The three were back in the same room again. The purple dragon again in the center, sergal and raptor flanking him. This time a smaller chair was provided for the raptor. In light of this, the smaller creature decided to stand on the chair to be at a similar level as his fellows. If the other two noticed, they were ignoring the behavior.
“So,” Torkos growled. “We’re back again. Myself-” He waved a claw left. “Zeta.” To the right, “And, of course, Salus Dunvir.”
“We’ll be answering questions today,” The sergal huffed. “Not too many were sent in. Seems like most of
It was a small room, barely seven meters square. Three chairs were set in the middle, slightly oversized compared to the average person, but they were needed. A rather bland painting sat up on the wall, more there to fill the space than to draw the eye. A window took most of the left hand space of the wall, a massive, neon bright cyclopean city outside.
Shortly, there was a small scuffle, feet scraping or dragging across the ground. The distinct sound of claws on carpet, multiple pairs. Suddenly, a form stepped into the way of the camera. It turned, a fanged visage and golden eyes flashing before it sat down in the chair, taking a moment to
When the Doctor Doubts by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
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When the Doctor Doubts
When the Doctor Doubts
“Have you ever not known something?” The purple dragon asked, looking at Heck.
The young dragon was taken aback. He had been called in to talk with the Doctor of the Council, but had known what to expect. The irony of the question, then, was not lost on him.
“Almost always,” Heck replied truthfully. “Why? What kind of context are we talking?”
“Personal!” Torkos snapped in Heck’s general direction. He’d been pacing across his apothecary deep within the Council Chamber since they’d entered. His head had been down, eyes roving, not quite focused on what
Grievances of a Dragoness by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
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Grievances of a Dragoness
“How’s your stock?” Torkos asked the white-robed orderly.
“We completely restocked after our last trip. Most of what was used beforehand consists of pain medication and motion-sickness tablets. About ten-percent of each I believe.” The dark-green/near-black scaled dragoness tapped on the data-slate the Doctor was holding, pointing out the various withdrawals recorded from the ship’s stores.
“Why motion-sickness?” he asked, poking the numbers.
“Motion-sickness is common on starships,” the orderly supplied. “The inner-ear...” the dragoness paused and collect
Interspecies Relations by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
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Interspecies Relations
“I’ll leave it at that for today. Stay safe, don’t text and drive, and have a good day!”
There was a sudden rush of footsteps, rustling clothing, and clinking metal as the hundred students got up to leave. Torkos was slower on his way out. Despite wanting to leave as quickly as possible and get back to his dorm before lunch, he needed to situate himself. That included packing up his laptop, quickly checking his phone, and uncoiling his tail from around the chair. Considering it was nine feet long and had a habit of getting in the way, he had to find some method to prevent it getting stepped on by all the humans and oc
Torkos looked down, the suburb rolling by beneath his wings. At his side, his partner in the air today, was the Doctor’s old friend, Sorien. The young Green was an able companion, and the two worked well together since the younger dragon had been trained by Torkos’s battle-brother, the infamous Drakko Brighthorn.
The two were in Torkos’s hometown for one reason: to collect his family. Reasons notwithstanding, Torkos was more than a little worried about his reception upon meeting with his sister again. It had been too long.
“That it there?” Sorien asked, nodding to a house fast approaching. His easte
A Chill Thanksgiving by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
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A Chill Thanksgiving
Four figures flew in the evening twilight of thanksgiving day in Boise, Idaho. Dragons to be exact, and they were heading to a friends of the family's party. It was one-thirty in the afternoon, and the city bustled as people made for homes and families. They needed to get there soon.
One of the dragons though, a bipedal purple one, had some other things he needed to do beforehand. He and his mate were arguing into the wind, and trying to stay quiet so their hatchlings who flew behind them couldn't hear them bicker.
"Are you really going to bring a tranquilizer?" Ramya Pureblood, a cyan dragoness with exotic blue swirls covering he
T.P.D. The Enemy of my Enemy Ch. 10 by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
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T.P.D. The Enemy of my Enemy Ch. 10
Isn't there some old saying, 'Mean what you say and say what you mean?' Yeah, right about then I'd say I was scared. More scared for my family than myself, but having a claw at my throat really enforced the latter.
