Post by Mysticwave on Dec 6, 2009 22:00:10 GMT -5
Usually, I wouldn't put how two at the same time (I only did that once, but not with the same species of dragon) got here in the same story, but I feel, since both of them were taken on the same day, almost same time, it might add some effect I can work with easily. Both of them will be hatchlings without wings in this story. Until they grow up, that is.
There was many threats of Hollows Eve, or Halloween, according to some humans, night. Vampires, Undead, Neglected, Ghost dragons, and all the other scary kind of dragons haunted the night.
Two hatchlings tried to make their way into safety before these threats caught them. The pumpkin patch they lived in were now overrun by humans wanting them on this vicious night.
"Sis...Are things ever going to turn normal again?" Pumpkin Rider, her two day younger sister, asked.
"I don't know, honestly. Now that our species has been discovered, there's no telling what those humans will do, and how." Pumpkin Huntress said.
"What should we do?" Pumpkin Rider asked.
"We should find another pumpkin patch. If we find one in time, then it'll be safe until next hollows eve." Pumpkin Huntress said.
That was true. It always had worked when they did that--why wouldn't it work this time?
Many of the threats were watching the streets they now walked on. Every hollows eve, most dragons knew this was their territory. The vampires were thinking of how to make a Pumpkin Vampire dragon as they walked, walking beside them in hiding, on the other side of the streets.
Unfortunet waking dead, a strange zombie dragon indeed, was hungry, but didn't know for what. His hunger intensified when around Mystic and her other dragons, or wizards, though he rarely saw those. He knew he was whatever that possessor was, but didn't know what it was. All he knew was it had legs and wings.
His hunger felt calm here, on these streets. But he, too, knew these threats were still a threat, even though he was already dead.
Sadly, the bitter thing happened. I better start accepting it. He thought to himself. It was rather hard to accept--he knew those like him were either mindless creatures or driven insane, for whatever reason.
He didn't fit in either category.
He didn't care, either.
The Pumpkin hatchlings knew of the threats around here, and that drove them forward. The faster they went, the more likely the threats couldn't catch them, hurt them, or see them--if they haven't already, that is--or touch them. Hopefully.
That wasn't the case, however.
A vampire dragon, making his presents unnoticeable to the unknowing hatchlings, sneaked up on them, waiting for something to stop them so he could strike.
One he befriended, a girl vampire dragon, who was white, also stalked them by his side.
Two neglected dragons, as tall as the trees, like many threats that walk these streets, were also waiting for them to be stopped. They wouldn't eat them, but their evil owners might kill them if they failed to get a pumpkin hatchling or two for them.
Two undead, one insane, one mindless, both hungry, got in their path.
The hatchlings stopped, and turned to their right. The neglected dragons blocked that path.
They heard footsteps behind them--Vampire dragons were there, way to close to dream of both of them escaping.
Unfortunately, the gate, taller than anything they could possibly climb, was blocking the left path. They were trapped.
This is the end, and I failed both of us. Pumpkin Huntress thought. It was an agonizing feeling, to fail when they needed success most, and to die because of it. All they could hope is someone would get them out of this mess.
Unfortunet waking dead was hungry again, and, since he never had brains for food or practice finding the source of the smart people (Though it was, after all, only a few hours after the Halloween celebration and his death), the ones who intensified his hunger more than anything else, those that made it come extremely early, there was one here. Unfortunately, his source wasn't close, but on the roof, watching. It was a black alt with a promising amount of intelligences, as big as a dog, or maybe as big as a big dog. He was going to get one of the vampires, and make the worst mistake he'd know of.
The dragons got closer, and it was all hopeless. If the Vampires didn't bite them, if the Undead didn't eat them alive, then the neglected would grab them and bring them to their masters, the horrible evil people that have killed many and continually abuse their dragons. There was no hope.
Then, suddenly, a huge, scary, decaying, black eyes, probably mindless or insane zombie hatchling jumped over them, tackling the vampires and the neglected dragons.
The neglected were smart enough to run away from the amazingly strong zombie hatchling, but the vampires tried to bite him right then and there. He retaliated by biting them in the head. A horrible smell came out of their head, along with horrible tasting things he couldn't possibly force down his throat, came out. He did swallow (though he couldn't eat the whole brain, due to that), but he knew he'd be trying to get that unbearable taste out for how long it lasted.
The insane zombie dragon ran away, terrified.
The mindless one pounced on the hatchlings, making no hope for them, despite the help.
After barfing some of it out, he turned to the mindless grown up zombie dragon, and, in a voice only it could hear, he told it to get off, and walk away.
It did just that, and he walked away without speaking a word to those hatchlings.
Those hatchlings followed him, trying not to let him notice them. They--especially Pumpkin Huntress--wanted to thank him. If they knew better, they would've known to just go and not think of it.
They followed all the way to where a bunch of sleeping dragons--of many types they had never seen, like Dino, Storm, Gold and so on--were.
Then he turned, making them jump back a little. But after a bit of silence, Pumpkin Huntress managed to get out a "Thank you" Then back up to get away.
"Hey, what's the rush to get out of here? None of these dragons bite." He said.
"Don't vines usually eat those that come too close?" She, who had just gotten wings, asked. She had seen that happen.
"No, the one you're looking at isn't like the usual Vine." He said.
It didn't occur to him he wasn't the usual undead.
They trusted him, so they went up to the vine dragon--Little Merigold--and would see what would happen.
