★Dragon's 3 Word Stories★

[Nevriande]

Username: Nevriande
Preferred Writer: DragonDream
Three words: mountains, unicorn, pegasus
Preferred story type: Equine fantasy
Other: nothing

"Faster you snail or we'll never get there on time." Red teased in delight. Looking over his shoulder he slowed a bit seeing his friend lagging. The rust colored unicorn eyed his friend suspiciously. When he was side by side with the silver unicorn his friend looked up with a spark in his eye and darted off. "Come on Storm, I thought you were a fair player." He said catching up rather quickly.

"Ha, I thought you knew me!" Storm scoffed as he ran. Hooves beat the moist forest floor as the two raced to get to the top of the hill. Slowing down as they grew closer more shapes could be seen congregating. The two unicorns kept their distance only watching.

There on the very top of the hill, looking very out of place was a pegasus, long black and white mane falling over his eyes. Some considered him the peacemaker, the one who kept the two species from their constant fighting. Hoofsteps behind the two unicorns alerted them to a newcomer, and they feared they were going to get busted for eavesdropping. A sigh of relief passed through the two when they recognized their friend.

"Did I miss anything?" The Pegasus asked curiously. Her small white frame fit neatly between the two as they stood quietly in the woods.

"Nothing so far. I think they are just waiting for everyone to get there. Well, everyone important at least." Red snorted with irritation. Never allowed to such discussions he always took it upon himself to sneak around and listen in. "Quiet! They are starting."

The black and white Pegasus raised his wings silencing the group. As the clamor died down he lowered his large wings and cleared his throat. A deep voice emanated from the speaker, drawing the last few in who weren't aware they were starting. "First off, I would like to apologize for calling you all here on such short notice." he said eyeing the crowd. Whatever was about to go down was serious. "The reason you are all gathered here is because something rather distressing is happening in our homeland. Deeper in the mountain range an earthquake has disturbed a dormant volcano." His pause brought forth whispers. "We will be moving closer to your lands in order to avoid the ash and remnants from the explosion." Cries broke forth at such a simple request. Never before had the unicorns and the Pegasus lived so close together, and it would be bound to trouble no matter what.

"What about us?" Questioned a unicorn. "These have always been our lands, and the mountains have always been yours. What if we decline your request?"

A look passed over the Pegasus, one that was dark and full of emotions. Stomping his massive hoof on the ground he silenced the group once more. His voice boomed out in anger, something that the unicorns had never seen in the peacekeeper. "This? This was NOT a request. We are moving into these lands." his icy gaze kept everyone quiet. "You have become selfish, petty creatures. Whenever you needed help, we gave it to you. The one time we ask for something you try and withhold it from us. This is not a request. It is something of fire importance that will not be flicked away. Your land is large enough to support more than my people and yours doubled." He said, his anger dying. "All I ask is that you at least try and embrace the idea." He said before looking away. "Tomorrow, my people will come here seeking refuge. I suggest you give it to them." He said before spreading his wings. With one large sweep he was rising above their heads and disappearing into the sky.

The three hiding in the brush looked at each other. "What do you think the unicorns will do?" Rain asked softly. She sounded afraid, unsure of what would come of the situation.

"I think that the unicorns will have to live with it. Most of them are too cowardly to do anything more than complain. I'm not saying it won't be a challenge though." He said already thinking of how much bickering and arguing and lying was going to take place. "I hope nothing serious comes from this." He sighed watching the dumbfounded unicorns stare at each other.

"I hope so. Otherwise we are in for a long hard time." Rain whispered sadly. "I need to be with my family. I need to make sure everyone gets here okay. My brother isn't a strong flyer." She said before taking off, leaving the two wo wonder what tomorrow would bring.

Wow that was fast! Thank you so much!

[Nevrithon]

Username: Nevriande
Three words: breeds of dragons
Other: Hopefully this could be one with many different types of dragons in it and make it fantasy
Thank you!

There is a land, far from the touch of man-kinds reach, a home of beast that are only a myth to those who choose to disbelieve. Still, just because you don't want monsters to be real, it doesn't mean that they aren't. This is a land of dragons a home to the remaining beasts that were long ago driven from their homes. Now, they live freely on lands created by their ancestors.

Looking through the grand forest with trees towering in the sky, you will find some of the most intricate of the dragons. They hold themselves to be the cleverest of all the breeds, their idealisms holding with knowledge. They live together in the forest, making their homes in the trees. These dragons are known to be slender, serpentine dragons, all the shades of the earth. Some are a range of greens, their horns resembling branches of their trees, some even growing leaves or flowers. Others may resemble forest animals, having rich earthy tones, or maybe even fur or mammal like qualities. Not all of these dragons have wings, some having extra limbs or another trait to help them among the trees. There is no end to the look of these more docile and wise kind. Not all are tolerant of one another, their attitudes changing with the wind. Though they are seemingly delicate, they are not a kind to be taken for fools. Each one is strong in their own way, able to outsmart or take down even the strongest opponent with ease.

