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Gaaren glanced at the small clock on his wall. It was the size of a plate, with a wooden face and metal hands, and told the time was almost 6PM. Rex was taking longer than expected, Gaaren thought to himself. The gold dragon was, at this point in time, relaxing, laying across his large sofa. Lying down, the eight foot, muscular warrior dragon took up the whole sofa from one side to the other, leaving no room. Luckily, for his two guests, more room on the sofa wasn't required, at least, not at their current size. Lyle, the nightwolf, and Scale, the dragon, were like their much larger friend, taking it easy. But instead of resting on furniture, the pair were both lying comfortably on Gaaren's chest. At a normal size, the gold warrior's muscular form was quite firm to the touch, but, to the two and a half inch wolf and dragon, the surface of his bright scales did feel a bit softer.
Suddenly, Lyle and Scale felt their entire world begin to tremble. They both opened their eyes and looked across the golden plain beneath them, up to Gaaren's head as his massive chest began to rise. The gold dragon was yawning. Gaaren's small friends heard him inhale, then release his breath like a mighty gust of wind. More vibrations began, as Gaaren slowly brought one arm out from behind his head, and reached with one big, golden hand, toward them.
Gaaren scooped up his two friends lazily in his hand, and sat up, placing his two, big dragon feet on the stone floor. Lyle and Scale were put down on the sofa next to the gold giant, who yawned once more.
"I was expecting Rex, to have arrived by now. That wolf is running late", he said. Leaving his tiny friends on the sofa, Gaaren stood up and walked to the windows. His room had three, large windows which took up most of the wall they were on, and like all windows in Helm-Rhun, were without glass, being empty spaces carved into the stone. Looking out the windows, the gold dragon saw the landscape of Helm-Rhun, with the royal temple in the center. Outside of the many ancient buildings, Gaaren saw the multitude of citizens going about their day, as were many soldiers.
The city of Helm-Rhun was a multi-species state, to a limited extent. Its people were wolves, and alligators, who had lived alongside one another in brotherhood for nearly seven thousand years. Only the gators were 'original' inhabitants, however. Before their alliance with the wolves, they had built the city-state and lived within it for countless years in isolation, which explained the oversaturation of gator statues and crests adorning the city and its buildings. Wolf-themed works were still very present, but had been added much later as the stone-work showed. Most of the stone that built the city, including the army base Gaaren was currently calling home, was a greenish-gray in color, with few exceptions.
In more recent times, the city had become host to many drakespire dragons, all part of the drakespire army. The Drakespire - Helm-Rhun alliance had been the cause of this, and the dragon troops were much appreciated by the people of the city. Gaaren himself had already managed to become well known among the wolves and gators, thanks to his actions helping to save the lord bishop, and just like in Drakespire, was well respected. As an added bonus, Helm-Rhun wasn't under constant martial law. How nice that was, Gaaren thought, even though his position in Drakespire offered him immunity from such things anyway.
Gaaren turned away from the window, and walked to a cabinet on the other side of the room, between the door and his usual reading table. The warrior dragon opened one of the wooden box's doors, and took out a large bottle filled with a gold-brown liquid. But, as he did, his ears heard something. At the other end of the corridor connecting to his room, Gaaren heard light footsteps. He put the bottle back into the cabinet, and shut it, then waited as the steps became louder and closer.
The curtain across his doorway was swept aside, as the brown wolf, Rex, walked through.
"Rex." Gaaren said, turning to the wolf.
"Sir", Rex smiled.
The wolf let out a quiet laugh and stepped over to the eight foot dragon, and firmly embraced him, resting his head against Gaaren's chest. He felt the dragon breathe out in relief, and under his fur, blushed a little as Gaaren's big, muscular arms surrounded him in a gentle hug.
"So, they sent my wolf to the desert, huh?" Gaaren said, calmly.
"Yeah, they did... I missed you, big guy." Rex answered.
"Well, you're still in one piece. Lucky for them." The dragon said, releasing Rex from his hold.
Rex sighed and let go of the dragon's midsection. Looking up to his friend's blue eyes, he smiled again.
"Yeah... Would have sucked if one of those panthers had got me, Gaar", he chuckled. "Gonna need to get the rest of the sand out of my coat, though. Those desert storms, I tell ya. Messed my fur all up."
"Hm. We'll have to take care of that", Gaaren said, turning away. "But first, take a look in that cabinet and pick something out", he continued, walking to a cupboard across the room. "We should have a drink."
