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Anonymous-Guy-3000 β Scorchwing
Published: 2021-04-12 22:27:06 +0000 UTC; Views: 2963; Favourites: 10; Downloads: 2
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This was drawn as a request by someone on one of the media platforms I used. I do know her, but I can't contact her anymore...Moving along, Scorchwing was a young dragon that lived his family somewhere in the wilderness. As he was in his teenage years, an ambush was orchestrated on him and the other dragons. Luckily, he was the only one who escaped until a group of cowboys had caught him with their lassos. He was raised on a ranch where he was constantly, and unfortunately used to be the next mount for any other cowboy that would ride him successfully. Scorchwing did learn to buck while examining the horses, and in doing so he threw off every rider that attempted. But when Brandon came along, there may be a chance where the young cowboy would try and soothe the wild dragon...
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Scorchwing slightly leans into the gentle hand, eyes closing as a low rumble similar to that of a catβs purr escapes him.
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"Awww, you'd be great with kids. Heh heh, you'd probably give them pony rides with that gentle look on your face, no?" He continues to pet him.
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He lets out a small roar as his tail, that was once used in selfdefense, now swishes behind him lazily.
He is completely calm and happy in this moment.
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Brandon chuckles, knowing that the formerly wild dragon had started to act like a real domesticated horse, or a ranch dog, maybe a house cat... or a bit of all three.
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Somewhere between them all honestly, but thatβs alright, you get the bonuses of all of them.
He soon stands and shakes his head, mane blowing slightly in the wind before he nudges you with his muzzle, the cold bull-ring complete dissonant with his calmer and more docile demeanor now.
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"And that ring on your nose... Guess that also makes you part bull as well. Oh you know, only in rodeos."
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He snorts a little at the joke, the smoke rolling from his nose now a mix of clearer smog and lighter grays as the fire in his heart and in his π: 0 β©: 1
They sit together for a while until it was time to head off. "Alrighty then," Brandon hops back on the saddle, grabs on the horn, "let's fly, bud! Giddyup!"
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He nods and starts off at a trot towards his old home, red scales shimmering in the afternoon sun.
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"Whoaaa, it's very huge! I mean, in meters." He looks in awe at his old home. There was a cave that resided near the luxurious grassy fields. "I guess that's where you slept."
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He nods and walks towards it, slowing down and taking deep breaths of the air into his nostrils.
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"Did your family live here? Or did they..."
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He takes one last deep breath before shuttering slightly, stopping at the mouth of the cave, but not going in for fear of what he may see.
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"What's the matter? Are they... umm-" The interior of the cave did have some objects inside. They were faint, yet white. Long, but not of life. Bones. Scorchwing's family perished.
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He turns and starts back away, breath deepening and slowly climbing in speed as Fire spews from his nostrils, head tossing and feet stomping, he slowly creeps back into his aggressive personality from just a few hours ago.
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"Whoa now, you're not gonna go all bucking bronco like again, are you?" He readies himself for the unexpected.
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He snorts and charges at some trees instead of bucking, easily destroying one to release his rage.
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Brandon holds onto the saddle horn, unsure of what happened until he realized what was the problem. "Whoa! Easy boy! Settle down- hey!"
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As soon as he smashes the tree he feels better, muscles relaxing as he shakes his head.
He bows down in his front knees, seeming to apologize.
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"Are you alright? It's okay buddy." He pets his mane, and then tells him what he thought what happened. "I'm sorry for your losses."
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He snorts and shakes his head, seeming ready to let go of this old home.
Itβs not his home anymore.
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Brandon then takes off his hat in respect. "I'm sorry bud. Well... I guess the only home you have left is the farm." He puts it back on. "Come on now. We can fly over the countryside and I'll point to find where my horse farm is. Giddy on up now, fella."
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He nods and stretches out his wings for the first time in years.
Theyβre under developed and heβll need some good training before heβs able to fly with any weight on his back.
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"You might wanna gallop first. Show me what you got, partner! Yeehaw!" He then changes his riding position. It is a mixture of western riding and that of a jockey's position.
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Scorchwing begins forward at a trot, then into a comfortable gallop, which you find a little tougher to hang onto.
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"Wish I brought a lasso!" He tightens his grip on the saddle, now with both hands clutching to it.
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You hang on and you soon see your farm land on the horizon.
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"Haha! There it is!" Brandon points over to the farm. "Can we fly down there, buddy? Maybe land in the barn over there."
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He leaps into a shaky glide as he spreads his wings, catching just enough air to let him float down for a while before going back to his gallop down the hill.
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Brandon then looks on at the grazing horses that notice the dragon. They don't scurry off, but they understand that Brandon is riding Scorchwing. "Howdy guys."
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Scorchwing sniffs at the closest horses, more curious then anything.
Heβs never been so close to them.
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One horse neighs and rears up in shock, but the other snorted to assure it that Brandon had tamed the dragon. "It might be a while before the horses get used to you. But you do have that mane though. If they want to accept you as their own, then you gotta act a little more... horse like. How about it?"
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He nods and lowers his head, a show of submissiveness.
He starts to pick at the grass, imitating what heβs seen the horses do.
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"I didn't know you were an omnivore. That is, if you do eat plants." He dismounts and pets his mane.
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Scorchwing leans into your touch, closing his eyes and smiling.
Heβs not, he was just trying to do what they did to be accepted.
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The horses looked at him, and they slowly sniff his hide and mane.
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He slows his breathing, matching that of the horses as he leans his neck up, sniffing back.
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"I guess you guys can all get along then."
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He smiles and looks back to you, gently bumping you with his muzzle, completely calm once more,
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"This is your new home, buddy. Our home. And we're all gonna take care of the farm together."
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He smiles before gently licking your cheek.
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He hugs his neck. "Today, you can rest up. Tomorrow, we'll work on some farm chores."
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He nods and looks around for a cave to claim as his home, while being ready to follow you if you have somewhere prepared.
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He goes inside the horse stables, and shows him an empty stall. "Here's a stall for you. It's spacious, there's loads of hay, and all of your saddle tack can be stored here."
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He smiles and bumps his head into you happily before going and laying down, very comfortable in his new and safe home.
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He then hops on top on him bareback. "And hopefully after our chores, we can do some riding together. Maybe a bit of rodeo rides, if you like."
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He shakes his head no to rodeo rides.
Heβs had more then his full of that for life.
He will try to behave for you, but sometimes when he gets angry or scared, old instincts kick in and he kicks out.
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"No? How about once every month? You can live life here like a ranch horse, and only once a month, you can be a bucking bronco. If you don't wanna buck, you can at least help me train for the rodeo. You can walk, trot, and gallop for those parts."
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He thinks for a moment before nodding.
He can help you train, but he doesnβt want to do with bucking Bronco shenaniganary.
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"I guess you aren't a bucker anyway. I mean, I did like that wild ride. You could throw off cowboys easily in rodeos like that. But if that's okay, then I'll ride bucking horses instead. ... Maybe you might change your mind."
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