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The Origins of Dragon MythologyThe Origins of Dragon MythologyThe Origins of Dragon Mythology by theLacertakiin
Dragons are fantastical beasts that appear in almost all cultures around the world. Dragons are symbols of man’s hatred and greed as we known as the dangerous reptiles that hoard gold. As for western dragons which I will be speaking of exclusively in this essay they are typically large, lizard-like in appearance, have leathery bat-like wings, and breathe fire. Since Dragon can literally apply to any mythological animal that is slightly reptilian, we will talk about your traditional western wyrm. But how did the dragon of western culture come to be this way, what were their origins and inspirations? In this essay I will discuss the evolution of Dragon mythology in western culture. I do not claim to have any credentials on this topic, I am not a historian or any type authority on this topic I’m just espousing what I believe to be a theory on what I believe to be how dragons arouse in European culture an
The Legend in the PyreneesThe Legend in the Pyrenees by Everlasting90
There once lived a happy boy but tragedy struck his family. Tragedy soon turned his family against him so he left. He fled far into the vast mountains, leaving the past behind. Now he stays, hidden in the midst of perennial nature. Although he is not alone, he yearns for a companion of his own.
Many places in the world have their own legends and myths but there is one legend that has spread throughout the Pyrenees. In the forest lies something mysterious. Magical. Dark. It waits to be discovered.
La liberté réside dans la vérité (Freedom lies in the truth).
The Most Interesting GameLuke couldn’t banish the nagging fear from the surface of his mind. He spoke in a hushed voice, trying to sound casual, curious. “Do they bite?” he said.The Most Interesting Game by Leonca
Owen stopped and turned to look down over his shoulder. His eyes glowed yellow and he flashed a toothy grin. “Stop asking pup questions,” he said. “If it has a mouth, it can bite. And believe me, you don’t want to get nailed by one of these things. I know a guy, got his nose bit off. Clean off. And then his skin all rotted away around the wound. They call him Skull-Face Sam now.”
Owen lowered his nose to the ground again and continued walking. His claws clicked on the shabby cobblestones and the little glass vials tied to his belt made gentle clinks with every step he took. The other team was close enough to smell, but remained unheard.
Dread held Luke rooted to the spot for a few moments. He thought he could feel the chilly night air seeping through his pelt and caressing his skin. When
The Celestial GuardianAndes entered the grove with an ominous stare. The eerie greens and browns of the thick forest canopy swayed gently among the high gale like some solemn ritual. A pool rippled on the far corner of the grove, showering the dewy grass with rainbows of blurred water vapor. The high moon provided scant light among the shrouded silhouettes of trees and bushes, sending a linear wave of cold fear tracing down Andes' spine. He carefully dropped a hand to his scabbard and entered the grove.The Celestial Guardian by Courier2001
A thick smell brought his cautious approach to a halt as abruptly as a thunderclap. Something gave the young man pause, something faintly sour like decaying flesh. His hand hovered idly above his sword's hilt, unable to make the final descent and withdraw his steel blade. Andes felt as if he was drowning. His lungs strained to expand and inhale the life oxygen that his body was so desperately in need of. Swirling, shadowy tendrils leaped into being and traced along the forest canopy, sinuously circling the y
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The griffin raked the sky with its talons, fighting an imaginary foe. Golden wings soared over pitch-black night, illuminating the clouds around it. For tonight was Christmas Eve...and the griffin was waiting.
Red-green-white pinpricks dotted shabby houses below. The eyes of an eagle picked out the shapes of two humans kissing fervently on a snow-covered bench, oblivious to the snowflakes settling on their hair, and also to the beast above. But even if they looked up, the griffin would pass for a bright star.
A dim thrum rose and faded as a car roared past the humans. The girl separated from the male as the streetlight blinked once, then twice, and went out with a click. She lit a candle which glowed softly with simple love, and began to sing. The griffin's heart leapt with unbridled joy. Christmas carols! Humming along with the pure notes of Silent Night, the griffin flew down, closer to the couple, as to hear them better. The man's deep bass joined in with harmonious lines ec
The First Cold Winter is WarmestThe snowflakes were numerous as grains of wind-blown sand. They dimmed the sunset and brought a freezing, premature nightfall. Bundled humans hurried past the lure of shop windows aglow with inviting warmth, toys, and tasty smells. A ribbon-clad tree towered over all from the place of honor cleared for it in the town square.+25
Hidden amongst rubbish in an alley where he could search for food unseen, Yerv was too miserable to enjoy it. He buried his hands in his coat sleeves and tried to thaw them against his arms. He shivered and watched his breath form clouds in front of his muzzle. The unnatural sight gave him a different kind of chill. Though his kin assured him this was a normal byproduct of harsh northern winters, it still gave him the creeps.
When feeling returned to his fingers he dipped his hand into a pocket and read the imprints left on the coins he had collected. None of their stories were very interesting (all had traded human hands in exchange for work and been lost on the s
The Tale of Tamas Lin+25
He met her in the winter
When the wind whipped through the trees,
Beneath the snowfall and the starlight,
Un'ner the shadow of the leaves.
A fair and regal maiden
With hair as black as night,
Pale skin of glowing moonbeams,
And eyes of sapphires bright.
She found him there in winter
Amid the rocks and snow.
His booted leg was twisted;
The brigands struck the blow.
She held him then and kissed him
And nursed his wounds so dire,
And stole him to the fairy court
Beyond the Ross’ shire.
Three days he dined in excess,
Three days he drunk the wine,
Three days he danced with beauties
In courtly green attire.
Yet long were the mornings,
Longer still the nights,
For by the Yuletide’s dawning
Ten years had made their flight.
Aggrieved was dear Seonaidh,
His breast grew ill and tight,
For those that dine with fairy folk
Can ne’er leave their sight.
Twelve years, he passed, then twenty
As servant, then as swain,
But best he served the company
And knighthood did attain.
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