StarBeyondSpace

     "M'kay, let's take a look around fer a sec," Manny stretched, kneeling on the stone. Normally it would be more or less normal to kneel if Manny wanted to get low to see something… however it was almost counterproductive, as Manny was kneeling at the highest point of the Castle, where the sentinel usually was. In fact, it was still there.     "Hey! What do you think you're doing?! Get off from there!" someone yelled from the window below them. The wind made Manny's fur flutter just as it made the sentinel guard's. "It's dangerous to just stand on top of a tower like that!"     "Aah, I c'n fly without wings, I'm fine! Where's the

     They say that Errunt High School lived up to its name, containing students from, statistically, the poorest and most pitiful demographic of the city. It had the most famous reputation for having test scores at the absolute-borderline minimum, giving many people the thought that the 'Err' in the name was more than just a syllable.      The city of Jemenit was itself known for a very pronounced divide between the upper and lower class. One would find patches of lovely white-polished buildings on one block, and gray, decrepit, moldy ones in the next. The Mayor has been, genuinely, putting e

     Skyscrapers, city lights, the constant smell of methane… cities had a way of always being awake beyond the Wildlands. Even at the darkest hour of the night, there was at least one building alight, illuminating the area with the streetlights. The moon becomes insignificant, and people are more focused on their television or computer to bother to watch it.     The Wildlands itself was a lot different. Forests, bushes, the constant smell of rain due to the recent, mild storm…. The Wildlands had a way of relaxing even the busiest dragon. At night, the forest's treetops obscured the moon to the point where visibility was close to

     It was one of those breezy days in the Wildlands.     A silver-colored dragon was perched comfortably in the branches of a sturdy tree, his tail hanging loosely around a nearby branch before dipping down into the leaves below. His head rested on his forelegs, while his front paws dangled limply over another set of branches. His wings were neatly tucked by his sides, and his hind legs dangled with no support while his belly and lay parallel on one of the strongest branches. Granted dragons were very light for their size, it was still strange to see something at least nine feet tall sleeping in the trees.     A few fruits were just wit

     The best thing someone could see is the sunset. At least, that was Yen's opinion.     A proud, yellow dragon sat at the very edge of a cliff, his eyes and circular pupils relaxed as he stared at the clouds. His glossy scales reflected the light from the sun, though that was really his only outstanding feature. He was fairly average in height for a quadruped—nine feet. However, he had no wings, no spikes, and aside from the shining scales, looked very plain.     The sky, however, was anything but. It was the best time and last part of the day, where the sky turned orange for only a few seconds before becoming into a deep purple,

     "C'mon, this way! The river's this way; I went down this path all the time!"      Nate panted as he stumbled through the forest. It was going to take some getting used to, this whole clothes thing. Not only was it uncomfortable, but they had a tendency to get caught on everything. He wished Victoria would slow down, but it wasn't like she was looking back at him to see his frantic, Light-written messages to her. 'Stop, please, hang on!' Nate wrote, 'I can barely keep up!'      He didn't know why he bothered. It was just such a habit for him to use his Light to c