(Somebody who posted a review for a DH poem I wrote wondering if I could write a story with a female dragon in it. It's been at least a year since they've asked, but, eh, here it is. P.S. If the Latin title is wrong, please tell me! I just started Latin I this year, so my Latin's not too good.)
Even as we look upon the brightest star of the constellation Draco and remember the heroic deeds of Bowen and Draco, few know what was before then...
Draco flapped his wings as the air rushed past him. As it stands, the sensation of flying is something we will never have. The stars shined in the heavens and Draco felt he could just reach out and touch them if he wanted. A low growling sound came from below Draco. Draco dipped down, trying to get a better look. It was a dragon, just a bit smaller than he was. She was injured.
"Hold still." Draco rumbled as he landed beside the female dragon. She had a piece of lance stuck in one of her wings and she had other various scratches about her. But one deep wound on her shoulder drew Draco's eye.
"Oh..." He shook his head, not sure what to do exactly. The female dragon lay as still as the earth, waiting. "Hold still." Draco repeated just for the sake of saying something. He felt uncomfortable under the dragon's stare.
"I am holding still."
"I know."
"Then why did you ask me to?" Draco gingerly took hold of the spear in the dragon's wing.
"What is your name?"
"I'm Landraka... oww!" Draco wrenched the spear out of Landraka's wing.
"Sorry."
Landraka finally looked down, avoiding Draco's eyes.
"It's ok, really."
Draco observed the series of white marks going up and down her whole body again. Snapping out of his trance, Draco tossed the spear away and it clattered to the ground about thirty feet away. He tried to meet Landraka's wandering gaze, wondering why she suddenly became so submissive. Finally gathering up the courage, he asked:
"How did this happen?"
"Dragonslayers. Why they must... I don't know."
Draco nodded knowingly.
Dragonslayers had a multitude of 'reasons' to kill and injure dragons: they pilfer villages (just in their own minds), they hoard treasures (what would a dragon do with gold?), and, of course, their lords pay the dragonslayers for slaying dragons as part of the disillusions mentioned former.
"Don't worry, Landraka." He said reassuringly, "I won't let them hurt you again."
Draco made the promise without giving a thought.
Even as we look upon the brightest star of the constellation Draco and remember the heroic deeds of Bowen and Draco, few know what was before then...
Draco flapped his wings as the air rushed past him. As it stands, the sensation of flying is something we will never have. The stars shined in the heavens and Draco felt he could just reach out and touch them if he wanted. A low growling sound came from below Draco. Draco dipped down, trying to get a better look. It was a dragon, just a bit smaller than he was. She was injured.
"Hold still." Draco rumbled as he landed beside the female dragon. She had a piece of lance stuck in one of her wings and she had other various scratches about her. But one deep wound on her shoulder drew Draco's eye.
"Oh..." He shook his head, not sure what to do exactly. The female dragon lay as still as the earth, waiting. "Hold still." Draco repeated just for the sake of saying something. He felt uncomfortable under the dragon's stare.
"I am holding still."
"I know."
"Then why did you ask me to?" Draco gingerly took hold of the spear in the dragon's wing.
"What is your name?"
"I'm Landraka... oww!" Draco wrenched the spear out of Landraka's wing.
"Sorry."
Landraka finally looked down, avoiding Draco's eyes.
"It's ok, really."
Draco observed the series of white marks going up and down her whole body again. Snapping out of his trance, Draco tossed the spear away and it clattered to the ground about thirty feet away. He tried to meet Landraka's wandering gaze, wondering why she suddenly became so submissive. Finally gathering up the courage, he asked:
"How did this happen?"
"Dragonslayers. Why they must... I don't know."
Draco nodded knowingly.
Dragonslayers had a multitude of 'reasons' to kill and injure dragons: they pilfer villages (just in their own minds), they hoard treasures (what would a dragon do with gold?), and, of course, their lords pay the dragonslayers for slaying dragons as part of the disillusions mentioned former.
"Don't worry, Landraka." He said reassuringly, "I won't let them hurt you again."
Draco made the promise without giving a thought.