A Dragon and a Fire Angel Turn up in a Bar ~ D’l Kyrug

The Silver dragon says
“And so fair fire-angel
what has happened to your wings?”

“They got stuck in the gates
whilst I was trying to escape the forbidden gardens of desire”

“Hon, that has got to hurt
Not unlike the time I got my tail caught
in the tilt-o-whirl of love”

Nodding agreement the fire angel remains silent
swimming deep currents of memory in her thoughts

The Silver Dragon stamps his foot
shouts, “The Service in this place leaves a lot to be desired
Can”t a dragon get a drink in this dump?”

The fire angel turns towards him, eyes lowered
and hands him a silver mug with potent red wine
He looks confused but takes the proffered cup with appropriate reverence
and mumbles something in dragon
“You are One So Rare
most hallowed and revered. . .
When did you start tending bar?”

But out loud he says
“Thank you m”Lady
and may the day of your healing be hastened”
then he breaths fire across the beverage
The vapors spill over
Cause a fog to rise around all the patrons of the place
Most don’t seem to care
and the rest are smart enough to know better

He drinks deep
as only dragons are prone drink

T’alcydon – Teacher of Metamorphs

T’alcydon is a very clever . . .
Well he’s a dragon at the moment
In this particular pocket ‘verse called Easalin
T’alcydon can be a very clever teacher
a very clever Rukesayer

Mentor/tormentor
of the young Metamorphs
the young Tyros
He has walked the Seven pathways
Has Spoken the one True Tongue
Has known the whip of Light
and the Ice of Darkness

T’alcydon knows
That not all actors are metamorphs
But all metamorphs are actors
Knows that the problem of the metamorph
Is that you never really know
your own True nature
Never really know
if you’re faking
He Knows
That young metamorphs
are the most dangerous

He knows this
And loves them . . .
every one

The Incident on Exu-Hector ~ Nuxy & Chyfrin

Molomites were bred for pain
by a warring faction of the NeoTarpels
Hideous swarms of ferocious bits of animate matter

None will admit to their creation
but bonded dragon/human teams were often retained
on the third world of the twin star, Exu-Hector
to remove outbreaks of the weapon

The cleansing fire of the dragon
the insidious wit of their bonded human
and the warrior reflexes of both
scoured the hills and glens eradicating the scourge

Nuxy and Chyfrin
uninjured but exhausted
had decided to convalescence on-world for a few days

On a summer’s night
on a world where the skies were seldom dark enough for stars
they walked by a river

Nuxy asked questions about human poetry
Chyfrin poured forth extemporaneous verse
attempting to appear far more gifted
than he truly was

A sudden whip-crack behind them
Chyfrin was rolling forward with a fledgling on his back
His shoulder leathers fending the claws
and the armor plate turning the crushing grip
In milliseconds he danced the fight dance
using a talon
instead of his more deadly weapons

The attack would have killed a human in an instant
but her partner was holding his own
Nuxy watched
fascinated by the way that humans
were so rigid in movement
and yet so flexible

Able to contain herself no longer
She flowed the way darkness comes when the light goes out
Over, under, around and on top of the fledgling
in a terrifying dance of titanium scale and muscle

Chyfrin restrained her in the kill moment
saving the young one’s life
In her rage
she nearly struck her partner

In the Chamber of Elders
Lyamiss, a Recon Class dragon was forced to admit
that he had spent a time filling the fledgling with distrust for Chyfrin
and all humans
That Lyamiss had sent the fledgling
to injure or kill the human

Nuxy climbed the Arch of Aheem and screeched
“Why?
Lyamiss, why have you disgraced yourself
and my family in this manner?”

Three time she admonished him
The Recon hissed and danced the shadow slide

Nuxi dropped to the floor in full attack posture
“Elders, I claim the right of dispensing this. . .”
“Nuxi
We of the Chamber conclude that the human must have a say
in these proceedings”

Lyamiss screeched
“Humans! Speaking in the Chamber. . .”
The Master of Arms restrained Lyamiss
in a most embarrassing fashion

“Chyfrin
It is understood that you showed restraint when attacked. . .
Is this fact?”

“Yes, High Ones”

“And why is this?”

“I would never kill
if hurting would suffice”

“You have shown a warrior’s heart and earned a right to speak
What say you, human?”

“Lyamiss. . .
Why did you send this young one?”

“She
Nuxy was to be my nest-mate
She was to be my sky and moon
She is all. . .
She. . .”