"Sure", Rex smiled. He turned to the cabinet and opened the doors, finding almost a dozen bottles of different drinks inside. Rex was good at hiding it in company, but he had missed Gaaren during his time away. Of course, he couldn't let anyone other than Gaaren himself know that. Rex looked at the different bottles, and thought to himself. Gaaren was different than all the other dragons he had known- and not just because of his golden scales, an incredibly rare color for drakespire dragons, and his size. He was so... calm. So collected. He never seemed to lose his composure. Not like the other dragon troops at all.
Rex picked out one bottle, a tall, but thin one filled with a dark purple wine of some type, and went over to Gaaren, who had brought two glasses from the cupboard. One glass was around the right size, with the second one almost twice its size- Rex filled them both and put the empty wine bottle on the table, and took the smaller glass as Gaaren offered it.
"So", Gaaren said, taking a drink. "My wolf got promoted."
"Great, huh?" Rex chuckled, sipping his drink.
"Hm. The new uniform certainly suits you better", Gaaren said, drinking more of his wine. "Who was the gator, a friend of yours?"
"Oh, Narhl? He's part of the new task force I'm putting together." Rex answered. " Sweet gator, really. Took two arrows for me in Kalmar. Or would have, if they'd managed to shoot through his scales... He's a firebreather, too."
Gaaren lowered his glass. "He is? I would never have guessed. That's something, for sure."
Gaaren thought back, to his history studies in the drakespire military academy. Firebreathing Helm-Rhun gators, he knew, were one in a million. Or, not exactly. The exact calculation was one in three hundred and eighty four thousand, nine hundred and fifty seven, but that still made them rare enough to be almost nonexistant, what with the population of gators being a little over four million.The history books mentioned them being decendants of the oldest gator shamans, but the firebreathing ability was not something that could be predicted in gator families. Instead, it seemed random.
"Yeah, I was surprised too. Course he can't breathe fire quite like you, Gaar." Rex smiled.
"Not surprising. I'm not only the strongest in Drakespire when it comes to strength." the dragon casually answered, downing the rest of his wine. "Now... You drink up and follow me", Gaaren said. "It's time to wash the rest of the sand out of your fur."
Mostly just some story expansion here :p more micro fun next time.
Comments appreciated!
Gaaren glanced at the small clock on his wall. It was the size of a plate, with a wooden face and metal hands, and told the time was almost 6PM. Rex was taking longer than expected, Gaaren thought to himself. The gold dragon was, at this point in time, relaxing, laying across his large sofa. Lying down, the eight foot, muscular warrior dragon took up the whole sofa from one side to the other, leaving no room. Luckily, for his two guests, more room on the sofa wasn't required, at least, not at their current size. Lyle, the nightwolf, and Scale, the dragon, were like their much larger friend, taking it easy. But instead of resting on furniture, the pair were both lying comfortably on Gaaren's chest. At a normal size, the gold warrior's muscular form was quite firm to the touch, but, to the two and a half inch wolf and dragon, the surface of his bright scales did feel a bit softer.
Suddenly, Lyle and Scale felt their entire world begin to tremble. They both opened their eyes and looked across the golden plain beneath them, up to Gaaren's head as his massive chest began to rise. The gold dragon was yawning. Gaaren's small friends heard him inhale, then release his breath like a mighty gust of wind. More vibrations began, as Gaaren slowly brought one arm out from behind his head, and reached with one big, golden hand, toward them.
Gaaren scooped up his two friends lazily in his hand, and sat up, placing his two, big dragon feet on the stone floor. Lyle and Scale were put down on the sofa next to the gold giant, who yawned once more.
"I was expecting Rex, to have arrived by now. That wolf is running late", he said. Leaving his tiny friends on the sofa, Gaaren stood up and walked to the windows. His room had three, large windows which took up most of the wall they were on, and like all windows in Helm-Rhun, were without glass, being empty spaces carved into the stone. Looking out the windows, the gold dragon saw the landscape of Helm-Rhun, with the royal temple in the center. Outside of the many ancient buildings, Gaaren saw the multitude of citizens going about their day, as were many soldiers.
The city of Helm-Rhun was a multi-species state, to a limited extent. Its people were wolves, and alligators, who had lived alongside one another in brotherhood for nearly seven thousand years. Only the gators were 'original' inhabitants, however. Before their alliance with the wolves, they had built the city-state and lived within it for countless years in isolation, which explained the oversaturation of gator statues and crests adorning the city and its buildings. Wolf-themed works were still very present, but had been added much later as the stone-work showed. Most of the stone that built the city, including the army base Gaaren was currently calling home, was a greenish-gray in color, with few exceptions.
