[Original Story] Wyvern

Synthony · Feb 14, 2011 5:42 AM

I started writing this over a year ago, but I keep losing motivation to write... But hell, since it's all about dragons, I might as well start posting it here. Maybe a little positive feedback will spur me onward, I don't know...

In a nutshell, it's all of the most exciting events in the life of Lucius Teiyu, a dragon whose parents were murdered when he was a child. He becomes very antisocial throughout his adolescence, but eventually decides to try actually living again. He falls in love, she has an abusive ex, and things just get crazier and crazier from there...

BE WARNED: It will kind of dance on the border of PG-13 in some areas, so I apologize if the sexuality, language, or violence is a little above what's acceptable here. Certain sections of the story WILL be removed from the posting on this website because they are DEFINITELY inappropriate, but I can remove those seamlessly enough you won't even know what's missing.

So without further ado, here's the prologue....

All following content, including but not limited to text and illustrations, are ©2011 Vincent Camp
Wyvern is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and entirely coincidental.

Prologue
Summer 62, 31267. Sunset.

Lucius stealthily crawled into the bushes, edging ever closer to his prey. The furry gray animal continued to absentmindedly chew on the foliage as Lucius readied himself to pounce. So far, so good. It was completely oblivious. He carefully adjusted his position, but accidentally snapped a twig. His meal-to-be looked up, its nose twitching and ears perked up. Great. Now it was suspicious. Lucius decided it was now or never.
He lunged at the mammal as quickly as he could – but the creature leapt out of the way before Lucius could correct his angle.
“Dang it! Not another one!” Lucius let out an exasperated sigh as the wild rabbit bounded off into the forest.

Lucius Teiyu was a fifty-six-year-old wyvern living in the thick forests of Secéd. He was still, much to his annoyance, a child, about two decades prepubescent. He looked at his orange and yellow wings expectantly, willing them to hasten their development so he could fly already. Disappointed, he turned to glance at the sun, which was now retreating behind the trees on the western horizon. He would have to return home for the night and practice hunting again tomorrow.
He folded his wings to his sides before letting his shoulders slump, then sighed and turned northward to trudge through the thick undergrowth of the forest he’d grown up in. He traversed the labyrinthine woods with ease, familiar due to his only hobby: He had explored a radius of about three miles in every direction from his home nearly every day since he was thirty. It wasn’t long before he arrived at his cave.
Dad’s cave, he silently reminded himself. His father, Vincent, could be touchy about his authority at times. It was best to convince oneself that he was the king of the world if one wanted to get along with Vincent Teiyu. Only Lucius’ mother, Isabelle, seemed able to humble him. But then, females were like that. Lucius couldn’t understand how any self-respecting male, especially one as fatheaded as his father, could allow himself to coexist with females. They were just so weird.
He sulked up the threshold and through the mouth of the cave. It took him a moment to register that something was subtly off. Soon it clicked that Lucius didn’t smell anything. His mother would normally have been preparing dinner right now. Odd.
He continued through the cave, sparing little thought for the all-too-familiar rooms as he passed by them. Knowing something had to be up, he dismissed the temptation to enter his own room and instead targeted his parents’ bedroom, three doors down the granite hallway. Surely they would tell their only child why his supper wasn’t ready for him yet? They couldn’t possibly have convinced themselves that he would capture anything on his hunting expedition; it was common knowledge around here that Lucius Teiyu couldn’t catch a simple rabbit if his life depended on it.
As he neared the shale slab his parents used as a door, he heard low voices arguing, two of them not at all familiar.
“You brought this on yourself, Vincent.” The voice sounded like that of a male, about his father’s age. It was silky smooth and cunning – not to be trusted.
“Please! No! I didn’t know! I –”
“Shut up, Teiyu!” This voice was rougher, but sounded like its owner was considerably younger than the other.
“What did we do to deserve this?” Lucius’ mother cried, sounding outright terrified.
“Your mate witnessed something no civilian was meant to see. He knows too much,” the first voice replied coldly.
Lucius carefully displaced the door, just enough so that he could peek in with a single eye. His father, a middle-aged red wyvern, lay on the ground, his wing protectively draped over the shivering yellow mass that was Isabelle Teiyu. Lucius’ mother was cowering below the two visitors: One an aging dark gray feral dragon, the other a relatively young black wyvern. Lucius noted a few odd features of the feral. Scaly bits of skin formed sheaths over four of his upper fangs, and his horns had a shape unlike any he’d seen before: Tucked beneath the long shafts of his primary horns were two smaller spires, which appeared to be fused to the larger horns on one side. They looked considerably more dangerous than normal, single horns.
Vincent looked pleadingly at the strangers. “Please! I haven’t told anyone what I saw that day, I swear! I never will! Just don’t hurt my family!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Family?” the black wyvern queried, raising the crest over one of his eyes in a skeptical expression. “That word would imply that you and your mate aren’t alone,” he sneered.
The older feral lowered onto all fours, his face now inches away from Vincent’s. “Are you hiding something from us, Teiyu?” he asked quietly.
Lucius shifted nervously, praying that these dragons would not think to look at the door. His parents remained silent.
The feral tsked a few times, and then turned to his partner. “Perhaps a strike at his heart will loosen our friend’s tongue, don’t you think?” He looked pointedly at Isabelle, who cringed under his gaze. The black wyvern, who Lucius realized had been wearing swords on his wings the whole time, swung his left wing downward at his mother’s neck. She flinched away, but the quick slice of the blade cleaved her snout off as smoothly as a warm knife through butter. Lucius gasped while his father screamed in agony. He quickly shuffled away from the cracked doorway, sitting up against a wall as he tried not to cry.
As Lucius tried to breathe evenly, the smooth voice whispered, “Now, don’t lie to me. Who else resi–” He paused mid-word, listening intently. Lucius tried to hold his breath, but the feral waited too long, and he hiccupped.
“LUCIUS! RUN! NO – ack!” His father’s urgent cry was cut short with a sickening wet noise, and Lucius immediately got up and ran for the mouth of the cave. Behind him, the two murderers smashed aside the makeshift door and burst out into the hallway. During his blind run, he heard the wyvern yell, “Over there! It’s a kid!”
“Go get him, dolt!” the feral barked. Lucius ran even faster, now screaming as the necessity for silence had become moot. He opened his eyes at last when he felt the cool tickle of grass beneath his feet.
He was now in the forest, weaving desperately through the trees while the wyvern clumsily pursued him, unable to fly in the claustrophobic woods. Lucius barely registered the scenery as he fled. Soon he was beyond the perimeter he’d explored in the past, and he was both shocked and relieved to see that he still fared better than his pursuer, despite now being unfamiliar with the area.
He juked around a large fir tree swiftly, and then stumbled; a pine needle had become lodged in his foot, and he’d just acknowledged the pain. He hopped forward desperately on his left foot, but soon lost his balance and fell face-first toward the ground. As he made contact, the muddy earth gave way below him, and Lucius toppled into a hollow room underground. He looked up at the small hole he had made, just in time to see his attacker leap over it, yelling, “Where’d ya go, ya little *bleep*?!”

RedDragonX · Feb 14, 2011 5:47 AM

Just so you know, we do have a fanfiction section on the forum, and that's where this is best suited. I will move it there for you, but if you want to post it on this site then you'll need to keep it toned down to a PG rating at least, we don't support any explicit material on this board.

That's why fanfiction.com was created anyways.

#1 Feb 14, 2011 5:42 AM

[Original Story] Wyvern

#2 Feb 14, 2011 5:47 AM

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