Looking onwards to a barren wasteland, a mix of desert and Ashland you will find the more crooked of the species. They tend to be darker in color if they are from the ash lands, a normal mix of greys, blacks, and whites. From the desert there are sandy and rocky colored dragons. They have long since abandoned their wings, relying on thin bodies, and camouflage. These dragons are sly, and love to weasel their way out of danger, and love putting others in danger. However there are small minorities that have detested the nature of those of the wastelands. Taking to a way of order and trust. These are more nomadic dragons, struggling to find a place in the wastelands where they will be safe from those who mock their ways. Along with the normal inhabitants of the wastelands you will find those who have been banished, never allowed to return to their homes for whatever they have done. Though it may seem bleak, those who live in the harsh environment seem to enjoy it.

Further along you will reach the mountains and volcanoes of the land. It is home to some of the strongest and most strong willed of the dragons. Those who live in the volcanoes and the places close to them hold more fiery abilities, and are able to withstand the heat of the hottest magma. There is no limit to the size, or shape of these dragons. You will find tiny dragons, searching for jewels created by the volcanoes, and then there are the large behemoths of the species, dwelling in solitude within the craters. These are able to control the volcanoes, finding power within the heat of the fiery mountains. With the more mundane mountains you will find all sorts of earth dwelling dragons. There are some that resemble statues carved from stone, and others who are made from stone, held together by an ancient force of magic creating the living beings from them. Some burrow deep into the ground, some keeping their dens in crags and caverns within the giant mountain range. The higher you go the more of these dragons have wings, that of which there is no limit to. There are more slender dragons who can fly without wings, manipulating the very air below them, and others soaring with the wings of great eagles holding the power of the sky in their claws. Some are built to withstand harsh blizzards in the highest peaks, finding ways to adapt to the storms and things along those lines. These are strong dragons of differing kinds finding themselves right at home in the mountains.

One of the last (but not the only one left) more memorable places they dwell is the bodies of water. In the oceans you will find dragons of all colors and sizes, some who breathe air, and some that have gills. All of these dragons are not the only ones you will find. They inhabit every area of the lands, from the darkest caverns, to the highest mountain peaks. From the hottest volcano to the grandest forest all the world will ever see. This is the land of the dragons, home of the free beast.

Omg can I please have a story like this? But instead of dragons, can you change it to unicorns

Username: Nevrithon
Preferred Writer: DragonDream
Three words: Breeds of Unicorns
Preferred story type: fantasy
Other: Nope nothing

[Nevriande]

Lol bump

[P_PixelNinja216]

Username: MidnightMoon666
Preferred Writer: Anyone who wants to!
Three words: Small, soft, beaming.
Preferred Genre/Story Type: Sci-fi or Fantasy Animal story.
Other: Nothing really

The den was filled with soft snuffles and snores. A bundle of ebony fur shifted among the many reddish-brown pelts. The small black wolf blinked his bright blue eyes and yawned. A few of his den mates stirred in their sleep, but they did not wake. The wolf carefully stepped over his den mates toward the entrance. Leaving the safety of the cave, the wolf blinked. His eyes quickly adjusted to the moonlight, and they widened in surprise. For before him stood a unicorn. The mystical equine couldn't have been older than a filly. It stared calmly at the potential predator in front of it, unaware of the danger. The wolf stared, puzzled and transfixed, at the creature. After a moment, the small white unicorn lowered her head. A small dot of light appeared at the tip of her horn, growing brighter and brighter by the second. The wolf padded closer to the unicorn, eyeing the horn and the beaming light warily. Then, the unicorn shook and the bright light shot upwards. The wolf yelped and scrambled backwards as the dot of light touched the sky. A sort of fireworks display seemed to appear as the light burst apart and sizzled into streaks of flame. With the apparent danger gone, the wolf crept towards the unicorn. The creature seemed to be a bit dazed by its magical feat, but it looked ecstatic. The wolf shyly stuck out its tongue and licked the unicorn's cheek in a bid for friendship. Then unicorn's eyes sparkled mysteriously, and then it vanished as quickly and suddenly as it had appeared. The wolf whimpered and looked around, searching for its new friend. When it found no trace of the unicorn, the wolf howled its mournful song to the sizzling sky.