In more recent times, the city had become host to many drakespire dragons, all part of the drakespire army. The Drakespire - Helm-Rhun alliance had been the cause of this, and the dragon troops were much appreciated by the people of the city. Gaaren himself had already managed to become well known among the wolves and gators, thanks to his actions helping to save the lord bishop, and just like in Drakespire, was well respected. As an added bonus, Helm-Rhun wasn't under constant martial law. How nice that was, Gaaren thought, even though his position in Drakespire offered him immunity from such things anyway.
Gaaren turned away from the window, and walked to a cabinet on the other side of the room, between the door and his usual reading table. The warrior dragon opened one of the wooden box's doors, and took out a large bottle filled with a gold-brown liquid. But, as he did, his ears heard something. At the other end of the corridor connecting to his room, Gaaren heard light footsteps. He put the bottle back into the cabinet, and shut it, then waited as the steps became louder and closer.
The curtain across his doorway was swept aside, as the brown wolf, Rex, walked through.
"Rex." Gaaren said, turning to the wolf.
"Sir", Rex smiled.
The wolf let out a quiet laugh and stepped over to the eight foot dragon, and firmly embraced him, resting his head against Gaaren's chest. He felt the dragon breathe out in relief, and under his fur, blushed a little as Gaaren's big, muscular arms surrounded him in a gentle hug.
"So, they sent my wolf to the desert, huh?" Gaaren said, calmly.
"Yeah, they did... I missed you, big guy." Rex answered.
"Well, you're still in one piece. Lucky for them." The dragon said, releasing Rex from his hold.
Rex sighed and let go of the dragon's midsection. Looking up to his friend's blue eyes, he smiled again.
"Yeah... Would have sucked if one of those panthers had got me, Gaar", he chuckled. "Gonna need to get the rest of the sand out of my coat, though. Those desert storms, I tell ya. Messed my fur all up."
"Hm. We'll have to take care of that", Gaaren said, turning away. "But first, take a look in that cabinet and pick something out", he continued, walking to a cupboard across the room. "We should have a drink."
"Sure", Rex smiled. He turned to the cabinet and opened the doors, finding almost a dozen bottles of different drinks inside. Rex was good at hiding it in company, but he had missed Gaaren during his time away. Of course, he couldn't let anyone other than Gaaren himself know that. Rex looked at the different bottles, and thought to himself. Gaaren was different than all the other dragons he had known- and not just because of his golden scales, an incredibly rare color for drakespire dragons, and his size. He was so... calm. So collected. He never seemed to lose his composure. Not like the other dragon troops at all.
Rex picked out one bottle, a tall, but thin one filled with a dark purple wine of some type, and went over to Gaaren, who had brought two glasses from the cupboard. One glass was around the right size, with the second one almost twice its size- Rex filled them both and put the empty wine bottle on the table, and took the smaller glass as Gaaren offered it.
"So", Gaaren said, taking a drink. "My wolf got promoted."
"Great, huh?" Rex chuckled, sipping his drink.
"Hm. The new uniform certainly suits you better", Gaaren said, drinking more of his wine. "Who was the gator, a friend of yours?"
"Oh, Narhl? He's part of the new task force I'm putting together." Rex answered. " Sweet gator, really. Took two arrows for me in Kalmar. Or would have, if they'd managed to shoot through his scales... He's a firebreather, too."
Gaaren lowered his glass. "He is? I would never have guessed. That's something, for sure."
Gaaren thought back, to his history studies in the drakespire military academy. Firebreathing Helm-Rhun gators, he knew, were one in a million. Or, not exactly. The exact calculation was one in three hundred and eighty four thousand, nine hundred and fifty seven, but that still made them rare enough to be almost nonexistant, what with the population of gators being a little over four million.The history books mentioned them being decendants of the oldest gator shamans, but the firebreathing ability was not something that could be predicted in gator families. Instead, it seemed random.
"Yeah, I was surprised too. Course he can't breathe fire quite like you, Gaar." Rex smiled.
"Not surprising. I'm not only the strongest in Drakespire when it comes to strength." the dragon casually answered, downing the rest of his wine. "Now... You drink up and follow me", Gaaren said. "It's time to wash the rest of the sand out of your fur."
Mostly just some story expansion here :p more micro fun next time.
Comments appreciated!
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