Therra

small dragon with a big heart

88x31 image which says "They so small! Wow! Look! Pet them!" with an arrow pointed at a tiny Me in the corner (thank you @LiahZagarl for the 88x31)
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For whom weeps the storm
Her tears on our skin
The days of our years gone
Our souls soaked in sin
These memories ache with the weight of tomorrow
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Who fights?
Who flies?
Who falls?
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Stand tall my friend
May all of the dark lost inside you find light again
In time tumbling, turning we seek amends
Eternal winds to the land descend
Our journey will never end
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From those who've fallen to those who arise
A prayer to keep us ever by your side
An undying promise that we just might
Carry on in a song
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Pray don't forget us, your bygone kin
With one world's end does a new begin
And should our soul scatter onto the wind
Still we shall live on
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Stand tall my friend
May all of the dark deep inside you find light again
This time, tumbling, turning we make amends
Eternal winds from the land ascend
Here to lift us that we won't end


lorenziniforce
@lorenziniforce

a girl finds a warren of strange little lizard like creatures in the hills outside of her village; she befriends them, finding their chaotic little presences and antics refreshing and calming, a welcome respite from the disappointed glares and cold words in her home. They really seem to like her, the little ones; yet when other humans pass, they scamper away and hide. The little ones are clever, crafty, and remarkably warm-hearted; with time, she learns to facilitate a modicum of communication, and begins to catch the gist of their yips and yaps.


She grows quite attached to the little ones indeed; and one chilly winter night, she journeys to their little cave, to check on them, only to find them freezing in the cold. The home she had left was warm in flame, but cold in spirit; the sight of the little ones shivering torched a pain within her heart.

She kneels down, opens her arms, lets them huddle around her for warmth. These wonderful beings... They deserve better. They deserve warmth and comfort and protection.

And with a gentle smile, the warmth emanating from her only grows. From weak body heat to the comforting warmth of a roaring inner flame; she closes her eyes, feels the magic roiling through her, released from a locked away place deep within her soul. A potentiality, a part of her, a hidden strength. A tear falls from an eye, a pupil changing shape, a growing golden glow in her iris. A tear of happiness and relief.

And then, she blossoms. Great scaled wings, unfurling like petals. Flame flaring, filling her with comforting strength. Her body changing, reshaping, to something so much more right. So much more suited to a guardian, a protector, a noble beast.

She lays down, free at last, and drapes those wings over by her sides. The little ones scamper and scuttle to their comforting warmth.

She thinks about that cold house with the warm fire.

It doesn't remotely compare to the warmth she's found in her own new grown scales - and in her wonderful little charges.


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