Her vines didn't react much, at first. Then one went under the hatchlings, and one went over them, as light as a blanket (unlike other Vine dragon vines) to keep them warm for the night.
They stayed due to all of it, and never went back. They might, someday, but not now.
The end.
There was many threats of Hollows Eve, or Halloween, according to some humans, night. Vampires, Undead, Neglected, Ghost dragons, and all the other scary kind of dragons haunted the night.
Two hatchlings tried to make their way into safety before these threats caught them. The pumpkin patch they lived in were now overrun by humans wanting them on this vicious night.
"Sis...Are things ever going to turn normal again?" Pumpkin Rider, her two day younger sister, asked.
"I don't know, honestly. Now that our species has been discovered, there's no telling what those humans will do, and how." Pumpkin Huntress said.
"What should we do?" Pumpkin Rider asked.
"We should find another pumpkin patch. If we find one in time, then it'll be safe until next hollows eve." Pumpkin Huntress said.
That was true. It always had worked when they did that--why wouldn't it work this time?
Many of the threats were watching the streets they now walked on. Every hollows eve, most dragons knew this was their territory. The vampires were thinking of how to make a Pumpkin Vampire dragon as they walked, walking beside them in hiding, on the other side of the streets.
Unfortunet waking dead, a strange zombie dragon indeed, was hungry, but didn't know for what. His hunger intensified when around Mystic and her other dragons, or wizards, though he rarely saw those. He knew he was whatever that possessor was, but didn't know what it was. All he knew was it had legs and wings.
His hunger felt calm here, on these streets. But he, too, knew these threats were still a threat, even though he was already dead.
Sadly, the bitter thing happened. I better start accepting it. He thought to himself. It was rather hard to accept--he knew those like him were either mindless creatures or driven insane, for whatever reason.
He didn't fit in either category.
He didn't care, either.
The Pumpkin hatchlings knew of the threats around here, and that drove them forward. The faster they went, the more likely the threats couldn't catch them, hurt them, or see them--if they haven't already, that is--or touch them. Hopefully.
That wasn't the case, however.
A vampire dragon, making his presents unnoticeable to the unknowing hatchlings, sneaked up on them, waiting for something to stop them so he could strike.
One he befriended, a girl vampire dragon, who was white, also stalked them by his side.
Two neglected dragons, as tall as the trees, like many threats that walk these streets, were also waiting for them to be stopped. They wouldn't eat them, but their evil owners might kill them if they failed to get a pumpkin hatchling or two for them.
Two undead, one insane, one mindless, both hungry, got in their path.
The hatchlings stopped, and turned to their right. The neglected dragons blocked that path.
They heard footsteps behind them--Vampire dragons were there, way to close to dream of both of them escaping.
Unfortunately, the gate, taller than anything they could possibly climb, was blocking the left path. They were trapped.
This is the end, and I failed both of us. Pumpkin Huntress thought. It was an agonizing feeling, to fail when they needed success most, and to die because of it. All they could hope is someone would get them out of this mess.
Unfortunet waking dead was hungry again, and, since he never had brains for food or practice finding the source of the smart people (Though it was, after all, only a few hours after the Halloween celebration and his death), the ones who intensified his hunger more than anything else, those that made it come extremely early, there was one here. Unfortunately, his source wasn't close, but on the roof, watching. It was a black alt with a promising amount of intelligences, as big as a dog, or maybe as big as a big dog. He was going to get one of the vampires, and make the worst mistake he'd know of.
The dragons got closer, and it was all hopeless. If the Vampires didn't bite them, if the Undead didn't eat them alive, then the neglected would grab them and bring them to their masters, the horrible evil people that have killed many and continually abuse their dragons. There was no hope.
Then, suddenly, a huge, scary, decaying, black eyes, probably mindless or insane zombie hatchling jumped over them, tackling the vampires and the neglected dragons.
The neglected were smart enough to run away from the amazingly strong zombie hatchling, but the vampires tried to bite him right then and there. He retaliated by biting them in the head. A horrible smell came out of their head, along with horrible tasting things he couldn't possibly force down his throat, came out. He did swallow (though he couldn't eat the whole brain, due to that), but he knew he'd be trying to get that unbearable taste out for how long it lasted.
The insane zombie dragon ran away, terrified.
The mindless one pounced on the hatchlings, making no hope for them, despite the help.
After barfing some of it out, he turned to the mindless grown up zombie dragon, and, in a voice only it could hear, he told it to get off, and walk away.
It did just that, and he walked away without speaking a word to those hatchlings.
Those hatchlings followed him, trying not to let him notice them. They--especially Pumpkin Huntress--wanted to thank him. If they knew better, they would've known to just go and not think of it.
They followed all the way to where a bunch of sleeping dragons--of many types they had never seen, like Dino, Storm, Gold and so on--were.
Then he turned, making them jump back a little. But after a bit of silence, Pumpkin Huntress managed to get out a "Thank you" Then back up to get away.
"Hey, what's the rush to get out of here? None of these dragons bite." He said.
"Don't vines usually eat those that come too close?" She, who had just gotten wings, asked. She had seen that happen.
"No, the one you're looking at isn't like the usual Vine." He said.
It didn't occur to him he wasn't the usual undead.
They trusted him, so they went up to the vine dragon--Little Merigold--and would see what would happen.
Her vines didn't react much, at first. Then one went under the hatchlings, and one went over them, as light as a blanket (unlike other Vine dragon vines) to keep them warm for the night.
They stayed due to all of it, and never went back. They might, someday, but not now.
The end.