The Curse that Ruined Everything (Part 2) by Rangavar, literature
Literature
The Curse that Ruined Everything (Part 2)
The Gemian dragon grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him against the wall. Rangavar turned his head away as the Gemian leaned in and snarled, “Watch where you’re walking.” “Sorry,” Rangavar muttered. The Gemian let go, freeing him. He looked Rangavar up and down with contempt. “I don’t want a single scale of yours in the same vicinity as me.” “Sorry.” “Don’t even look at me the wrong way, or you’ll regret it.” “Sorry.” “Don’t even BREATHE around me, or—” “Hey, he gets it,” his Faerian friend suddenly interrupted, putting a calming paw on the Gemian’s shoulder. He glanced at Rangavar. “We’re good, right? Everything’s good.” Rangavar nodded carefully. The Gemian was still giving him a dirty look. He was obviously just power-tripping, though, enjoying the fact that he could yell at other species and get away with it. There were still Gemians like that on some worlds, and Glitara seemed to be one where it was still common. “Come on,” the Faerian dragon encouraged. At least the Gemian
The Curse that Ruined Everything by Rangavar, literature
Literature
The Curse that Ruined Everything
Through the window, the sun was shining. The air was fresh. Pleasant blue grass bowed with the wind around the sides of the building, many stories below. Dero sighed and pushed back in his chair, putting his hind paws up on the desk. It was beautiful outside, and he was stuck in here. There was a polite knock on his office door. “Yes..?” The door opened to reveal another dragon. In contrast to his gray scales, she was a light green color, her belly and wings pale. “’Morning, sir.” He flexed his own pale wings behind him. Then he realized his hind paws were still on the desk, and quickly put them down, sitting up straight in his chair. He still hadn’t woken up for the day. She hid a smile, but it was transparent to him. She was the Gemian species of dragon, radiating her emotions for all around her to feel. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Dero, but there’s an incident downstairs that requires your attention.” He stared blankly. “Downstairs? What downstairs could possibly require my
The bell rang. Nobody moved. “Did you order food?” my roommate, Gao, called from their room, after several long moments of silence. “Uh, no.” I didn’t get off the couch. I’d assumed it was my roommate’s Grubhub order, which arrived every breakfast, lunch, and dinner. After another long moment, Gao suddenly emerged from their den. “Well, now I want to know who it is,” they said. They tiptoed over to the window and peered out. “I’d normally assume it’s my mom, but she always texts first.” “It’s eleven thirty at night,” I pointed out. Gao shrugged. “Well, it’s the sort of thing she’d do!” I watched my roommate pace back and forth in the room, indecisively. The window had a view of the parking lot, but not the front door of the building. “Are you thinking of going outside to see who rang the bell? “I really want to know,” Gao admitted. “But I also don’t want to go outside.” I grinned evilly. “I bet it’s a serial killer.” Gao laughed. “Oh yeah, like the 80’s, when people actually opened
The door to Ronden’s office opened slowly. Zag’s face appeared.
“What do you want,” Ronden sighed impatiently.
Zag looked around the room. He was still holding open the door. Ronden had no intention of inviting him inside. “Um. Me and Rangavar are stopping at Vahn’s before Golith’s meeting tonight. It’s really important. We’ll probably be late.”
“Golith won’t mind.” Ronden glanced back down at his book, hoping that Zag would pick up on the cue to make himself disappear. “And you mean ‘Rangavar and I’,” he absentmindedly corrected.
Zag shuffl
It was entirely black, and had a smooth, silky texture. Rangavar held the garment as far away from himself as possible.
“Stop being a hatchling and put it on.”
He pointed at two strips of fabric hanging from its sides. “What are those?”
“What are what?” Ayla swept across the room to sit with him. She took the hood from his paws, shaking it out so that it unfolded into its proper shape.
Rangavar wrinkled his nose at it. Hoods were common, used to hide the wearer’s face, as well as obscuring most of the wearer’s upper body. Apparently, though, they had changed over the centuries. He took hold