Deep in the forests of a land we know as Tammabakku, creatures of all sorts thrived. The anthros hunted freely and happily. Then, suddenly, the dragons came from nowhere known. They came all at once, flooding the forest, murdering innocent anthros for sport, hunting all their good food, taking all their good medicines. Suddenly, the whole anthro population in the forest was wiped out, accept for the Snow Leopards, who managed to scrimmage enough food to survive the powerful dragons. The dragons ruled them, aware of them. The dragons ruled the forest. Slowly, all the anthros could rebuild their population. The birds and wolves, and most importantly, the Snow Leopards, had their empires back. But they where the same size, it was so hard to survive. To make the survival harder, they where dying off from teasing and abuse from their all and mighty rulers, starvation, depression, and palatalization. I know, that's an amazing feat to achieve. But it wasn't a plague, it was something unknown. But, along with the palatalization fears, the Choosing was happening soon. That was when they would choose dragon testers. They would be used for medical purpouses, like lab rats, or exercise for the weak to see if their work outs would "work out", and so on so forth. You would sign up and if you where chosen...
...good luck
Waifayr was your every day assasin, ranging in tail wounds to powerful wing slashes. She was a tall, slim hybrid dragon. Everyone called her species a "blizzard". It was a mix between the powerful ice and snow powers of Ice Dragons, and the wind and speed of Wind Dragons, to create a blizzard. I, in the world, was alone. I lived in a spare room in the north wing of a huge ice palace atop of a tall, isolated cliff. I practically owned the north wing, because it was so high in the clouds normal dragons would die of lack of oxygen, or fear of heights. The ice dragons lung capacity isn't as big as a wing dragons, witch theirs is particularly huge due to their long and high pursuits higher than the clouds Waifayr could ever dream of touching. The north wing was small, tiny corridors and only five rooms, enough for a young 18 year old Waifayr was to make a "home". She used the master bedroom as her private living room, with beautiful green satin couches with sky blue pillows, and a large window overlooking the beautiful green forests of the Earth Dragons. She had a large TV with a bunch of game systems, and expensive little tokens here and there. A golden dragon with encrusted jewels laid across a coffee table - in which the particular coffee table was made of pure diamond fresh from the Fire Dragon mines -; a beautiful plaque with ancient writing, and her favorite, the scale of a true dragon. Those where dragons in human storybooks, long with wings and long snouts, those where ever-so rare and everyone who had one cherished it, and of course I did too. I'd never really entered my living room, and that's why it is so neat. Otherwise I'm a mess. My desk area is a bunch of papers, charts, drawings, and some shelves with academic trophies scattered everywhere, and many computers and other devices. I was a hard working girl for my age. And all the other rooms where my art studio, kitchen, and the bedroom. That room was a disaster. But coping with it was the best, because I kept my bed in the best shape. Safe from raids of uprising anthros. The anthros we ruled.
But a question I pondered still buzzed in my head: "How did I get in this castle?"
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