Yeah, nothing too exciting.
) And wanted to know if anyone wants to collab.
Preview of the Next Dragon Lord Sequel!!!! · 3:27am Jan 5th, 2019
Just to let you know, this is not the final draft or even the proper beginning. This is just to let you know that the beginning of this is something more meaningful to me on a personal level than anything else. The way Ive started this is the same way ive wanted to start a book I have been wanting to write since I was 13.
This is just a rough way to start... Think of it like a trailer for a movie.
I thank you all for making this possible and I will try to publish this more and more as it comes.
The release date is not yet set but expect it sometime in Mid January!
Soft brushing with tingles ran up and down his body. He felt, wet, warmth and a gentle hum breach his senses. His mind was a fog, not lost in dark but a gentle warmth on a soon to be bright morning.
His mouth felt dry, longing for water or nuristiment. His nose took in the smells and everything blurred with musky rock, sulfur and a familiar scent that brought him warmth in his heart. The brushing against his body continued and it felt odd, as if he was being rubbed with a giant warm wet hard towel. Great against his scales, still odd.
Then it stopped. He felt… disappointed. Why did it stop? A soft whine left him, trying to gain back that wonderful feeling back. Then he heard a soft gasp. A muffled voice spoke through his ears. “Spike?”
He knew that name. He knew that name because it was his name. The voice, was warm, just like… whatever it was that was brushing him. Warm and soft, like soft silk on a nice clear sunny day. She. That’s what that voice was, a she.
“Spike?” The voice spoke again. This time, he gave a soft whine in acknowledgement. He wanted to move, but he felt fragile and tight. As if he hasn’t moved at all.
Another gasp left her and he felt hot air blow around him. “Please… please awaken!” It was gentle, yet eager. Why did she want him to awaken? Did she need him? Was she waiting for something?
He was still stiff, binded by the tightness of his body. He struggled and moved, slowly causing limbs to awaken. A soft moan of displeasure left his nostrils. He was also sore, as if he hadn’t used his ligaments in months.
A large brushing feeling came over his body, warming him with wet warmth. “It’s alright… take your time. Just… please let me know you are trying to awaken.”
A pitiful whine left him and he tried to move his head. He twisted it softly to the left, the to the right. His claws twitched and he felt an ache in his back.
A gleeful restrained squeal left her and she whispered to him, brushing herself against him.
“Oh… my son! At last, you are coming back to us!”
To whom? His mind was foggy. Where did he go?
Finally, with a soft cry of annoyance, he moved his head and he tried to open his eyes. He felt large crustings, keeping it from fullying opening. He pawed at himself, trying to remove them but his claws missed and he sighed in annoyance. He felt the large wet warmth returned and brush along his face. He felt the wetness, albeit more sticky, as it cleared his face. It wasn’t just one brush, but several. Slowly the crusting came loose and he managed to open his eyes. As the last brush came, his vision slowly came to. First, very hazy with colors blending with a low lit area. Browns and reds along with blacks and orange filled his vision. He forcefully blinked his eyes, trying to adjust the lighting around him.
Slowly but surely, his vision slowly began to deepen with details. The warmth that filled the air was the lava pool that he was not too far from, which also explained the smell of sulfur. He was in a large cave. The smell of it was wonderful. It smelled like security, wonder, coziness and lastly… home.
His emerald eyes then looked up at the deep violet eyes before him. Moisture formed near the edges of the eyes, which sparkled with her color in the light of the fires of the cave. No fear, no awe, no negative thoughts came to him when he saw her.
On her muzzle, was a gentle smile. Something that made his heart beat with a glow. Her posture was protective, providing security to anything outside of his view, yet also showed open arms, as if she wanted him to come close to her.
A small smile touched his own muzzle and he slowly opened his mouth to speak the first time in months.
“Mo-Moth… Mother?”
Have you decided on a title?
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Not yet but it will be revealed with the new series.
Oh Spike, that not your mom.
Seriously, I'm loving this.
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I don't care about the mom!!!
I hope he can recognize Ember soon. They need each other!!! Or at least Ember needs Spike
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Don't forget there will be explanations on why
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Let's hope so!
I think this serie going to be good just by reading this sort preview of the sequel to The Dragon Lord's Consort and i like The Dragon Lord's Consort keep up the good work ;)
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Well, I'm late.
Anyway, just want to say I'm very excited for your story!
Not many stories manage to leave me this blueballed for a sequel.