[MidnightMoon666]

Username: MidnightMoon666
Preferred Writer: Anyone who wants to!
Three words: Small, soft, beaming.
Preferred Genre/Story Type: Sci-fi or Fantasy Animal story.
Other: Nothing really

The den was filled with soft snuffles and snores. A bundle of ebony fur shifted among the many reddish-brown pelts. The small black wolf blinked his bright blue eyes and yawned. A few of his den mates stirred in their sleep, but they did not wake. The wolf carefully stepped over his den mates toward the entrance. Leaving the safety of the cave, the wolf blinked. His eyes quickly adjusted to the moonlight, and they widened in surprise. For before him stood a unicorn. The mystical equine couldn't have been older than a filly. It stared calmly at the potential predator in front of it, unaware of the danger. The wolf stared, puzzled and transfixed, at the creature. After a moment, the small white unicorn lowered her head. A small dot of light appeared at the tip of her horn, growing brighter and brighter by the second. The wolf padded closer to the unicorn, eyeing the horn and the beaming light warily. Then, the unicorn shook and the bright light shot upwards. The wolf yelped and scrambled backwards as the dot of light touched the sky. A sort of fireworks display seemed to appear as the light burst apart and sizzled into streaks of flame. With the apparent danger gone, the wolf crept towards the unicorn. The creature seemed to be a bit dazed by its magical feat, but it looked ecstatic. The wolf shyly stuck out its tongue and licked the unicorn's cheek in a bid for friendship. Then unicorn's eyes sparkled mysteriously, and then it vanished as quickly and suddenly as it had appeared. The wolf whimpered and looked around, searching for its new friend. When it found no trace of the unicorn, the wolf howled its mournful song to the sizzling sky.

Wow! Thanks ! That was really good!

[DragonDream]

Username: Nevrithon
Preferred Writer: DragonDream
Three words: Breeds of Unicorns
Preferred story type: fantasy
Other: Nope nothing

There is to be much mystery in our world, places we will never see, and things never to be discovered. Some of these secrets are meant to be kept. One great thing is the land where all the unicorns disappeared to. You will find that they have adapted to living where they do, making the best of being chased from their original homes. Now, the diversity is so great that it is hard to determine where the breeds begin and where they end.

A meadow is an appropriate place to begin, this being a stereotypical place for the unicorns. The unicorns of the meadows and the planes are lithe, suited to running along with the wind. They are generally along the lines of whites and golds, their manes shorter and their horns thinner. They are built for speed and aren't afraid to prove it.

The forest dwelling unicorns are harder to explain, being that there are so many in the forest. One type resembles a Kirin, looking more like a part of the forest than the forest itself. Their horns are wood-like and may even grow leaves or flowers. These are slender are more graceful in the confined spaces of the trees. These are mostly forestry colors, deep rich browns to white with spots like a birch tree. Another forest dwelling breed are larger, and are built heavier. Tending to stray off and avoid others these unicorns are nocturnal and seem to feed off the moon itself, them being stronger at the full moon and weaker at the new moon. They are hard to come by, and not much else is known of them exempt they are generally darker colors.

Moving away from the forest you will find some mountainous unicorns, climbing as nimbly as a mountain goat. Their fur is longer, keeping them warm in the high altitudes. Their hooves are split giving them a better feel for the rocks, and they are all muscle. Still, they are some of the most beautiful of the remaining unicorns. Their silvery white coats are not found anywhere else.

To finish off there are even desert dwelling unicorns. They are sandy colors, from golds to rich earthy reds, and tans. They have some of the greatest endurance of all the unicorns, facing scorching hot days and freezing cold nights. Sleek coats help to keep them cool, and they have shorter manes to help along those lines also.

So many more are left untold, their stories far more detailed and far more hard to find. These are just the more common unicorns, and some of the most worthy of my praise. Hopefully one day you too will unlock the secrets to their lands. Until then, keep your head up and have hope. One day you shall find them too.

[Nevriande]

Username: Nevrithon
Preferred Writer: DragonDream
Three words: Breeds of Unicorns
Preferred story type: fantasy
Other: Nope nothing

There is to be much mystery in our world, places we will never see, and things never to be discovered. Some of these secrets are meant to be kept. One great thing is the land where all the unicorns disappeared to. You will find that they have adapted to living where they do, making the best of being chased from their original homes. Now, the diversity is so great that it is hard to determine where the breeds begin and where they end.

A meadow is an appropriate place to begin, this being a stereotypical place for the unicorns. The unicorns of the meadows and the planes are lithe, suited to running along with the wind. They are generally along the lines of whites and golds, their manes shorter and their horns thinner. They are built for speed and aren't afraid to prove it.

The forest dwelling unicorns are harder to explain, being that there are so many in the forest. One type resembles a Kirin, looking more like a part of the forest than the forest itself. Their horns are wood-like and may even grow leaves or flowers. These are slender are more graceful in the confined spaces of the trees. These are mostly forestry colors, deep rich browns to white with spots like a birch tree. Another forest dwelling breed are larger, and are built heavier. Tending to stray off and avoid others these unicorns are nocturnal and seem to feed off the moon itself, them being stronger at the full moon and weaker at the new moon. They are hard to come by, and not much else is known of them exempt they are generally darker colors.

