his head down and let out a monsterous roaring! Its noise directed at the tiny hatchling and almost blowing her clear into the air!
Tail tucked she was gone back under her mother's undercarriage, hiding behind one of the tall legs to keep from the dragon's roaring.
“Muaha! I still have some power left,” he grinned widely, teeth showing as Ianthisia pet Azurea's head lightly with the tip of her tail. “That little thing has spirit...and magic flowing from her like yours, Ianthisia. What is it you want me to do with her?”
“Master Lividus,” Ianthisia replied calmly, “My arrogant mate has taught my hatchling how to fly with magics before she can fly with her wings.”
“Mmm...he's taught her to cheat, has he? Cyanexus always was a dolt,” Lividus replied with some grumbling. “But I do not teach, the Queen threw me out here to rot.”
“Does that mean you cannot teach?” the dragoness asked, “Or you will not?”
“Mmm, do not play to my vanity, bratling,” Lividus growled at her. “I can teach. I taught you didn't I?”
“This is not for the Queen, this isn't even for myself,” Ianthisia stated, “This is for my hatchling. She needs to be taught how to fly properly before using magics or she will stilt her flight forever and rely on magics alone to carry her. She needs to learn and you are still the best, Teacher.”
“Meh, you are the only pupil I still see, Ianthisia,” Lividus grumbled. “The others have the good sense to leave me be...but...she is spunky at least. And it will be funny when Cyanexus hears me teaching his hatchling how to properly fly...haha...”
His mind seem to drift off as his giant toothy grin returned before he narrowed his white eyes.
“Has it eaten?” Lividus asked with a growling pout.
“She has, yes,” Ianthisia stated.
“Good, be back as sundown for it, I will see what I can do,” Lividus stated with a little nod of his head. Ianthisia bowed her head down before pushing Azurea forward into the open marble pathway.
“Mama,” Azurea fretted, looking up at her with frightened eyes.
“You want to learn to fly? You will learn to fly,” Ianthisia stated bluntly, nudging Azurea forward with her muzzle and turning to leave her daughter. “I will return at sundown for you.”
Azurea's stomach turn in knots, watching her mother go back towards the pristine white marbled cluster of towers. Azurea looked over her wing and shoulder at the old dragon who...was gone? Where had he gone? The doors still lay open.
Azurea trotted into the darkness of the tower, it smelling of mold and dust...unkempt.
“Up here, bratling,” the old dragon cackled, a spiraling stairwell lit by windows above her and he waiting at the top. She took tentative steps where she thought it started, and began to walk up the cold stairwell into the light of day. The tower flattened at the top, a large balcony poking out above the peak of the mountain and the air was crisp and cool. The old dragon wandered towards the edge of the opened top, lying down slowly before staring at the little hatchling who stared at him.
“Flap your wings,” the old dragon ordered. Azurea fidgeted on her feet a bit but extended her wings and flapped them like he told her too.
“Meh, too small to carry you. You cannot fly yet,” he stated bluntly.
“I can fly!” she yelled at him, “I can!”
“No, you can cheat,” he stated. “Your father taught you how to CHEAT, not how to fly,” Lividus growled at her. “Flap them again.”
Azurea narrowed her eyes at him. She would show him, she could fly!
She felt the strands of magic floating around her like shivering silver strings, pulling them in tightly until she felt them grip her wings and body, holding onto them before she burst---!
She took one flap and didn't even leave the ground. The magic was ripped from her like the pulling of a band aid, feeling the sting of each strand being plucked from her and wrapping tightly around the old dragon.
“You cannot cheat here, I will not let you,” he stated with a satisfied grin. “Now flap your damn wings until I tell you to stop.”
Azurea pouted notably, his blindness didn't seem to impair much and her pout wouldn't reach him even if he could see it.
“Flap, before I knock you off this tower to get you flapping.”
Azurea got into the position her father had her in the day prior, legs standing stiff and proud and started flapping. And flapping. And flapping.
She left the ground every few good flaps and landed hard on her ankles, they beginning to ache and feel like they would split open by the third hour of flapping. She checked his expression frequently, seeing if she was doing it right or wrong or something! But he simply watched her flapping her wings, his scales wrapped in the precious wild magics she used before to fly. The only time he spoke was when she stopped flapping to take a breath, or scratch an itch, telling her to keep batting her wings.
Her muscles in her shoulders burned, and her head grew lower and lower with the passage of time. Her batting grew less and less enthusiastic, and soon she could barely make her wings move. Her ankles were to the shaking point, and her breathing was ragged.
“What are you doing wrong?” he asked, after the fourth hour had passed.
Azurea looked up at him, trying to use her adorable pout but he didn't notice anything.
