By: Daniel BurlisonPost-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi Fantasy--------------- Dana Awoke in the woods, or, at least, what she believed to be the woods, since she was looking up at treetops. A voice startled her "That was quite a nasty fall you took." She turned to look where the voice came from, but was halted by pain in her chest, she looked and saw that instead of a shirt, she had only a bra and a large bandage, which wrapped all the way around her waist and was bloodstained on one side. Then she saw the fur. It was like a thousand short circuits in her brain at the same time, she could remember her name, but not what she was, who she was, or how she got there, and for some odd reason, the orange bloodstain looked wrong to her. She looked at herself as best she could; quickly realizing she was an anthro, a fox to be exact. She looked again in the direction the voice came from, careful not to upset her wound, and she saw a dragon sitting next to a fire. Roa
A Father's guidanceA father's guidance.An old dragon was walking along in the woods with his son, as they walked, his son asked "Father, why is it we must hide from the humans?" He looked at his son and replied "Because they are dangerous." his son was confused "But how, they are small, weak, and live short lives." He stopped walking when he saw something, it was an anthill. He approached it and showed it to his son "Those ants are small and weak, and live short lives, running around all the time, seldom accomplishing much." he leaned over top of the hill and crushed several of the ants with his talon "You can easily kill many of them. But look what happens." as he pulled his talon away, thousands of ants swarmed the area his talon had been at, savagely attacking every other insect they came across, killing all in their wake. The son looked up at his father and said "I think I understand."