tcoD: The Silver Fang Ch 4After the fierce heat in the jungle, Seveer almost cried out with relief when they entered the cool building. The chamber was painted a sickly pale green, as if the occupants were restless and needed to be subdued. Perhaps the border guards weren't all happy about their job.Seveer led the way, padding wearily down a corridor painted the same green. THis MUST be part of the guard's quarters. Perhaps they could get some information on where they were.Right now, though, he and his companions needed to rest. Seveer could barely keep on his paws, his legs trembled.They found a room with a few scattered chairs, a coffee-maker and a comfy look
tCoD: The Silver Fang Ch 3They stayed the night in the hotel. Early next morning the five had left.Since then they had covered more kilometres than they'd ever had to face in combat school pack-hikes.At first Blaze had been happy to stretch her stiff muscles. The first hour of the journey had been tough; she'd kept stumbling on her cramped legs and having to stop. The others had been patient with her.Then she'd run happily through a stretch of knee-high grass, tasting the sweet air and snapping at bufferflies without a care in the world. She should have known it wouldn't last long. They were now back in the thick tangle of trees, and the humidity was stifling.
tCoD: The Silver Fang Ch 2Every part of Blaze hurt viciously. That was how she knew she was awake. But she didn't feel ready to open her eyes yet.She gritted her teeth. Although she hurt everywhere, Blaze was aware of something digging painfully into her chest, and she couldn't ignore it. Rolling over but not bothering to open her eyes, she grasped the offending object in her claws. It seemed to be small and smooth, tapering toward the bottom. A band clasped it near the top. She could feel small engravings etched in the band.Suddenly she remembered everything. The battles. The fire. Blaze opened one eye to look around, but quickly shut it tight when she saw where
tCoD: The Silver Fang Ch 1A wizened old dragon sat, his gaze sweeping across the display of buttons and dials spread out on the slab of stone before him.His scale covering was a dirty pale green, his eyes were dull and slitted and his claws were bent and stiff from years of the same tedious work.Around him, workers hurried back and forth, answering phones and carrying crystals, or fiddling with the controls for the elaborate pattern display on the walls of the cave, illuminated by the heat from the Forge. Others stood like nervous hatchlings in reinforced testing booths, calling up monstrous creatures from deep within the earth, and spontaneously being killed for