So where did I leave off? I had a claw at my throat, which I already mentioned, and my dad was on the couch, my siblings cradled under his arms, with another pair of dragons looming over them. Somehow, I kinda wished Dad's house wasn't so tall. At least it'd have made the intruders uncomfortable, unlike me. The perks of being 5'6" at the time. Ahem, moving on.
"Move and die, runt" The Black behind me growled, hooking hi
Final Flight - Part 4 by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
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Final Flight - Part 4
The bomb went off, scattering shrapnel into the mutilated dragon unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast.
Drak triggered his shoulder mounted launcher again, sending another explosive arcing into the Hierarchy’s lines. A dragon rushed him out of the throng, eyes slits and fangs bared. The lightning claws built into Drak’s cybernetic exosuit sliced the offender into equal sized chunks with brutal efficiency.
He stepped forward with a heavy tread, leveling his wrist-mounted assault cannon. Beside him, the rest of Lambda, his squad, did the same.
“Fire!” he ordered.
As one, the guns opened up wit
“Beautiful, isn’t she, sir?”
“Aye, that she is.”
The only passenger of the small cargo freighter gazed out of the front viewport of the ship, to the massive construct that waited for him.
“Have you been on her before, Dr. Arcflame?”
Dr. Arcflame, Head Councillor of the Dragon Shadow Council and Head Doctor of Dragons of the Kaiser Board, smirked slightly.
“Once.” Torkos grunted. “I was only allowed a brief stay before returning planetside. This will be my first voyage, as it were.” The purple dragon grinned. His fused beak of teeth split the smile
The three were back in the same room again. The purple dragon again in the center, sergal and raptor flanking him. This time a smaller chair was provided for the raptor. In light of this, the smaller creature decided to stand on the chair to be at a similar level as his fellows. If the other two noticed, they were ignoring the behavior.
“So,” Torkos growled. “We’re back again. Myself-” He waved a claw left. “Zeta.” To the right, “And, of course, Salus Dunvir.”
“We’ll be answering questions today,” The sergal huffed. “Not too many were sent in. Seems like most of
It was a small room, barely seven meters square. Three chairs were set in the middle, slightly oversized compared to the average person, but they were needed. A rather bland painting sat up on the wall, more there to fill the space than to draw the eye. A window took most of the left hand space of the wall, a massive, neon bright cyclopean city outside.
Shortly, there was a small scuffle, feet scraping or dragging across the ground. The distinct sound of claws on carpet, multiple pairs. Suddenly, a form stepped into the way of the camera. It turned, a fanged visage and golden eyes flashing before it sat down in the chair, taking a moment to
When the Doctor Doubts by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
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When the Doctor Doubts
When the Doctor Doubts
“Have you ever not known something?” The purple dragon asked, looking at Heck.
The young dragon was taken aback. He had been called in to talk with the Doctor of the Council, but had known what to expect. The irony of the question, then, was not lost on him.
“Almost always,” Heck replied truthfully. “Why? What kind of context are we talking?”
“Personal!” Torkos snapped in Heck’s general direction. He’d been pacing across his apothecary deep within the Council Chamber since they’d entered. His head had been down, eyes roving, not quite focused on what
Grievances of a Dragoness by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
Literature
Grievances of a Dragoness
“How’s your stock?” Torkos asked the white-robed orderly.
“We completely restocked after our last trip. Most of what was used beforehand consists of pain medication and motion-sickness tablets. About ten-percent of each I believe.” The dark-green/near-black scaled dragoness tapped on the data-slate the Doctor was holding, pointing out the various withdrawals recorded from the ship’s stores.
“Why motion-sickness?” he asked, poking the numbers.
“Motion-sickness is common on starships,” the orderly supplied. “The inner-ear...” the dragoness paused and collect
Interspecies Relations by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
Literature
Interspecies Relations
“I’ll leave it at that for today. Stay safe, don’t text and drive, and have a good day!”
