Dragonhand: Forest Friends They were being sent away again, this time to Alexander. The crushing weight of their burden being unevenly shared throughout the pack, Brynjar was certain he bore the heaviest part of it. Nothing seemed particularly amiss on the outside, the sun was shining and birds were chattering listlessly, but all the pack could see was gray storm clouds. Lumbering about all across the world below, they greedily took up space without a care in the world, knowing perfectly well what chaos they caused by simply existing. The souls of the damned pouring out more misery for them to feed on, they were the parasites that would never be fully exterminated.Dragonhand: Forest Friends by MewMewPrincess101
Else’s dragon was straining to hold them both despite her size, weeks of almost nonstop flying had taken its toll on the poor creature. She continued to fly like nothing was troubling her, but both her rider and Brynjar could feel her muscles straining, and see each beat of her wings steadily grow
Dragonhand: The Performance, and the AftermathDragonhand: The Performance, and the Aftermath by MewMewPrincess101
The wind whipped around Morrigan like her own personal tempest, lifting her high into the air on invisible wings until she flew high above the crowds that somehow failed to notice her. Her soul was filled with the ancient wind song, a chorus of sounds that were too ethereal to explain in words. The ringing of the bell did not matter anymore, because she could not hear it over her own laughter. The wind kissed her face goodbye and dropped her on an abandoned rooftop, just as the performance began, and the dragons gave two mighty roars before opening their sail-like wings and gracefully leaping off steel platforms into the night sky. Their hides glowed orange under their glistening scales, burning with the fire that coursed through their bodies like blood did in other beings. They lit up the sky like two great gods sent down from the heavens to strike fear, awe, and a sense of underachievement into the souls of the mortals.
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Dragonhand CharactersBasic Information:Dragonhand Characters by MewMewPrincess101
Full Name: Faelwen Lawen(formerly), Morrigan Lawen.
Date of birth: Some time during the winter, during a snowstorm.
Age: 14(Currently, age changes as the story continues. Is about 17 when she meets Kai).
Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Pansexual/None/Not specified.
Birthplace: Loraz.(Desert city, Djinn in origin.)
Languages: Common, Dragonese.
Voice: High, able to hold notes for quite some time. Draws in listeners with sheer volume and overall talent and beauty.
Relationship with family: Used to be close and loving until she left for school. They drifted apart and have not spoken in years, she does not know why.
Hair: Long and red, a mass of crazy “witchy” curls.
Physical Description: Short and thin, long and curly red hair. Bright blue eyes, pale skin, scar across her collarbon
Dragonhand: A Woman With Raven HairDragonhand: A Woman With Raven Hair by MewMewPrincess101
A Woman With Raven Hair
The sky was raining boiling blood, the thick scarlet drops landing in puddles on the yellow earth below. Melting the coarse grass the blood slowly seeped into the dirt, staining it dark and rendering it steaming. The roars of a hundred dragons rang across the vast expanse of the plains, roars of pain, agony, and death. The air was scorching with the heat of their fire, the ground gouged and bruised by their massive fights. Clouds were gathering across the vermilion sky, thick and gray, an obvious sign of an approaching storm.
The first bolt of lightning struck the ground and killed the small team of men in its path. Bodies went flying through the air and landed dead with little thumps, their entrails spilling from their bodies onto the ground. There would probably be no funeral for those men, not even a proper burial, they would be left there or burned as the living moved on. Thunder boomed and more lighting fell from the sky, killing and wounding as it w