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She's ghostly pale, With tapered limbs, She waits beneath the sea. She sings her song, With thick-lashed eyes, Directs that gaze at me. Bewitching noise, Sculpted cheeks, Her perfection is unreal.
You ask me of Him, My beast, My kin, My Dragon, Untamable unruliness, So dress to impress, He awakens from long slumber, With a burp and a murder, Great green wings unfold, Launches into the air...
The leaves of the Opussian Observatory Guard are watching and whispering under the cover of a breeze, as monsters and tricksters from mis-sold fairy tales slink towards The Oldest Oak in the land.
I vanquished the last dragon. The village was tormented. Houses burned and crops would not grow in the blasted ground. The domestic animals had been turned to ash. People were starving.
By the Princess's point of view... One day i was walking alone in the spring field, finally alone, no guards, no dad, no mom, everything is perfect... Gathering flowers, colorful and firm...
A winged beast is quite the sight to see. But beware, they come in such variety, with many a'winged society...
Pick a pair of sparrows, And make some hawthorn arrows, Find a half purple-gold fish, Upon it place a special wish, Capture a cat's meow, Paint your treasured cow, Tie a rainbow ribbon on a...
Where am I. And who are you. What is this world. Why can't we see. Don't angels hover atop mountains, and mermaids swim the seas. Do the dead lie sleeping in graves while the living lie awake in beds.
Muur and the wolf-person thundered away, deeper into the forest. Muur could hear the other young centaurs whinnying with confusion and headed towards them.
Torvaakin, the place that That the mythical and mysterious used to live in harmony until the end time 2012 ( the year 2012 to us humans ) brought a new ruler ,king Dolriif the shape-shifter ,who...
In a distance land there was a young boy called Soren who lived in a kingdom where mystical creature didn't exist. USoren lived with his mum called Summer. Summer work with a bad boss who hated Soren.
My eyebrows raised. Minor wyrms don't have voices. They grunt, they hiss, they even let loose the occasional roar, but they don't speak. Ever. So I let the bow go slack and stepped away.
Yes, a minor wyrm. You know, medium sized scaly reptile with an appetite for anything remotely to do with civilisation. No. You need to get out more.
3. Morgonen När jag vaknade nästa morgon så siprade solljuset in genom glasrutan. Jag klev upp och tog på mig kläderna. När jag gick ut ur gästrummet så såg jag att ingen var hemma.
Once upon a time, a dragon (as you would see all the time then) was 'chilling' in his cave. One day, a goblin came along and shouted at the top of his lungs "SIRE.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son.
My dragon is a tricky pet, Last week I took him to the vet He barely fitted through the door And caused a terrible uproar The dogs all whined, the cats they hissed The rat, I’m told, will be sadly...
The sea beats in time with the moon in the sky with little white bubbles that foam and float by. The twinkle of mystery unknown to man but what is it really that beats on the sand.
The flames licked the wooden frames, as the helpless screams joined the ever growing noise of the battle, the fae were a ferocious and devious adversary, seeking only terror and mayhem to fulfil...
With St. Patrick's Day at hand, I decided that it would be appropriate to catch a leprechaun, and steal his treasure.
In a land with no shape and no depth, there lived two mighty and beautiful dragons.
Burning wings growing out of a horses back, fire is pain, this stallion is different, it's calm and remains the same, right before my eyes, a miraculous pegasus is born, he jumps into the sky, flys...