There was a sudden rush of footsteps, rustling clothing, and clinking metal as the hundred students got up to leave. Torkos was slower on his way out. Despite wanting to leave as quickly as possible and get back to his dorm before lunch, he needed to situate himself. That included packing up his laptop, quickly checking his phone, and uncoiling his tail from around the chair. Considering it was nine feet long and had a habit of getting in the way, he had to find some method to prevent it getting stepped on by all the humans and oc
Torkos looked down, the suburb rolling by beneath his wings. At his side, his partner in the air today, was the Doctor’s old friend, Sorien. The young Green was an able companion, and the two worked well together since the younger dragon had been trained by Torkos’s battle-brother, the infamous Drakko Brighthorn.
The two were in Torkos’s hometown for one reason: to collect his family. Reasons notwithstanding, Torkos was more than a little worried about his reception upon meeting with his sister again. It had been too long.
“That it there?” Sorien asked, nodding to a house fast approaching. His easte
A Chill Thanksgiving by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
Literature
A Chill Thanksgiving
Four figures flew in the evening twilight of thanksgiving day in Boise, Idaho. Dragons to be exact, and they were heading to a friends of the family's party. It was one-thirty in the afternoon, and the city bustled as people made for homes and families. They needed to get there soon.
One of the dragons though, a bipedal purple one, had some other things he needed to do beforehand. He and his mate were arguing into the wind, and trying to stay quiet so their hatchlings who flew behind them couldn't hear them bicker.
"Are you really going to bring a tranquilizer?" Ramya Pureblood, a cyan dragoness with exotic blue swirls covering he
T.P.D. The Enemy of my Enemy Ch. 10 by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
Literature
T.P.D. The Enemy of my Enemy Ch. 10
Isn't there some old saying, 'Mean what you say and say what you mean?' Yeah, right about then I'd say I was scared. More scared for my family than myself, but having a claw at my throat really enforced the latter.
So where did I leave off? I had a claw at my throat, which I already mentioned, and my dad was on the couch, my siblings cradled under his arms, with another pair of dragons looming over them. Somehow, I kinda wished Dad's house wasn't so tall. At least it'd have made the intruders uncomfortable, unlike me. The perks of being 5'6" at the time. Ahem, moving on.
"Move and die, runt" The Black behind me growled, hooking hi
Final Flight - Part 4 by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
Literature
Final Flight - Part 4
The bomb went off, scattering shrapnel into the mutilated dragon unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast.
Drak triggered his shoulder mounted launcher again, sending another explosive arcing into the Hierarchy’s lines. A dragon rushed him out of the throng, eyes slits and fangs bared. The lightning claws built into Drak’s cybernetic exosuit sliced the offender into equal sized chunks with brutal efficiency.
He stepped forward with a heavy tread, leveling his wrist-mounted assault cannon. Beside him, the rest of Lambda, his squad, did the same.
“Fire!” he ordered.
As one, the guns opened up wit
“Beautiful, isn’t she, sir?”
“Aye, that she is.”
The only passenger of the small cargo freighter gazed out of the front viewport of the ship, to the massive construct that waited for him.
“Have you been on her before, Dr. Arcflame?”
Dr. Arcflame, Head Councillor of the Dragon Shadow Council and Head Doctor of Dragons of the Kaiser Board, smirked slightly.
“Once.” Torkos grunted. “I was only allowed a brief stay before returning planetside. This will be my first voyage, as it were.” The purple dragon grinned. His fused beak of teeth split the smile
“What’s the issue?” Zorath asked, pacing within his private chamber as he was opt to do. The whole room was stone, hewn with digging gear and all manner of tools, including claws. The floor was flat and smooth, unlike the most of the ceiling, to better accommodate the desk and chair Zorath used, along with a few other personal pieces of furniture.