“I don't know,” she grumbled as her head arched back down.
“Wrong,” Lividus stated, before his tail tuft hit her square on her muzzle, a sting making Azurea rub and fret on the marble floor. “Pain is nature's way of saying you are doing it wrong. What are you doing wrong?”
Azurea rubbed her tender nostril, before growling at him and hissing, slamming her foot down angrily before the blinding pain of landing on it made her whimper. She frowned, staring at her cracking ankles and wrists.
“My wrists hurt, and my ankles,” she stated with a little head tilt as she sat on her haunches, her feet turning outwards.
“Mmm, and? What are you doing wrong to make them hurt?” he asked in a little gentler way.
“It..I am...not landing right?” she asked as she cringed down, waiting for the smacking of his tail. When it never came she sat back up straight.
“You are not landing at all, you are falling,” he stated. “A good flyer learns how to LAND first. Do you want to learn to fly?”
“I want to!” Azurea stated with enthusiasm and worry. “I will fly!”
“You can boast all you like, bratling,” Lividus stated. “You will have to show me first before I can believe you.”
“I want to land!” She yelled at him, “So I can fly!”
The old dragon laughed a bit, before his tail swatted her nose again.
“Fine, then land,” he stated.
“I don't know how!” Azurea growled and rubbed her nose again.
“On the contrary, you know how to do it, you've been doing it wrong. Now do it right,” he stated. “Do not focus on flight, focus on landing.”
Azurea grunted in frustration, before her determination outweighed her pain. With careful movements she stood back up on her hurting legs and ankles, wings out. She felt them burning with fatigue, she just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep until her mother came back, but she was going to land...she was going to do it once.
Azurea flapped her wings a few times before putting more effort into the lift, rotating them around and pulling her body up off of the ground a few feet. She held her position there before easing her way down by hovering lower and lower by inches. It was odd when suddenly her tail touched the marble, and then her back feet. She grinned as she stopped batting and let her front legs roll forward to the ground, and there was no pain save her shoulders and wings.
“I can land,” she stated snottily. “I can land.”
“I see that,” he stated with the same tone, before he stood up and looked to the sky. “Sunset, your mother will be here soon. That is enough for today.”
He trudged down the stairwell, Azurea following quickly behind him to the darkness of the bottom of the dragon's tower.
“Will I learn to fly tomorrow?” She asked him as they reached the bottom.
“No, you will practice landing,” he replied and shooed her out the doors. “And you will be patient about the rest of it.”
And the doors slammed shut. She heard him chuckle from behind the door, before her mother's roar called her and she darted off to meet her, the pain of her ankles mostly gone from excitement.
All characters and scenery belong to me hee hee.
Previous stories and next stories are below.
~Angel~
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“Did I get Da in trouble?” Azurea whined as she followed alongside her mother, trotting to keep up with the long legs and stride of the full grown dragoness.
“Ohhh yes,” the towering dragoness rumbled, her eyes fixated ahead of them as they moved along a thick white marble bridge. Azurea's head went down in shame, slowing her pace down before she trotted back to speed, watching her mother's tail swing back and forth in a slithering vicious way. The last thing Azurea wanted to do was get Dah in trouble, but after her first real taste of controlling magic, she couldn't help but show off to her brother and sister...and as a result slamming into her mother's very surprised head.
After snatching the hatchling from the air, Ianthisia demanded to know who taught her to fly with magic. Azurea being scared half to death of her mother's wrath told of her father and the day she went off the balcony. The good thing about telling her now was father wasn't going to be back in the territory for some time, being sent to the north east to protect the line from Ice Breathers. At least mother would have time to cool off before removing his horns...among other swears that Azurea didn't want to repeat.
Her mother scooped up Azurea after making sure the other two didn't know how to do it, and stormed off with her into the deeper part of the towered complex. It was much like a bee hive or ant hill within the tip top of several mountainsides. Her mother never said anything about where they were going, and the expression on her face made Azurea keep her mouth from asking.
Soon Ianthisia slowed her angry pace and they came to a tower cast in deep shadow, wild ivy springing to life around it even in the shadow of a mountain peak. Azurea looked at the tower with fear, sliding under her mother's ribcage and walking under her as they came to the large set of wooden carved doors.
Ianthisia reached her paw up and knocked on the door three times, the noise echoing through the shadow of the peak like a warning. Azurea peered up, looking at the ivy cracking and squeezing the marble like it were trying to choke the tower down. Who lived in this dilapidated place? Who CHOSE to live in this place?
There was a wary growling from somewhere in the tower, before there was a hard gust of wind from behind them! Wait...no...Azurea watched the wind flow through the doors like it were being sucked inside! The force making the doors pop inward and open and making Azurea more wary. The darkness gave no clue as to what was inside, even it seemed to have the mountain's shadow blocking out the sun.
