Dragon King status · 5:20am Feb 27th, 2017
Hey everyone,
So some of you may have guessed, I suck at updates. I get complacent, distracted, and, let's not kid myself here; lazy!
Dragon King's Rebirth is what I would say is my flagship story, it's what brought a lot of people to my page and sadly I have not been faithful to keeping it going, to which I am sorry.
Does this mean it's cancelled
No. I owe this story and you all to see it finished and it will be in the next 2 to 3 chapters.
But I need to get something out of my system: The following is a potential one shot that has Flint in it. If your a fan of that character I hope you will like it, work in progress, constructive criticism please:
Chapter 1
Things Unexpected
The air was crisp, the night was black; it was perfect. I could feel every shift of wind pass through the leathery membrane of my wings as I soared high above the clouds. Every so often I bellow out a guttural roar, serving no real purpose other than watch the few awake creature below scatter for cover. It was ultimately pointless though even in the pitch of night I could see them almost better than in the day.
It was good to be king, and that I was. For nearly one hundred years now I was undisputed lord of my mountain and the lands all around it.
A rumble in my armored stomach reminds me that despite my title, I must still eat. It had been nearly a month since my last kill to stagger off satiation; a few hours since I just plain killed for the meager fun of it.
Pearing through the rocky landscape below reveals nothing much more than a mouthful here a crunchy bite there. The choices were limited, and while I wasn't particularly picky, I longed for something a bit more substantial.
As if heard from above, there, on the horizon strode the answer to my wish. It was big about half my size; easily 8 tons of meat just waiting to be ripped and consumed, and a pair of proud battle worn tusks. Few mammoths still remained in these lands, but those who stayed were hardened, and strong. Worthy of combat to the death with the mighty Dragon King.
Pulling my body into a dive I curl my wings and shoot through the sky like an arrow making straight for my next kill. The prey is already alerted to my presence as it reals about and faces me, trumpeting and pawing at the ground in anticipation.
The challenge accepted I barrel down to the ground my massive legs carrying the momentum as I barrel straight toward the fellow behemoth. It holds its ground, bracing itself in a wide stance, its tusks ready for me. I am nearly upon it when I rise up at the last moment, disorienting beast. Within a blink of an eye, I bring my head down sinking teeth first onto left side of its neck, snapping my jaws down with an audible crack.
Instead of a hoarse yelp, I am instead met with a most feminine giggle. Confused, I take a chance and open my eyes to find that the once sullen and muddy brown mammoth is now sporting a smile and a head of the most garishly pink curls.
“Hee-hee, that tickles Flint.” It chirps before giggling once more.
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All I can do is blink.
My eyes are narrowed on the current source of my ire, who looks back at me with a wide smile. She flutters her blue eyes at me before laughing a bit more like the lunatic she is.
The taste of cherry blossom shampoo fills my senses from her mane, part of which is currently being chewed on by me.
Her pink fro is then removed from my mouth with an audible spit, before I address the pony who is spooning against me in my bed. “....Pinkamena.” I say flatly, not changing my sullen expression nor taking my eyes off her.
“Mornin!” She spouts happily bouncing a bit on my bed so she can then face me. Now before you can say ‘Really? You and HER?’. Let's be clear: Not enough alcohol in the world, for that to happen.
We both stare each other down for a while, her barely contained hysteria, my barely contain lividness.
After another moment I break the silence.
“Alright, how did you get in today?”
Smiling wider, she points a hoof to the ceiling. “You left your skylight open.”
“How silly of me to keep it open those few inches.” I say dryly not even bothering to look, nor wonder how she got through it.
“Yeah, you’ll let mosquitoes in.”
“Among other pests.” I grumble before rolling out of bed onto my three hooves. My fourth limb lowers as well on instinct, however everything below the radius bone had been gone for a little more than ten years now.
After popping a few joints, my gaze returns to the pink interloper.
“Don't you think that sneaking into my place and jumping in bed with me might be a bit...I don't know, suggestive of something?” I ask, already knowing I won't like the answer.
“Why? Is something gonna happen?” She asks innocently before wiggling her eyebrows and smirking up at me.
“No.” I answer solidly.
“Then nope!” She says before developing into giggles again, until a quick yank of the sheet sends her tumbling off the bed to the other side with an audible yelp and a satisfying thunk.
Not even caring if she was okay, I move to my bathroom and shut the door; before opening it again and ushering her out, my scrub brush in her hooves and a shower cap I don't own on her head.
She pouts a bit before I close the door again. I would lock it but...what would be the point?
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I am guessing that isn't flint or it is over ten years in the futur, I have a hard time imagining Pinky being interested in such a young colt.
4437725 No it's him, just not him as a kid. Good thing to because I can't abide foalcon.
Between you and me, and anyone else who is nosey,
This will be a soft reboot, in which Flint is still reborn from the Dragon King to Cozy and Sparks, but he is about the same age as the rest of the Mane 6
I realize that this may be tropish and self serving but then I realized many of my favorite stories do that anyway.
Blank Page series.
Evergreen Heart
Finding Artemis
They all do it, soo why not? Isn't that the point of fanfiction?
If nothing else it will be a one shot to cleanse the pallet.
4437736 I know what you mean, we all have our fetish writers that we like to read there work again once in a while.
So after the one shot any thing yo got planed for flint?when the story ends i mean lime a sequel
4437745 This above is kinda it. Like I said nothing is set in stone, just need to get there.
4437749 ok still need to fully read but likeing the odea of a sequel especially if there has been no reveal of his past life to the ponyies
4437736
I'd love to read that. So many implications in it, too, for both interaction with various characters and antagonists (Gilda, Trixie, Starlight), and the friendship is magic part of it. Oh, can't forget interactions with Spike, especially commentary on the dragon migration and the stuff about the scepter.
Then again, I don't know if I can imagine Flint staying still in one location. He strikes me as the kind of being to go his own way and move around for the thrill of it, especially danger. Like, Daring Do style stuff.
Then again again, he was a dragon, and they had hordes that didn't move...
4437762 Canary my friend, you are the encouragement I needed.
Your right! Flint interacting in canon is what I want. Would spoiler, but meh. Every time I watch an episode I am always like, how would I or in some cases Flint respond. Take a group of upbeat, and optimistic female characters and stick them with a grumpy, short tempered, and apparently partially crippled male character. One of these things is not like the other.
But what would make him stay? why not get the fudge out of there. Well in a two words "he can't."
Yes. So much yes.
is Flint missing a leg?
4438367 maybe...