Title: A Dragons Heart
Authour: Sage Da Phreeq
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, Gundam Wing Owns me.
Catagory: AU. Fantasy. Yoai. Het. Angst. Torture. Adventure.
Description: The Dragon-Boy Wuhfeh struggles to survive in a world that has never been with him. The desert prince Quatre, Heir to the Seventh Desert Kingdom tries to make the mixed blooded boy see the Justice in the world.
Archive: You want to archive it? Shibby, just e-mail me @ the_crazy_freek@yahoo.com so I can come and visit.
Feedback: Reveiw or drop me a line @ the_crazy_freek@yahoo.com.
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The dusty air swirled through the vast expance of milling people like an erottic dancer. Sun beating down on the sea nameless, faceless people buying and selling their wares. Beasts of burden plodded slowly though the already crouded streets, the masses paering for the horses and ocational Kat. The smell of over ripe fruit lined the alleys and sidestreets, a few urchins or variouse species padded through the crowd with their never ending search for a better life. Nameless street after nameless street intesecting, twisting, turning all different, all the same.
But it is on one the corner of two of such nameless streets, we put a name to a face, a story to a name. The name we give is Wuhfeh and the face is dragonish. Violet and crimson scales fitted over his features like chain mail, suble paterens that were covered in grime. His deep black eyes shrouding any emotion other than hatred. His hair, for he indeed had hair was as dusty as his skin and twice as oily, was a deep purple making his snout or nose as it could be more acutatly be described, seem smaller than it already was. The rest of his body was more humanish, exept for a powerful tail and the sa,e violet scales that formed his face. And the wings, the great powerful sweeping wings. The entire torso showed signs of abuse, whip marks littered his back, his clawed hands and hand like feet bound together. His entire body inside a dirty cage stacked on Another dirty cage in arow of dirty cages filled with all sorts of exotic and rare animals. But this story isn't about them, it's about the dragon boy Wuhfeh.
The man that owned this creature was a faceless nameless merchant who specialized in rare and exotic animals. He had aquired Wuhfeh from a route trader, who was only too glad to get rid of that expensive and dangerous bagage. The boy was placed into the cage where he sat for over a week. Which is where our real story begins.
TBC
Authour: Sage Da Phreeq
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, Gundam Wing Owns me.
Catagory: AU. Fantasy. Yoai. Het. Angst. Torture. Adventure.
Description: The Dragon-Boy Wuhfeh struggles to survive in a world that has never been with him. The desert prince Quatre, Heir to the Seventh Desert Kingdom tries to make the mixed blooded boy see the Justice in the world.
Archive: You want to archive it? Shibby, just e-mail me @ the_crazy_freek@yahoo.com so I can come and visit.
Feedback: Reveiw or drop me a line @ the_crazy_freek@yahoo.com.
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The dusty air swirled through the vast expance of milling people like an erottic dancer. Sun beating down on the sea nameless, faceless people buying and selling their wares. Beasts of burden plodded slowly though the already crouded streets, the masses paering for the horses and ocational Kat. The smell of over ripe fruit lined the alleys and sidestreets, a few urchins or variouse species padded through the crowd with their never ending search for a better life. Nameless street after nameless street intesecting, twisting, turning all different, all the same.
But it is on one the corner of two of such nameless streets, we put a name to a face, a story to a name. The name we give is Wuhfeh and the face is dragonish. Violet and crimson scales fitted over his features like chain mail, suble paterens that were covered in grime. His deep black eyes shrouding any emotion other than hatred. His hair, for he indeed had hair was as dusty as his skin and twice as oily, was a deep purple making his snout or nose as it could be more acutatly be described, seem smaller than it already was. The rest of his body was more humanish, exept for a powerful tail and the sa,e violet scales that formed his face. And the wings, the great powerful sweeping wings. The entire torso showed signs of abuse, whip marks littered his back, his clawed hands and hand like feet bound together. His entire body inside a dirty cage stacked on Another dirty cage in arow of dirty cages filled with all sorts of exotic and rare animals. But this story isn't about them, it's about the dragon boy Wuhfeh.
The man that owned this creature was a faceless nameless merchant who specialized in rare and exotic animals. He had aquired Wuhfeh from a route trader, who was only too glad to get rid of that expensive and dangerous bagage. The boy was placed into the cage where he sat for over a week. Which is where our real story begins.
TBC