Clementine
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 7, 2011
- Location
- The Universe
The kingdom of dragons was separated from the human realm by a huge stretch of trees known as the Dark Forest. Inside the forest, creatures of dark and horrible natures lurked there in the dark, deterring most humans from crossing through. Of course, there were other ways between each realm, and if you were a human, you were left only with the choices of traveling along the coast or, riding a dragon itself to the neighboring. Of course, riding dragonback was leagues easier than the other option, however, find a dragon to cater to a human was few and far between. Unless it was for a special reason.
Apparently betrothals fell under "special reasons," for the two royal, human whelps were being transported under heavy dragon guard to the mountain home of the dragon king.
Eamon, in his full dragon glory, growled lowly to himself as he thought again about the wretched marriage his father had agreed to between the humans. "It was for the greater", his father had said, "for the best between both worlds." Eamon snorted as he resumed his pacing in the throne room, muttering angrily to himself every once in a while.
"You're going to wear a hole in the floor, dear brother of mine," Ailbhe called from his spot on the dais. In his human form, he lay nude in a pile of soft pillows, reading one of his many books. For all the world, it didn't seem he cared about being married to a human. Hell, Ailbhe didn't care for much at all except his books.
"You shut up!" Eamon snapped, turning to glare at his brother. He opened his jaws to tell his brother right where he could stuff his words, but was interrupted by a fanfare of roars and a voice calling out the arrival of the human royals.
Oh, how the gods must hate him, Eamon thought to himself, poised to reluctantly greet the newcomers.
Apparently betrothals fell under "special reasons," for the two royal, human whelps were being transported under heavy dragon guard to the mountain home of the dragon king.
Eamon, in his full dragon glory, growled lowly to himself as he thought again about the wretched marriage his father had agreed to between the humans. "It was for the greater", his father had said, "for the best between both worlds." Eamon snorted as he resumed his pacing in the throne room, muttering angrily to himself every once in a while.
"You're going to wear a hole in the floor, dear brother of mine," Ailbhe called from his spot on the dais. In his human form, he lay nude in a pile of soft pillows, reading one of his many books. For all the world, it didn't seem he cared about being married to a human. Hell, Ailbhe didn't care for much at all except his books.
"You shut up!" Eamon snapped, turning to glare at his brother. He opened his jaws to tell his brother right where he could stuff his words, but was interrupted by a fanfare of roars and a voice calling out the arrival of the human royals.
Oh, how the gods must hate him, Eamon thought to himself, poised to reluctantly greet the newcomers.