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Anonymous-Guy-3000 β Scorchwing
Published: 2021-04-12 22:27:06 +0000 UTC; Views: 2960; 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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He shakes his head again before laying down to get some good sleep.
He seems completely exhausted from the events of the day.
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Brandon then dismounts and pets Scorchwing. "I think I'll name you Scorchwing. It might fit you someday."
The next day, a rooster crowed as Brandon went inside the stables. He then fed the horses and then gave Scorchwing a few pieces of fish. "Rise and shine, partner! Here's breakfast!"
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Scorchwing is a bit of a slow starter, taking his time on the fish and enjoying the morning air as he wakes himself up.
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"I guess you're taking your time then. After that, you wanna help me with some farm chores?"
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He nods and picks up the pace, ready to be worked with in a matter of minutes.
He stands at the edge of his stall. He could easily bust out and come to you, but he doesnβt want to do that on day one.
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Brandon opens the stall door, and then takes something out. It was a new bitless bridle for him to wear. "This time, there isn't a bit that's gonna injure your mouth. You can wear this, and I can get my hands back on the reins. Can I?"
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He sniffs at it for a moment before nodding and gently bumping your chest with his head, very happy.
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"Haha, thanks partner." He puts on the bridle for Scorchwing to wear. It was finally something that wouldn't hurt his mouth. "You ever pulled a plow? I'm thinking of planting some vegetables."
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He thinks before shaking his head.
He hasnβt done it before, but heβs willing to try.
He steps out of his stall, standing at your side, waiting for orders.
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Brandon then takes Scorchwing out to the field, where the plowing equipment was waiting for him. He then puts it on Scorchwing's bareback. "You look strong enough to pull that. I'll be behind so I can plant the seeds."
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He nods and walks over to the plow, standing still and well for you to hook it up.
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He hooks it up to Scorchwing's tack. "Are you ready, partner?"
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He nods and starts to pull the plow along, giving you a perfectly straight till to throw seeds upon,
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Brandon throws in a handful of seeds in each hole in the row. "Whoa nelly, you sure can pull!"
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He gives a small and happy roar, proud of his innate skill.
He continues to plow the land, giving you ample room to plant as much as youβd like.
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Over 24 rows of vegetables were planted afterward. Later at noon, Brandon decided to ride on Scorchwing. "Alright, Scorch. You ready for our next ride? I'll have to hold on the reins that's attached to your new bridle." He later saddled up Scorchwing, and hopped on. He grabs on the reins and holds on to them. "Just take me wherever you like."
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Scorchwing nods and starts off at a brisk trot, new gear not causing any discomfort as he moves around in it.
He sniffs at the air for a moment before heading in a seemingly random direction.
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"Alright then, giddyup!" He readies himself as his dragon partner takes him to wherever he went.
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Scorchwing gallops along.
You hand on to the newer saddle much easier because heβs no where near as shaky as he was yesterday.
You soon reach a small set of bulls with some wild horses and dragons resting or grazing around.
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Brandon looks on at the separate herds. Of course, they lived on/near the farm. "Whoa, I think I know what you're getting at. You wanna practice driving a herd?"
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He nods, hoping his tracking skills impressed you as well, or that youβd like more dragons so he wasnβt alone.
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"I think those dragons look like you. Those manes, the horns... They're near the farm, so I guess we can round them up."
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He smiles and waits for orders.
Itβs his first time after all.
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"Let's round them up!" Brandon slighty kicks his sides, getting him to rear up as he briefly raises his free hand in the air. "Yeehaw!"
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Scorchwing bucks out with his hind legs a little as you kick him, but he quickly regains his composure, snorting and glaring back at you before galloping onward.
A warning to not do that again.
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Brandon steers him to where the dragons were. When they got near him, he yells to get the dragons rambled up. "Yah! Giddyup! Come on now! Hyah!"
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Scorchwing laps the herd of dragons as you instruct, pointing them back towards your land.
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The herd is then guided in the fields, then to a wide corral so that they could stop in. "Hoooooowee! We did it, buddy!" Brandon pets him and smiles.
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Scorchwing smiles and leans into the pats as he continues to walk around, making it easier to close the gates and get all set up,
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Brandon then closes the gate with the corralled dragons. He then explains why he chose to do this. "I guess I wanted them here so that they wouldn't suffer the same fate as you did. It might get them a while to get used to the farm, but I bet they'll like it here."
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He nods and watches them for a moment before easily jumping the fence and letting out a proud and loud roar, calling all of the dragonβs attention to him.
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The dragons look at Scorchwing, and then his rider. A bit intimidated by the roar, they then bow at his respect.
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He smiles and walks among them, smelling them each in them before gently nuzzling them, giving them his scent.
He is their leader now, and they understand that he is yours, and they are his.
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Brandon then seems to understand what was going on. "I guess we can all be family then. Probably a lot more helping claws."
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Scorchwing walks out of the herd, letting you dismount or give orders.
All of the dragons, including Scorchwing, need to be tagged and sorted a little so you donβt have 70 eggs on your hands in the next 20 days.
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"Alright, um... I might as well have to give you tags then. Come on now." He lead them to an empty large barn that was made for dragons. Each one went into their stall, and wore a small tag on one of their ears. As for Scorchwing... "You'll have to wear this yellow tag. I don't wanna pierce it through your ear, but I do want you to uh... wear it, as a collar. Yeah?"
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He nods and offers you his neck, not minding whichever you choose.
He will happily bear a collar and/or a tag for the man that saved his life.
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Brandon later puts the tag on a collar, and attaches it to Scorchwing's neck. "Not only are you like a ranch horse, but you can also be a large pet to have around. But mostly, you're my partner. And that's what matters." He hugs his neck.
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Scorchwing smiles and purrs a little as you hug him, wearing the collar with pride.
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"Alright, now that we got the dragons settled, how about we go for another ride?"
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He nods and steps out of his stall, ready to work for as long as you want him to.
Want to check out some of the other dragons, or just have them be a background mass?
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(Check them out.)
Brandon then gets back on the saddle. "Let's check 'em out, partner."
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Scorchwing trots through the barn and you pass by each of the dragons, all less well built then Scorchwing, but all impressive specimen none the less.
Their old leader, a black dragon who is the same size and build as Scorchwing, leans his head out to sniff at you as you pass.
Do you stop?
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Brandon pulls on the reins to have Scorchwing stop at where the black dragon was. He tips his hat. "Howdy there."
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The black dragon snorts a little as he looks up into your face, golden eyes sharp as he scans you over, wondering how Iβm the hell you managed to bond with Scorch.
Scorchwing snaps his jaws at the black beast as it snorts at you, promptly shutting it up.
Want to work with him for a while, or keep looking?
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"Hey now, he's just curious. Let's move on, cowpoke." He tugs on the reins to get him moving.
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Scorchwing continues along, passing by several other dragons before you see one that catches your eye.
A green dragon with blue eyes and a smaller frame who looks to be the same kind as Scorchwing.
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"Oh, that one's smaller. Wonder if he'd made a great ranch dragon. You know, to ride around on."
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Scorchwing walks over and locks eyes with the wrymling, who lets out a small roar with a smile, trying to get out of his stall to come closer to you two.
Care to work with him or keep looking?
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"He likes us. Maybe one day we'll work with him. Come on now, let's move on." He tugs the reins.
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