Re: Superhero Dragon Riders!
Posted: 27 Jun 2019, 20:44
Over on a small inlet near Berserker Island, the same strange phenomenon was happening. One moment, everything was peaceful and quiet (only because the inlet was just far enough away from Berserker Island where the constant chaos didn't affect it's atmosphere), and the next, a portal opened up in the sky.
It was strangely peaceful, more like water rippling through the blue sky, and would probably have sounded peaceful too, if not for the screaming of those who fell through.
First through the portal was a reddish-brown mutt, with scaly black-and-red dragon wings. She screamed, but the sound ended abruptly with a loud crunch as she hit the ground.
Behind her, a yellowish form followed. A golden retriever with similar wings plunged, and landed right on top of the mongrel.
Behind him was a brown-and-black mutt, then a silvery wolf-like dog, then a greyhound, followed by a rottweiler, and finally, a huge English Mastiff. It was not comfortable for any of them.
"Mammoth! Get off, you're crushing everyone!" The greyhound snapped, even more irritable than usual.
"Oh sure, put all the blame on me!" The mastiff grumbled as he worked his way off of the stack of dragondogs. "Winston was right under me, and he's not much lighter!" He gestured to the rottweiler he had just left behind on top of the stack.
Winston grumbled as well, but said nothing as he worked his way off the jumble of legs, wings, and tails.
The gray wolf-dog jumped off next, whimpering at the greyhound.
"Yeah, I'm good Sabertooth," the greyhound reassured him, "I'm sure my bones will heal in no time."
"You okay little bro?" Winston asked, glancing at the brown-and-black mutt.
"I'm alive, but I agree with Browneyes," he replied, gesturing to the greyhound with his muzzle. "I'm going to feel that tomorrow, for sure."
"Et tu, Muttley?" Mammoth growled.
"Be nice, guys. It's not like anyone's seriously hurt," the golden retriever said, as he stood up.
"Says the one who wasn't on the bottom," the brown mutt said, glaring at him.
"I was on top of you. Not much better, Laura," he growled back.
"Hey hey, can we put aside the petty arguments? Where the heck are we? And why did we just fall through a portal? Come on Quinn, Laura, you two are the alpha leaders, you should be telling us this, not the other way around!" Winston barked. The dragondogs always spoke in dog whenever they were in a strange place, although they could all speak human English, but they decided to leave their wings hanging close to their sides, in case a quick getaway was needed.
"All right, all right, you're right," Laura grudgingly conceded, stretching out her muscles and trying to sort out her sore bones.
"Well, I mean, we are dragondogs. Warping worlds is what we do," Quinn pointed out.
"Yeah, but usually on our own terms," Muttley whimpered, getting nervous.
"Okay, hold on, lemme see if I have an idea of where we are," Laura said, spreading her wings.
"Lemme know if you see any food, too," Mammoth called out.
"One thing at a time, Mammoth-breath," Browneyes smirked.
"Hey, it's the dragon world," Laura called down.
"You sure?" Winston asked.
"I've been here a lot, I'm sure. Berserker Island is just over there. C'mon, let's see if my old friends have an idea of what's going on," Laura called down.
The other dragondogs stretched their wings, and then took off, following Laura.
Before they could get too far, the portal reopened, and, almost as an afterthought, spluttered out a gray and white bundle. The disgruntled cat managed to angle herself and land on her feet.
"Of course, she gets a good landing," Mammoth grumbled.
"Hey Parsley, nice of you to join the party," Laura chuckled, swooping around to grab the only non-dragondog of the gang.
"What's going on?" Parsley yowled. Unlike the dragondogs, she was not a hybrid, just pure cat, with no special powers, and could only speak in animal dialect.
"That's what we're going to find out, Parse. C'mon," Laura replied, as the cat worked her way onto Laura's neck.
It was strangely peaceful, more like water rippling through the blue sky, and would probably have sounded peaceful too, if not for the screaming of those who fell through.
First through the portal was a reddish-brown mutt, with scaly black-and-red dragon wings. She screamed, but the sound ended abruptly with a loud crunch as she hit the ground.
Behind her, a yellowish form followed. A golden retriever with similar wings plunged, and landed right on top of the mongrel.
Behind him was a brown-and-black mutt, then a silvery wolf-like dog, then a greyhound, followed by a rottweiler, and finally, a huge English Mastiff. It was not comfortable for any of them.
"Mammoth! Get off, you're crushing everyone!" The greyhound snapped, even more irritable than usual.
"Oh sure, put all the blame on me!" The mastiff grumbled as he worked his way off of the stack of dragondogs. "Winston was right under me, and he's not much lighter!" He gestured to the rottweiler he had just left behind on top of the stack.
Winston grumbled as well, but said nothing as he worked his way off the jumble of legs, wings, and tails.
The gray wolf-dog jumped off next, whimpering at the greyhound.
"Yeah, I'm good Sabertooth," the greyhound reassured him, "I'm sure my bones will heal in no time."
"You okay little bro?" Winston asked, glancing at the brown-and-black mutt.
"I'm alive, but I agree with Browneyes," he replied, gesturing to the greyhound with his muzzle. "I'm going to feel that tomorrow, for sure."
"Et tu, Muttley?" Mammoth growled.
"Be nice, guys. It's not like anyone's seriously hurt," the golden retriever said, as he stood up.
"Says the one who wasn't on the bottom," the brown mutt said, glaring at him.
"I was on top of you. Not much better, Laura," he growled back.
"Hey hey, can we put aside the petty arguments? Where the heck are we? And why did we just fall through a portal? Come on Quinn, Laura, you two are the alpha leaders, you should be telling us this, not the other way around!" Winston barked. The dragondogs always spoke in dog whenever they were in a strange place, although they could all speak human English, but they decided to leave their wings hanging close to their sides, in case a quick getaway was needed.
"All right, all right, you're right," Laura grudgingly conceded, stretching out her muscles and trying to sort out her sore bones.
"Well, I mean, we are dragondogs. Warping worlds is what we do," Quinn pointed out.
"Yeah, but usually on our own terms," Muttley whimpered, getting nervous.
"Okay, hold on, lemme see if I have an idea of where we are," Laura said, spreading her wings.
"Lemme know if you see any food, too," Mammoth called out.
"One thing at a time, Mammoth-breath," Browneyes smirked.
"Hey, it's the dragon world," Laura called down.
"You sure?" Winston asked.
"I've been here a lot, I'm sure. Berserker Island is just over there. C'mon, let's see if my old friends have an idea of what's going on," Laura called down.
The other dragondogs stretched their wings, and then took off, following Laura.
Before they could get too far, the portal reopened, and, almost as an afterthought, spluttered out a gray and white bundle. The disgruntled cat managed to angle herself and land on her feet.
"Of course, she gets a good landing," Mammoth grumbled.
"Hey Parsley, nice of you to join the party," Laura chuckled, swooping around to grab the only non-dragondog of the gang.
"What's going on?" Parsley yowled. Unlike the dragondogs, she was not a hybrid, just pure cat, with no special powers, and could only speak in animal dialect.
"That's what we're going to find out, Parse. C'mon," Laura replied, as the cat worked her way onto Laura's neck.