Moving away from the forest you will find some mountainous unicorns, climbing as nimbly as a mountain goat. Their fur is longer, keeping them warm in the high altitudes. Their hooves are split giving them a better feel for the rocks, and they are all muscle. Still, they are some of the most beautiful of the remaining unicorns. Their silvery white coats are not found anywhere else.

To finish off there are even desert dwelling unicorns. They are sandy colors, from golds to rich earthy reds, and tans. They have some of the greatest endurance of all the unicorns, facing scorching hot days and freezing cold nights. Sleek coats help to keep them cool, and they have shorter manes to help along those lines also.

So many more are left untold, their stories far more detailed and far more hard to find. These are just the more common unicorns, and some of the most worthy of my praise. Hopefully one day you too will unlock the secrets to their lands. Until then, keep your head up and have hope. One day you shall find them too.

Is there any chance I can get more stories like this? @DragonDream

[Nevriande]

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[derision]

★Username: ~hatari
★Preferred Writer: DragonDream
★Three Words: Pervicacious, Aplomb, Dragon
★Other: Dragon is randomly thrown in there because Dragons are cool ^^

"So, tell me again why we are out here?" questioned a boy in his early teens. He sat upon a rather large horse looking to the man next to him. With a sigh the man shook his head.

The older man was in his forties, thick black hair streaked with grey here and there. His dark green eyes bore into his apprentice for asking the question for the eighth time since they had left. "Like I said before, we are dealing with a problem." seeing as how the boy was itching to find out he reluctantly told him where they were going. "Listen closely, because I will not repeat myself again," he said pointing at the boy. "We are meeting a few friends of mine, and then we are going to look for a creature that has been killing local farm animals. These people are already poor enough, they cant afford to keep having their animals killed off by some pest." he grimaced.

Looking to his master the boy frowned. "Do you know what kind of creature it is? I mean, farmers are usually prone to killing wolves, but obviously it isn't a wolf."

With a scowl the older man stopped his horse. "No, I do not know what kind of creature it is, and I do not know why the farmers will not kill it themselves. It isn't my concern, but it is however my job. Thus making it your job." The man was irritated by the selective alertness of his apprentice. "It isn't much farther until we reach the other group. They have the supplies, and I expect you to keep quiet. Okay?"
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Upon meeting up with the other group the apprentice found himself silently studying all the other men who had joined the group. He had been expecting more men like his master, but all these men were younger, and stronger. Concern as to what they were hunting began to creep in, and he had to fight off the flood of questions he wanted to ask. It was strange to him to see all the men expressing their indifference and aplomb. They were now riding through a darkening forest, ready to set up camp for the night.

After little sleep the next morning took a toll on the younger boy. His shaggy brown hair fell over his face, obscuring the dark circles surrounding his eyes. It was in his nature to worry, and this kept him awake all night long. The apprentice's pervicacious nature was always a bother to the older man who was severely lacking in patience and was always serious. As they trekked on looking for the animal killer the boy found himself falling asleep in the saddle. Shaking himself awake once more he realized he was separated from the group. Looking around he couldn't find the way he had came, or any trace of the others. Desperately searching for them he began to feel like he was being watched. He wasn't the only one feeling that way, for his horse began to become antsy and flinched at every noise around.

It got to the point of the horse finally tossing the boy off and fleeing, leaving the apprentice stuck in a bush. While he struggles to free himself from the thorns he heard a noise coming from the bushes. Everything grew quiet again, so he began trying to free himself from the bush's grip when the noise started up again. Something crept along out of sight, circling the boy. A low growl sounded out making the boy freeze, watching the creature slide out of the undergrowth. He had never seen such a fearsome thing, and he found himself trying to think of the name of whatever he was seeing. As it grew closer watching its prey sit motionless in the thorn bush, it let out a hiss revealing every needle sharp tooth in its mouth.

Dragon. This was the word the boy so desperately tried to find. The dragon looked at the boy, and prepared itself for the kill. The cries of the men was enough of a distraction for the boy to pull himself free and run. Every ounce of adrenaline filled him as he darted through the trees. The dragon followed behind, letting out a frustrated roar as it stumbled through the forest. Following the voices the boy ran smack into the middle of the group. He pointed behind him with a quivering hand right before the dragon burst through the undergrowth.

★Username: ~hatari
★Preferred Writer: DragonDream
★Three Words: Arsonphobia (Fear of Fire), Zoanthropy (Some kind of animal madness), Lagarto (Spanish word for lizard)
★Other: Could you do another entry, but have the narrator be the dragon instead of the boy? :3

[DragonDream]

I'll get to work on it ASAP.