The dragon sitting at his desk seemed completely at ease, despite being in the presence of one of the most dangerous beings in the world. It was a bright red, with an orange underbelly. Two glowing horns, striped cyan and blue, jutted out the back of his skull, pulsing with
Compare and Contrast by Torkos-Arcflame, literature
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Compare and Contrast
The Conduit was reopened with all speed. Blake had wondered at the portal’s closing, while Predaking was coming through no less, and sought to see Zorath directly. The foxes stared with undisguised interest at this human and powerful mage as Felicity found. No creatures like humans existed in their dimension, something Felicity had to explain. The dragons and Blake weren’t surprised. Dimensions worked in strange ways and were infinitely diverse. Blake took his leave shortly after everything was explained, knowing Shinkou and the others would need his help holding the portal open for what was coming. The human quickly departed,
“Alright,” Torkos finally muttered. “I’ll do it.” The purple dragon held out a claw, talons slightly curved.”Hand me the lasrifle,” he ordered, a backbone returning to his words. Edge planted the gun in the smaller dragon’s claw, and Torkos stepped out to retrieve the chestplate.
“What do you think, Teranus?” Edge asked when the dragon had left. The Black shot a look down the range as Torkos pulled down the chestplate form the mannequin’s grasp, his bony eye-ridges furrowed.
“I... Torkos did what he felt was necessary for the benefit of the Council, despite
Dragons threw themselves back into the fray.
Negadrake and Fanfir were back to back, holding off four beasts each. Negadrake checked blows, and anything that he blocked was cut off. Fanfir swept his axe into the gaps, dropping the wounded. Both were roaring battle cries, the sound more terrifying than the deepest battle drums.
Draconis was ordering dragons to open fire on enemy positions. He punctuated his words with searing fireballs that exploded with the force of a grenade. Metal and flesh in equal amounts melted away beneath the extreme heat. The tattoos along the upp
Torkos kneeled down by the wounded Arakod and proceeded to cut away at the torn membrane on his crest that was beyond saving. The big dragon dwarfed him, but Arakod’s deadly presence was lessened by the fact that he had been laid low. A severe skull fracture had turned into heavy swelling of skin along his muzzle, scales falling off the bruised flesh. Blood dripped freely from his muzzle where several teeth were broken or had fallen out, his mouth a mess of scratches. Coagulated vital fluids clogged up his nostrils and ears for both eardrums had burst, and a large portion of his hide was scorched black. Not even the naturally occurr
“Torkos, I want you to go, clean yourself up, and prepare for the attack. Make sure that your medical skills will be free at all times,” the Supreme Chancellor ordered as he, the Doctor, and the Lieutenant jogged back to the research station. The Doctor’s coat of blood wasn’t going anywhere, and Zorath worried it would hinder him during the fight. He learned from experience that it was best to be certain about these things.
The purple dragon broke away and headed towards Arakod. He was most likely going to double-check the dragon before cleaning what he could off his scales.
“Drohung, I want you to find
NO LONGER PAUSED! But slow by ThatOneSpazz, journal
NO LONGER PAUSED! But slow
WOW I am horrible at giving updates. :XD: This has been relevant for like, months now jeeze!
BUT YEA, I'm back up and running again~ !
As far as I can really tell, there are no "minor" updates to this so Imma just lay it all out for you peeps. XD
Firstly:
Tasha is doing ok, I no longer have a monstrous neck sprain and we are all doing fine!
Tasha is still a three-legged idiot. X'D But she's healing very slowly. She is using it more and putting genuine weight on it now, but there are still plenty of times she holds it up. It's very slow progress, but there IS progress! We just...Can't afford the surgery right now. Plus all the problems th
i'm sorry to say but it has come to this, i am warning others about an artist.
~Ghostwalker2061 (https://www.deviantart.com/ghostwalker2061) does not deliver on commissions.
i have had a commission in with this artist for over a year now and have yet to receive so much as a single WIP from her.
out of the 40 some odd postings of art on this site that she has posted this year, not one has been of any commissioned work.
back in October of 2018 i had talked about the commission i had with her, expressing my displeasure at having had no progress in close to a year and would have liked either a refund or something by the end of the year. 5 days before the end of the year i contacted