EX3-SE-Living in Memory pt.4Leaving the boys to their own devices, the dragon padded toward the gigantic blades of the fan. There, slightly dented by the impact of her body, was the blade that she had landed on earlier. For no real reason, the dragon chose that one to climb on, passing her tongue reflectively over her teeth as she stared down at the metal grating below. Much thinner than that of the boiler rooms she had passed through before, it was uncertain if the grating would hold her weight. Far below, she could only glimpse darkness and the occasional distant blue glow that indicated more of those deadly lightening bolts.It was hard to tell if she would be able
EX3-SE-Living in Memory pt.3Her spines relaxed, having inched upward in the time it took for Elias to approach. Perhaps he hadn't intended her to hear his words; that much was likely. But nonetheless, they eased long-standing, hidden fears that had always plagued her. Before, his words had spoken of her as a monster; something to be fought and destroyed like so many religions and people rallied for. Dragons were the enemy, a sign of evil, and humans and they could not coexist.Her estimation of the knight rose, the slim respect she already had for him growing."Uh " Lucid seemed as puzzled as the dragon herself was when the knight suddenly dropped to one knee bef
EX3-SE-Living in Memory pt.2A flash of metal was the first thing Razor saw. Her wings flared, powerfully stroking through the air as she backpedaled quickly, but it wasn't enough to stop her momentum. The curve of the blade's path was heading straight for her neck. Why hadn't she noticed there was a sword earlier?? There was no time to regret her mistake. Hell, there was barely time to act before she'd be a steaming dragon carcass on the fan below.Her teeth were small, but there were enough of them to stop the progress of the blade as she clamped down on it in just enough time for the edge of the platform to smash hard into her chest. Curving her body in a desperate b
EX3-SE-Living in Memory pt.1The past is one of those things that catches up to you. Some people try to forget it, some love remembering it, and others just don't care and try to think in the moment. What everyone knows, though, is that the past shapes who they are. Memories, deeds everything comes together to create a creature that is invariably unique among all others, no matter how similar the look or the genetic code. It cannot be escaped, and it cannot be run from.I wear some of my experiences across my hide like a tattoo, but those are only the bad memories. The good ones are harder to find, hidden deeper than just the wear and tear of the surface. I'd like