“Who is there?” a voice grumbled, male, harsh and hoarse.
“Teacher,” Ianthisia stated in a sort of growling tone, bowing her head a little and making sure her hatchling was still tucked under her belly scales.
There was a moment of silence, then a bursting noise of somewhat crazy laughter came from inside, two eyes shining inside, white and unseeing.
“Ianthisia,” the voice stated, “What brings you to the edge? Come to see where they've hidden me have you?”
“You are the best, the Queen sees only what she wants to see,” Ianthisia replied before bowing her neck down to look at the ground in respect. He cackled again, coming out further and finally revealing his scales to the light.
Azurea peered around her mother's leg to see the old dragon, scales colored almost metallic lead blue but patches had fallen off from shedding and old age. His eyes were white with blindness, and his mane was almost violently indigo. From the mane were four horns, two wrapping like snail shells on either side of his cheeks while the other two curved back behind his head. His wings were leathery and had become almost solid blue, something Azurea had never seen before.
“Flattering your old teacher? Come...you know that will not do a damned thing, bratling,” the old dragon stated. “What brings you here? Speak! I become impatient...I assume it has to do with the little welp underneath you.”
“It does,” Ianthisia stated as she lifted her head back up and pulled up the leg that was covering most of Azurea. The hatchling looked a little frightened at first, before she narrowed her eyes and jumped once forward. She went into a defensive position, wings out and head down with her body tight and ready to spring. She let out a mighty hiss at the old dragon and then shouted,
“I'm not afraid of you!”
The old dragon's head arched up a bit, smirking in annoyance and amusement before he put his head low.
“You're not are yeh?” he asked, but it sounded more like a demand even with the quiet of the tone. Azurea fidgeted a little nervously but held her ground as her mother sat back and waited patiently. The old dragon's head arched back high above Azurea, the little dragoness' eyes widening as she watched the air above him become engulfed down his gullet. Like a great whipping motion he swung his head down and let out a monsterous roaring! Its noise directed at the tiny hatchling and almost blowing her clear into the air!
Tail tucked she was gone back under her mother's undercarriage, hiding behind one of the tall legs to keep from the dragon's roaring.
“Muaha! I still have some power left,” he grinned widely, teeth showing as Ianthisia pet Azurea's head lightly with the tip of her tail. “That little thing has spirit...and magic flowing from her like yours, Ianthisia. What is it you want me to do with her?”
“Master Lividus,” Ianthisia replied calmly, “My arrogant mate has taught my hatchling how to fly with magics before she can fly with her wings.”
“Mmm...he's taught her to cheat, has he? Cyanexus always was a dolt,” Lividus replied with some grumbling. “But I do not teach, the Queen threw me out here to rot.”
“Does that mean you cannot teach?” the dragoness asked, “Or you will not?”
“Mmm, do not play to my vanity, bratling,” Lividus growled at her. “I can teach. I taught you didn't I?”
“This is not for the Queen, this isn't even for myself,” Ianthisia stated, “This is for my hatchling. She needs to be taught how to fly properly before using magics or she will stilt her flight forever and rely on magics alone to carry her. She needs to learn and you are still the best, Teacher.”
“Meh, you are the only pupil I still see, Ianthisia,” Lividus grumbled. “The others have the good sense to leave me be...but...she is spunky at least. And it will be funny when Cyanexus hears me teaching his hatchling how to properly fly...haha...”
His mind seem to drift off as his giant toothy grin returned before he narrowed his white eyes.
“Has it eaten?” Lividus asked with a growling pout.
“She has, yes,” Ianthisia stated.
“Good, be back as sundown for it, I will see what I can do,” Lividus stated with a little nod of his head. Ianthisia bowed her head down before pushing Azurea forward into the open marble pathway.
“Mama,” Azurea fretted, looking up at her with frightened eyes.
“You want to learn to fly? You will learn to fly,” Ianthisia stated bluntly, nudging Azurea forward with her muzzle and turning to leave her daughter. “I will return at sundown for you.”
Azurea's stomach turn in knots, watching her mother go back towards the pristine white marbled cluster of towers. Azurea looked over her wing and shoulder at the old dragon who...was gone? Where had he gone? The doors still lay open.
Azurea trotted into the darkness of the tower, it smelling of mold and dust...unkempt.
“Up here, bratling,” the old dragon cackled, a spiraling stairwell lit by windows above her and he waiting at the top. She took tentative steps where she thought it started, and began to walk up the cold stairwell into the light of day. The tower flattened at the top, a large balcony poking out above the peak of the mountain and the air was crisp and cool. The old dragon wandered towards the edge of the opened top, lying down slowly before staring at the little hatchling who stared at him.
