Spek panted.
His mother wasn't happy. It'd been all day from sun rise to, now, sun fall. They'd been training to fly and at the beginning he had been forced off a high mountain in which the peak hung over a ocean. Thren would shove him off each time in attempt to get Spek to fly and each time he'd hit his soft stomach on the horrendously hard water from so far up. Now they were on flat ground. Dirt that dusted up each time he fell and clogged his nostrils. Her tail lashed out and whipped him once again. It left no mark as usual, thanks to armor like scales. It did however make him stumble to the ground with a weak whimper.
He was just about the size of a large rock, and scales gray with young age. His mother, green. His father was told to be black with speckles of white scales scattering his body, however, he had never gotten to see his father. He'd fled after mating with his mother and left her behind. Now, all that he though of a father was a red mey (male dragon) named Uuvon.
"Again." She sounded flat, bored just about. "We will do this a century times until you get it right."
"Isn't 46 enough Ma..." He whispered, head lowering.
"No! Never! Always strive to the wings to be better!" She hissed. He only rarely heard of the elders, or which the adults called The Wings.
Spek took this time seriously. He opened his trembling wings and squeezed his eyes shut in pain.
"Go. Now." Thren growled, into which he translated easily.
Spek flapped his wings as quick as he could, shoulders burning and legs aching as they hung limp on the ground.
He heard shuffling and opened his eyes.
Thren was walking off, and he, was flying in mid air.
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The Howling Wind
FanfictionA story of (a) dragon. This story takes place in the present with secretive creatures that forbid to show themselves. They breath. They feel. Just like us. Passions and desires fill these animal's senses. Sometimes however, they are forced to throw...
