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BlantantlyAccidental t1_j6ddcf3 wrote

Reply to comment by BlantantlyAccidental in [WP] The dragon spoke, "Release my human, and we will leave you all in peace. Do not, and I will reduce your walls to rubble to rescue them myself." by quazerflame

Gallajorn Jarlkin had awoken from his century long power nap a few months ago. Dwelling in the mountains of Jarlun, this specific Drogon had secluded itself away from the others and was proud of the collection of odds and ends he had...procured over the years.

Gallajorn was a proud thing. Excited to be awake, to check on his things, to guide his people. His long endeavor to breed enough humans to start his own colony had come to fruition many years ago. He decided to slumber for such a short amount of time, for you see a hundred year nap to a Drogon was but a few moments.

So when he swept down from his Mountains to his Humans colony, he was not prepared. At all. For as he swooped down upon what he thought was just a smattering of huts and fires and 20 of the damned things, there were solid free standing structures, barns and shops. The colony had turned into a town. A bustling, vibrant thing that spread out neatly for the Humans. Which baffled Gallajorn.

What amazed the Drogon Gallajorn the most, was that the environment around the Human colony wasn't desolate. It was serene. Green, well maintained fields, livestock everywhere. Even brief puffs of steam could be seen. A sad sign, Gallajorn thought to himself. It was always the steam engine that began the ending of most Human colonies. It always rapidly progressed from that point, and they always destroyed themselves. It was a perpetual cycle of futility to them, but endlessly amusing to the long living Drogons.

Inspecting the lands of the Humans, and noting that they had indeed listened to his only command before going to sleep: Do not leave the shaded valleys of Jarlun. Though secluded from the rest of the Drogon Empire, Gallajorn was dangerously close to the Dyadic Accordant. A small Dyadic college town was many leagues away, yet he had not worried about any of his pets escaping that far. Not overly concerned, and from the way things looked his experiment was a rousing success.

"I must speak to their leader." he rumbled to himself, tilting his wing and dipping to find a place to land. His large Drogon form would certainly bring terror to the Humans below. He had flown high enough, his vision good enough that he was sure he hadn't been seen.

As he swooped in to land, he noticed that the humans in the town had begun to gather. A large, open field had been cleared in its center, and near its edge, closest to the largest and most ornate building stood a tall tower, bright flags flying. Gallajorns sharp vision caught a sight that made him smile.

Humans had gathered on the Tower, and all around its base, and in the clearing, which Gallajorn noted was roped off so no one could get into it. In the tower, gray bearded and hunched Human males stood.

Gallajorn smirked at himself, huge teeth gleaning in the bright twin suns of Terragia. His dull gray scales started to shimmer, turning a faint silver. If they were expecting something great, Gallajorn was gonna show up scaled to the nines!

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krypter3 t1_j6daoox wrote

Reply to [WP]The universe wants to set up a Events specific to ruin one man’s life but said person is married to lady luck, so this makes things much more difficult by Angy_covid

Let me tell you a story about how I met a most spectacular woman.  She came into my life with little more than a whisper.  An unplanned and wholly uneventful meeting.  You dream of such things you see, as a boy and I suppose as a man too.  That you will get caught up in a whirlwind romance. 

That the love of your life will enter it in such a splendid fashion, that you know from the moment you see them that they are yours.  But things never quite turn out the way you plan, or even hope for.  Sometimes somebody comes into your life and they mean nothing at first, and they begin to grow.  It is like the planting of seeds, the cultivation of a garden. 

A slow and meaningful growth and if you tend to it, it can lead to so much more.  That is how my wife came into my life.  A life I might add, of sadness and misfortune.  No matter how hard I worked, how much I gave to others it had never been enough.  I never won anything, I had no great particular skill or aspirations for a future and there were times where I felt like the universe was against me. 

How could I not when everybody around me flourished, and I didn’t.  I was so set on living my mundane, unlucky life.  I was on the road to unhappiness and an early grave.  That is until she came into my life.  She made me want to make friends again.  She changed how I saw the world. 

Every time I was around her, I felt like my luck was about to change.  Her mischievousness was infectious, and her happiness lifted me to heights I never thought I could reach.  Our friendship flourished into something so much more.  She became everything right about life

The man would never know how truly lucky he was.  A pitiful life on an uninteresting rock, destined for nothing.  To give all that he is to those who did not care for him in return.  To live bereft of happiness, luck and meaning.  That had been his purpose, the point of his existence.  Nothing.  Until he had met her.  The embodiment of luck.  Such a bright, disgusting creature.  She defies everything we set in motion.  Changes the will on the universe by simply existing.  Even we cannot deny her radiance.  Burn bright little sun, for however short lived it may be.

My very own lady luck I call her.  She laughs at me of course, calls me silly.  She cannot see the effect she has on the people around her.  The joy her smile can bring to somebody.  So I will tell her, for the rest of our lives.  May they be long and filled with love.

She is a most spectacular woman.

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Commander_Night_17 t1_j6d9uo5 wrote

Reply to [OT] SatChat: What inspired you to start writing more seriously? (New here? Introduce yourself!) by MajorParadox

(Gonna write here after getting a final warning in a similar post, due to... family I suppose)

Well I had a lot of problems, stress with my degree, recovering from covid, dewling with some betrayals and a few other stuff that I can't say here.

I wrote simple stories before coming here, mostly stories on friendship and finding your way (Cause I was and still am finding my way in the world) and just one fantasy story.

The first I saw here was what inspired me, a simple story i wrote on the phone, and bam, I was hooked.

My degree took a lot of my thinking space so I found it easy and inspiring me to write stories in other ways.

I became a mostly fantasy writer

My passion in writing before covid was lacklustre, but boy after that, the world of fantasy comforted me.

So I wrote, and wrote, and began to allocate at least 3 hrs to Writting, after a while I knew that I wanted to leave behind stories that my future kids or someone I cared about would read and be happy, I can see my stories improve, and still inspires me to push on

I'm still improving my creativity to make stories by myself faster, and learning different tones and styles of writing from the posts here and the posts I've made

I hope someday that my work may reach the levels of the professional writers here, how they seem to always be creative.

Though to be fair, I don't think that may happen, due to both work, my problems and more likely than not, simple mistakes.

I can hope though.

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