“Flap your wings,” the old dragon ordered. Azurea fidgeted on her feet a bit but extended her wings and flapped them like he told her too.
“Meh, too small to carry you. You cannot fly yet,” he stated bluntly.
“I can fly!” she yelled at him, “I can!”
“No, you can cheat,” he stated. “Your father taught you how to CHEAT, not how to fly,” Lividus growled at her. “Flap them again.”
Azurea narrowed her eyes at him. She would show him, she could fly!
She felt the strands of magic floating around her like shivering silver strings, pulling them in tightly until she felt them grip her wings and body, holding onto them before she burst---!
She took one flap and didn't even leave the ground. The magic was ripped from her like the pulling of a band aid, feeling the sting of each strand being plucked from her and wrapping tightly around the old dragon.
“You cannot cheat here, I will not let you,” he stated with a satisfied grin. “Now flap your damn wings until I tell you to stop.”
Azurea pouted notably, his blindness didn't seem to impair much and her pout wouldn't reach him even if he could see it.
“Flap, before I knock you off this tower to get you flapping.”
Azurea got into the position her father had her in the day prior, legs standing stiff and proud and started flapping. And flapping. And flapping.
She left the ground every few good flaps and landed hard on her ankles, they beginning to ache and feel like they would split open by the third hour of flapping. She checked his expression frequently, seeing if she was doing it right or wrong or something! But he simply watched her flapping her wings, his scales wrapped in the precious wild magics she used before to fly. The only time he spoke was when she stopped flapping to take a breath, or scratch an itch, telling her to keep batting her wings.
Her muscles in her shoulders burned, and her head grew lower and lower with the passage of time. Her batting grew less and less enthusiastic, and soon she could barely make her wings move. Her ankles were to the shaking point, and her breathing was ragged.
“What are you doing wrong?” he asked, after the fourth hour had passed.
Azurea looked up at him, trying to use her adorable pout but he didn't notice anything.
“I don't know,” she grumbled as her head arched back down.
“Wrong,” Lividus stated, before his tail tuft hit her square on her muzzle, a sting making Azurea rub and fret on the marble floor. “Pain is nature's way of saying you are doing it wrong. What are you doing wrong?”
Azurea rubbed her tender nostril, before growling at him and hissing, slamming her foot down angrily before the blinding pain of landing on it made her whimper. She frowned, staring at her cracking ankles and wrists.
“My wrists hurt, and my ankles,” she stated with a little head tilt as she sat on her haunches, her feet turning outwards.
“Mmm, and? What are you doing wrong to make them hurt?” he asked in a little gentler way.
“It..I am...not landing right?” she asked as she cringed down, waiting for the smacking of his tail. When it never came she sat back up straight.
“You are not landing at all, you are falling,” he stated. “A good flyer learns how to LAND first. Do you want to learn to fly?”
“I want to!” Azurea stated with enthusiasm and worry. “I will fly!”
“You can boast all you like, bratling,” Lividus stated. “You will have to show me first before I can believe you.”
“I want to land!” She yelled at him, “So I can fly!”
The old dragon laughed a bit, before his tail swatted her nose again.
“Fine, then land,” he stated.
“I don't know how!” Azurea growled and rubbed her nose again.
“On the contrary, you know how to do it, you've been doing it wrong. Now do it right,” he stated. “Do not focus on flight, focus on landing.”
Azurea grunted in frustration, before her determination outweighed her pain. With careful movements she stood back up on her hurting legs and ankles, wings out. She felt them burning with fatigue, she just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep until her mother came back, but she was going to land...she was going to do it once.
Azurea flapped her wings a few times before putting more effort into the lift, rotating them around and pulling her body up off of the ground a few feet. She held her position there before easing her way down by hovering lower and lower by inches. It was odd when suddenly her tail touched the marble, and then her back feet. She grinned as she stopped batting and let her front legs roll forward to the ground, and there was no pain save her shoulders and wings.
“I can land,” she stated snottily. “I can land.”
“I see that,” he stated with the same tone, before he stood up and looked to the sky. “Sunset, your mother will be here soon. That is enough for today.”
He trudged down the stairwell, Azurea following quickly behind him to the darkness of the bottom of the dragon's tower.
“Will I learn to fly tomorrow?” She asked him as they reached the bottom.
“No, you will practice landing,” he replied and shooed her out the doors. “And you will be patient about the rest of it.”
And the doors slammed shut. She heard him chuckle from behind the door, before her mother's roar called her and she darted off to meet her, the pain of her ankles mostly gone from excitement.
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Dragon (Other)
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