First Story - Carob #4 (Inferiority) - Delivery
Author: Erethas
Challenge: Carob #4 (Inferiority)
Title: Delivery
Story: Falkens
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 455
Summary: Bandacor the gryphon is flying through a storm, embroiled in his thoughts.
Notes:I am welcoming all constructive criticism.
This is my first story here, and my first completed in a long time. It took more time than to write than I wanted, and I lost patience in end, so please forgive me. I am not entirely happy with it; I didn’t want to get in the emotional dragon lord gryphon supressiom stuff until later on in the plot. Phooie. I am rather rusty . . . . .
I haven't decided what to called the series, if it it going to be a series.
The sky was grey and brooding, the leaves and limbs of the trees below lashed by the storm winds. In the distance rain clouds loomed, dark and heavy with water. It was a very bad time to be out with the storm approaching, and the others would be all under cover. At this time he would be sheltering too but for Kesh and his corps Resting was out of the question; Kesh ran a tight schedule and would berate him for being late, and threaten him tales of the wrath of the dragon lords. At the moment, Bandacor didn’t quite care about that. All he cared about was to deliver and get rid of the blasted horse he was carrying in his claws, and was sapping his strength. Each time he beat his wings hurt his shoulders, and he was weary, and so he would coast for a long as he could, to lose elevation. Any gryphon could carry a horse for some distance, but doing it in a storm after a long day’s haul was testing the limits. Bandacor was young, but had only been among the adults for a relatively short time. He had yet to reach his full growth.
Suddenly he was thrown sideways by a sudden gust of wind, and he strained to keep level, tightening his grip on carcass. If he were to fall now, and land, he knew he would not be able to get off the ground, with his ebbing strength, and he knew he would face worse than a tirade when he would see Kesh again. Doggedly, he kept on flying in the face the storm, berating Kesh, and himself for taking his time hunting. The horse was not for himself, not even for the gryphons but for the dragon lords with their superiority. The dragons had ruled over the gryphons for centuaries beyond the memories of the clan Elders, and demanded tribute. As a result the clan was hard pressed to support them and hardly have time to take care of them selves, and so it had been for a long time, kept on the edge and suppressed. Only the younger gryphons showed any sign of resistance, but only briefly, before they forgot that in their weariness and the similarity of the days.
By the time he arrived at his small cave, it was dark and rivulets newly formed were running outside his entrance. He only just had time to eat his fill, before dreamless sleep claimed him. If all went accordingly, tomorrow would be the same.
Challenge: Carob #4 (Inferiority)
Title: Delivery
Story: Falkens
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 455
Summary: Bandacor the gryphon is flying through a storm, embroiled in his thoughts.
Notes:I am welcoming all constructive criticism.
This is my first story here, and my first completed in a long time. It took more time than to write than I wanted, and I lost patience in end, so please forgive me. I am not entirely happy with it; I didn’t want to get in the emotional dragon lord gryphon supressiom stuff until later on in the plot. Phooie. I am rather rusty . . . . .
I haven't decided what to called the series, if it it going to be a series.
The sky was grey and brooding, the leaves and limbs of the trees below lashed by the storm winds. In the distance rain clouds loomed, dark and heavy with water. It was a very bad time to be out with the storm approaching, and the others would be all under cover. At this time he would be sheltering too but for Kesh and his corps Resting was out of the question; Kesh ran a tight schedule and would berate him for being late, and threaten him tales of the wrath of the dragon lords. At the moment, Bandacor didn’t quite care about that. All he cared about was to deliver and get rid of the blasted horse he was carrying in his claws, and was sapping his strength. Each time he beat his wings hurt his shoulders, and he was weary, and so he would coast for a long as he could, to lose elevation. Any gryphon could carry a horse for some distance, but doing it in a storm after a long day’s haul was testing the limits. Bandacor was young, but had only been among the adults for a relatively short time. He had yet to reach his full growth.
Suddenly he was thrown sideways by a sudden gust of wind, and he strained to keep level, tightening his grip on carcass. If he were to fall now, and land, he knew he would not be able to get off the ground, with his ebbing strength, and he knew he would face worse than a tirade when he would see Kesh again. Doggedly, he kept on flying in the face the storm, berating Kesh, and himself for taking his time hunting. The horse was not for himself, not even for the gryphons but for the dragon lords with their superiority. The dragons had ruled over the gryphons for centuaries beyond the memories of the clan Elders, and demanded tribute. As a result the clan was hard pressed to support them and hardly have time to take care of them selves, and so it had been for a long time, kept on the edge and suppressed. Only the younger gryphons showed any sign of resistance, but only briefly, before they forgot that in their weariness and the similarity of the days.
By the time he arrived at his small cave, it was dark and rivulets newly formed were running outside his entrance. He only just had time to eat his fill, before dreamless sleep claimed him. If all went accordingly, tomorrow would be the same.