LayDeDeadpool
Tasty Hero
I'm particularly proud of this
I made this avatar and decided to make a story about it... then it escalated XD
It was actually pretty fun!
I started this this morning and finished not to long ago (I'm at work too XD)
I'm not a story writer, nor do I read any books of this sort sooo forgive any bad wording or grammar or even the plot lol
The legendary Fafnir has created a miracle!
After 486 days of incubation, her egg has finally hatched in a little burst of flame.
The little one rolls out of the egg and is floored by the new world around him.
He scurries backwards against his mother in a panic.
She puts her wing over him and waits for him to calm down.
As this is not a day for fear but for joy!
Time passes and the beautiful family of two are on the usual route to find food.
During this bright day, a large shadow looms over the two.
The whelp thinks nothing of it and continues with his shenanigans.
Mother Fafnir on the other hand, stares up at the sky.
The little whelp trips and falls over a 5 inch step and cries out.
Mother Fafnir turns her gaze at the pathetic little whelp as he cries over a tiny scrape.
In a flash of blue light, she feels a large force push her over.
She quickly reaches out her claw to the side of a cliff, to prevent falling on her little one.
Frantically, she looks to the skies, in all directions.
Breathing heavily, she turns and hovers over her whelp, shielding him.
Her breath; usually light and frosty; was now heavy and so cold, it could burn.
Scanning the canopy she braces herself for another ambush.
Slowly moving deeper into the forest, she's on full alert.
She stays hidden, concerned for the safety of her whelp.
Listening for any signs of danger the adrenaline causes her to not notice the gash she received from the attack.
The gashes look as if they were made by a bird.
She stands on guard for hours, waiting.
Night falls and silence sweeps the forest canopy.
Convinced the danger has passed, she calms down and checks on her whelp.
It fell asleep during all the commotion. ._.
Bearing the wounds of the attack, she breaths a frosty sigh of relief as her whelp sleeps soundly and peacefully.
Thinking that it's far too dangerous to have her little on in the open, she spots a cave nearby.
As the years pass in the safe cave she found long before.
She watches over her playful little whelp as he chases droplets from the stalactites above.
Seems to be his favorite pass time; not much else to do in a cave.
The whelp grew and grew; as did the little one's curiosity of the world beyond the cave.
Mother Fafnir has always brought food to the cave.
Always cautious when leaving and entering.
One evening, in the middle of the night, the little whelp slipped passed mother and left the cave.
Wandering the forest in awe and amazement at everything new, yet familiar to him.
He did not even notice the cave fading into the night
A large shadow startles him and causes him to fall into a bush.
The bush explodes into a magical cloud of fireflies
Entranced by the flying lights, the little whelp follows them up the tree
He excitedly claws his way up the bark; using his wings only for balance.
High up on the canopy, the whelp happily chases the floating lights.
Near the top of the tree the fireflies quickly disperse
The little whelp sits on a branch and watches them fly away, as happy as can be
Suddenly, a large gust of wind, blows the remaining fireflies away.
The startled whelp closes it's eyes and clings to the branch, almost getting blown away with the flies.
He opens his eyes at a large Azure Roc flying above him.
The Roc spots the small whelp and flies into the tree.
Frantically, the panicking whelp slips and tumbles his way toward the center of the tree.
As a line of defense, the whelp spits out little fireballs at the fierce-some Roc.
The Roc lands on a branch and brushes off the little sparks flying toward him.
Terrified, the little whelp backs up as far as he can and curls up, shaking.
The large Roc locks his gaze on the tiny morsel.
He expands his wings, his large plumes blocks out any light from entering the canopy.
The cold azure eyes of the Roc are the only things visible in the darkness, he throws his head back and screeches to the skies.
Startled by the thundering screech, the shivering whelp closes it's eyes and cries out.
I made this avatar and decided to make a story about it... then it escalated XD
It was actually pretty fun!
I started this this morning and finished not to long ago (I'm at work too XD)
I'm not a story writer, nor do I read any books of this sort sooo forgive any bad wording or grammar or even the plot lol
The legendary Fafnir has created a miracle!
After 486 days of incubation, her egg has finally hatched in a little burst of flame.
The little one rolls out of the egg and is floored by the new world around him.
He scurries backwards against his mother in a panic.
She puts her wing over him and waits for him to calm down.
As this is not a day for fear but for joy!
Time passes and the beautiful family of two are on the usual route to find food.
During this bright day, a large shadow looms over the two.
The whelp thinks nothing of it and continues with his shenanigans.
Mother Fafnir on the other hand, stares up at the sky.
The little whelp trips and falls over a 5 inch step and cries out.
Mother Fafnir turns her gaze at the pathetic little whelp as he cries over a tiny scrape.
In a flash of blue light, she feels a large force push her over.
She quickly reaches out her claw to the side of a cliff, to prevent falling on her little one.
Frantically, she looks to the skies, in all directions.
Breathing heavily, she turns and hovers over her whelp, shielding him.
Her breath; usually light and frosty; was now heavy and so cold, it could burn.
Scanning the canopy she braces herself for another ambush.
Slowly moving deeper into the forest, she's on full alert.
She stays hidden, concerned for the safety of her whelp.
Listening for any signs of danger the adrenaline causes her to not notice the gash she received from the attack.
The gashes look as if they were made by a bird.
She stands on guard for hours, waiting.
Night falls and silence sweeps the forest canopy.
Convinced the danger has passed, she calms down and checks on her whelp.
It fell asleep during all the commotion. ._.
Bearing the wounds of the attack, she breaths a frosty sigh of relief as her whelp sleeps soundly and peacefully.
Thinking that it's far too dangerous to have her little on in the open, she spots a cave nearby.
As the years pass in the safe cave she found long before.
She watches over her playful little whelp as he chases droplets from the stalactites above.
Seems to be his favorite pass time; not much else to do in a cave.
The whelp grew and grew; as did the little one's curiosity of the world beyond the cave.
Mother Fafnir has always brought food to the cave.
Always cautious when leaving and entering.
One evening, in the middle of the night, the little whelp slipped passed mother and left the cave.
Wandering the forest in awe and amazement at everything new, yet familiar to him.
He did not even notice the cave fading into the night
A large shadow startles him and causes him to fall into a bush.
The bush explodes into a magical cloud of fireflies
Entranced by the flying lights, the little whelp follows them up the tree
He excitedly claws his way up the bark; using his wings only for balance.
High up on the canopy, the whelp happily chases the floating lights.
Near the top of the tree the fireflies quickly disperse
The little whelp sits on a branch and watches them fly away, as happy as can be
Suddenly, a large gust of wind, blows the remaining fireflies away.
The startled whelp closes it's eyes and clings to the branch, almost getting blown away with the flies.
He opens his eyes at a large Azure Roc flying above him.
The Roc spots the small whelp and flies into the tree.
Frantically, the panicking whelp slips and tumbles his way toward the center of the tree.
As a line of defense, the whelp spits out little fireballs at the fierce-some Roc.
The Roc lands on a branch and brushes off the little sparks flying toward him.
Terrified, the little whelp backs up as far as he can and curls up, shaking.
The large Roc locks his gaze on the tiny morsel.
He expands his wings, his large plumes blocks out any light from entering the canopy.
The cold azure eyes of the Roc are the only things visible in the darkness, he throws his head back and screeches to the skies.
Startled by the thundering screech, the shivering whelp closes it's eyes and cries out.
TO BE CONTINUED ....
