|My newest character, Feria. I've got another drawing of her in mind but her bottle is going to change. Like all good new characters, she's going to evolve ^^|
Escaping Dragon Hunters In this world, people are cruel to those who are misunderstood. Its a fact of life and nothing can change that fact. But we mustn't strive to destroy them because they are ignorant, rather to attempt to enlighten them to the knowledge that we do not wish to inflict harm upon them.Escaping Dragon Hunters by Echo-19
Unfortunately, they inflicted harm upon us first.
"Check the stakes! She's small but we can't have her getting away!" Called out one of the soldiers in charge of the squadron.
Silver scales with frosted blue hues covered the beautiful dragon chained and tied down to the ground in the reflecting light of the fires the camp had made. She groaned, a pitiful begging sort of noise from such a majestic creature was normally unheard of, but the chains strapped over her back and her wings were cutting into the delicate fleshy parts of the wings and they had muzzled her making it impossible to make cries to the sky begging her sibling for help.
BareI stand at the edge of the forest.
A pink and purple sun sets as cold blues illuminate the icy snow blankets.
My breath, slow, painfully inhaled and reluctantly exhaled, mists in front of my dotted vision.
I can see through the entire forest, long bare vessels of awaiting life in a hardened sea, into spaces once full of green now void.
No, not bare.
And not void.
People say that Winter is Nature's Death, and Spring is Its Birth; beautiful renewal after harsh termination.
They are wrong.
They are hypocritical.
They are Death.
We are the ones that huddle in masses, buried in sheet upon sheet of cloth, cursing the frozen season and then after finally receiving the the warmer temperatures so desperately pleaded for, we recoil from the humid muck and wish for the cool.
We are the ones that stamp out decaying leaves, dirty the vivid white of the fallen snow, and then after our handiwork call the landscape ugly.
We call Winter Death as a justification of our actions, and think ourselves right
Life is hardLife is never easy,
It is often very difficult.
Life has a path for all of us,
Though we often disagree with it.
You often struggle with obstacles along the way,
And things that knock you off of the path.
No matter what,
You pick yourself out of the dust,
Dust yourself off,
And you keep on going.
Life may be tough,
But you cannot quit.
Good things come to those who fight.