The Chamber was silent

It Was Enough ~ Nuxy & Chyfrin

On the Ninth-night
Nuxy and Chyfrin had held three Guardian Class dragons
and seven Gold Level Human wizards at bay in the arena

Chyfrin was pleased
Their status had advanced
And soon they would be given missions. . .

She curled around her Favorite oak
And watched the winter sun descend on crimson robes
He crunched across the snow to stand beside her
His spirit was restless
But he said nothing . . .
He turned to watch the sunset with her
and for the moment it was enough

A Moment’s Reflection ~ Nuxy & Chyfrin

She should be relaxed and quiet of soul

Their last mission had been fraught with nimble foe
and dangerous gambits. . . most satisfying
Many of her folk sang the song of Nuxy and her human

And yet . . . despite all their accomplishments
Here on the water world of ChenStrae
Under a sky the color of poetry
Looking across a Sea untroubled by Winds . . .
Chyfrin was of an unquiet spirit
And she often felt it. . .
In his movements and manners
So abrupt. . .

And she felt a strange . . . how to say?
There was something that gnawed her bones
In the dark of night
Gnawed her bones . . .
and defied her attempts to quiet it

And it grew worse whenever she saw him in the mornings
Whenever his eyes caught the light
Whenever his rich scent filled her mind . . .
There was . . . a craving?
There was a something . . .
And she didn’t like it

She didn’t like the way she wanted his verses
The way she looked forward to his return
whenever he was absent
The way his hand felt behind her ear . . .
She especially did not like that

And he was acting . . . strange
His eyes often watched her
even when she was invisible
His heartbeat would spike when first he saw her
His parna would fluctuate with no apparent cause . . .
And he was . . .
Well he was often cranky . . .
And the way he was starting to smell . . . delicious
She did not like that

And she would often lose her train of thought
Living in a nonlinear fashion
Recounting their exploits in the past
And her outrageous speculations of their future
She especially did not like that

Nuxy in Moonlight ~ Chyfrin the Wizard, Nuxy the Dragon

Nuxy in Moonlight

Opalescent scales in shades of night-sky
she stands on the lip of the cliff
under an argent moon the size of a planet
lending a light . . .
painting the valley below in a pale pewter hue

I stand silent under a foreign sky
where colored stars sit like jewels
on fields of black velvet

She turns
her eyes flash in the wane light
Turns further to look across the valley
I swear a ghost smile plays across her aspect
the way she moves under the Arch of Ever

I shiver
Not from the cold

The wind courses up from the valley
She lifts a slender claw
Opens her claw allowing the wind through her talons

I watch as she plays the wind like a pet
but she does not restrain it
it runs free to re-join again the ocean of sky

She leans back
her eyes are filled with the estuary
the infinite sea above the world
turning and intertwining
ebbing and flowing

I feel the undulating wind of her thoughts
brush past my ear
past my eye

she reaches. . .

The Will of the Elders ~ Chyfrin the Wizard, Nuxy the Dragon

“Demashoul
a Guardian Class warrior asks admittance”

Nuxy leaped to full awareness posture
much to the damage and disarray of her playthings
“I know of no Demashoul Guardian Class
and I would that you pass my entryway
on the way to your business”
(A standard
if somewhat ill mannered response)

“Tyro Nuxy
I come on business of the Elders
and ask again that I be admitted. . .”

She stepped into the daylight
and coiled in one of the nooks beside the entrance
“Speak”

He withdrew the accustomed distance
and presented the most perfect dragon bow Nuxy had ever witnessed
“T’is thought wise by the Elders
that you might consider to an Accompaniment
upon completion of your Baccalaureate
on the next Full of the Lesser Moon”

She twisted and twined
as her kind are prone to do when perplexed
or frustrated
“Who among the Elders would presume such?”

“All of them”

“Am I summoned?”

“Nye and Neither
but if by chance you might be in the prox of the Chamber. . .”

“And when would such a meander be most welcomed?”

“A seventh-night might. . .”

“I am nothing but a merit-less tyro. . .”

“The Elders have discussed your merits and talents
and allowed me to attend.
Tyro Nuxy you are held in the highest regard”

The silence stretched for twenty-four heartbeats

“Demashoul
I ask that you might mention to the Elders
that it would please me greatly
if they might allow me to the Chamber on seventh-night”

With a speed that betrayed his size
Demashoul was gone

Nuxy trembled for several hours