lol sorry, just felt like putting the lenny face Anyway, so I recently revealed that I was writing a story. @TheScratchAnimator kept asking me to reveal the plot, and they were like dying for it, so... here it is. No title yet. [Prologue] ~Neera~ Knock, knock, knock. The driffin Neera rushed to the door, opening it with one clawed hand. A messenger stood outside the door. “Message from King Ominar, ma’am.” The adult driffin looked down at the slip of paper in the dragon’s claws. “All driffins are to be out of the country by sundown, for being a factor in causing the Great War… What?!? Us causing the war? What is he thinking?!?” The messenger shrugged. “I don’t know what he’s thinking. I’m just a messenger.” Neera realized this creature was very literal. She continued reading. “Any driffin found inside the kingdom by sundown will be enslaved to work on the King’s winter palace or any other building projects…” Driffins. They were strange cousins of the dragon that had fur instead of scales, fluffy light wings that were only capable of gliding, claws more like a cat’s, and no fire. By this time, Neera’s mate, Riem, was reading over her shoulder. “B-But…” Neera stammered. Enslaved means being beaten, whipped, and possibly killed for a simple thing like talking after curfew! Neera nodded to the messenger, dismissing him. “Riem, we have to move. We can’t let our future children be born into a life of slavery.” He nodded. “Let’s go.” nuuuuu stealing the work, please!!!! I'm a big police on that.
