>>always wear your invisible crown<< rellix

[seriously]

It was the dragon. Standing there in front of her. So big, so tall. It smelled of fresh smoke and looked hungry with it’s beady green eyes. Such a beautiful creature, such a shame that it brought so much danger to the community. Her community. Oria. It was a large kingdom that she had brought out of its ,mere disappearance, from disintegrating into the core of the Earth. It was rough and ragged when she’d first lain her brown eyes upon it, though Wren saw the beauty. The labrador retriever had that power to see the beauty in everything. Even this dragon which she had insisted on slaying herself instead of letting a hired knight that she had not wanted in the first place. The king had insisted, his last order before he ran from the land to assist the kingdom of another Province. The king had always been a helper to the other communities, which is why Wren was not surprised by his absence. “I’m so sorry large beast, but you have caused a disturbance in Oria.” Tiny voice spread like wildfire through the beasts sensitive lobes, his nostrils flared in anger and his head leaned back in a terrible scream of agony. He had yet to feel the worse of the pain coming, for she had yet to even inflict ham upon the body of the purple dragon. Each caramel eye became narrow as the squinted up at the sun, then back to the crowd of citizens who watched, apauled. Though everyone in this land knew that Wren always got her way, she was no spoiled brat though, she was a princess. One that did not act as though she was princess. Being pampered was the life she ran away from, being proper and dressed in a million diamonds was not her calling. Slaying dragons, swimming with sea monkeys, and flying to new lands with Chubbs was her cup of tea. Growling under her breath and taking a massive leap into the air, instantly feeling the weight of the violet pegasus underneath her, flying towards the neck of the beast. Her talons flew from each toe in anger and charged into the skin of the dragon “I’m so sorry, may your presence be forever hailed in heaven” The pup chimed as the dragon dissolved into the air, letting the lab relax, claws retreating into their home in her paws. The yellow youth jumped in victory “All hail the land of Oria!” She shouted, hopping down from the metal trash can and grabbing the perfectly sliced chunk of dragon meat that had been left, un-touched by the magical air. There she sat, gnawing away on the meat of the ‘dragon’ raccoon, a scratch across her face, marking her victory.

[? relic]

Hungry... oh, so hungry...

The presa mix dragged himself down the street wearily, cracked paw pads scraping against the road. So many confrontational males had been on his case lately, none seeming to relent. He didn't want trouble. He just wanted friends. But...maybe dogs like him didn't get friends. No one seemed to like him anymore. Females would grow angry when he didn't want to get intimate upon first meeting them, males called him every sexual orientation-based slur in the book, and pups were scared to death of him due to his gargantuan form. He couldn't win! He sighed and picked at the remains of a bird he'd stumbled upon. Stomach somewhat satisfied, he felt his strength return to him, and he stretched out his knotted muscles. As shapes of every hue spiraled toward him and smacked him in the face, he wandered toward their location in a disoriented state. "Hullooo?" he slurred, the shapes messing with his thoughts. He found a cute yellow labrador puppy on top of some garbage cans, gnawing on...a raccoon? Panic set in, and he barreled towards the infant. "No, no! Don't eat that!" He gently grabbed the pup's scruff in his jaws and lifted her effortlessly, moving her away from the carcass and kicking it away. He set her down on the ground and stared at her worriedly. "Didn't anyone ever tell you those things are riddled with disease? You could get heartworms, tapeworms, maybe even rabies!" he sighed deeply and tried to calm his racing heart. "Come on, let's go find something that won't hurt you." He nodded his head toward the woods.

words: 272 Dx
tags: Wren
location: Bumble Bee Cinema
muse: Love the Way You Lie pt. 2 - Rhianna & Eminem; Airplanes - B.O.B. & Hailey Williams;
notes: ermagerd this... I originally wrote something much better that involved him teaching her about the dangerous chemicals in dragon bodies as a cover up for revealing that it was really a raccoon that she had battled, but then I realized that he would have absolutely NO idea that she thought it was a dragon yet, and... ugh. I'm sorry. ;-;

[seriously]

At first the pp did not even see the massive male approach her, nor did the fact that each of the four dainty paws that belonged to her were slightly levitating above the pavement below. It took a second to register the voice as well, for the labrador retriever had already made her way along into a world that belonged to only her with no awareness of the surroundings. It was the rumble of male vocal cords in which first alarmed her, though the voice was caring with a hint of nervousness. Playing the words over and over again before getting them to fit into a decent sounding sentence that she had not heard entirely, Wren's face fell. "What raccoon?" Her head attempted to cock to the left, though his ivory canines had her neck caught too tightly for her neck or cranium to move. Whimpering with utter confusion, glancing around rapidly, "I don't know what you are talking about mister, dragons cannot hurt princesses." Each tiny soprano note floated from her throat, soft and scared. Though it did not show, the alarm was not present on her expression which was merely consisting of slight anger and confusion. Princesses never showed any signs of being scared. If they did it also showed the weakness not only of the royalty herself, but the land in which she presented. Wren was the leader, founder, and symbol of a land in the name of Oria, after a sister of hers which was hidden in the past. Oria, a chocolate lab had been the largest of the females in the litter, who showed no weakness, but much strength which Wren had always admired. Hence the name, it was symbolism of strength, courage, and desire to please none but themselves. Closing her eyes and imagining herself turning into nothing but goo, sifting right through the teeth of this male and onto the ground, somehow the labrador puppy managed to twist her way out of her mouth in the real world as well. "Are you friend or foe?" she snapped, cocking her head fully this time, making sure to put her face right up to his which could only be done if the youth stood on only her back paws, propping the front half of her body on the trash can she knocked over in completing her original task of defeating the monstrosity that was a dragon invading upon Orian territory. Now she had another intruder to take care of, maybe a new member? Or possibly a new enemy? Either way it was the princess herself who would be designated to determine which category to sort the pit bull mix into.