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 Traxt The Dragon is in. 2023. Bascially: Wry, being the doting woman of the manor that she is, tires to get Bob used to the idea that Traxt is going to be the guard of both their home and them. When Traxt goes along with Bob and his friends at the golf-coarse, Traxt is an instant classic among Bob's buddies. Much to the old boomer's dismay. (Wry is sitting at the dining table with her glasses on. Bob walks down-stairs and greets her in his full golf gear.) Bob: Good morning Gul. Wry: Oh good morning Bob dear. Leaving already? Don'tcha want anya' yer scrambled rasberries? Bob: Not this time Wry, the guys and I are going to stop at the juice shop before the holes. I just need to find my..... Wry: Oh, if yer lookin' fer yer sweater I washed it this morning. (She drapes it around Bob's shoulders.) Bob: Oh Wry, you're just too good for me. Wry: Oh hush. (She turns around to sip her cofee.) Is that why yer in such a hurry? Bob: No, I just wanna get ou

  When an Alligator and Croc walk into the same enclosure. 2023. They've both got it all, teeth to easily relegate any human's bones to blobs and blood-clots, eyes that can track anything even in clouded lightless nights, a roar that can shake the flimsy bridges built above their algae coated bodies of water, and a bite force that could out-rank a killer whale.  The Alligator and The Croc, both of them roll their nictating membranes at that stomach ache of a comparison they'll both unshruggably hear, but only can bite the other back to the waters they belly crawled from. Of coarse, the one to bring home the brag of the two would be, The Croc.  But why? Between both species' tails and osteoderms, theirs a rivalry and it's stingingly personal.                                                                This is the turbulent recollection of a then new croc in her then news enclosure, it was a spacious area though dripping with artificiality everywhere. This is the a

 (Comic Book Transcript.) Lacie Frilles has seen a lot for a woman in her late 20's. She never had the kucu

 C.2023 by Humidity Dragon. Some art is made by a.i. art app,        and some is made by the author of this blog. This story was written in the beginnings of October.              Like stories about dragons? This blog has got lots of other fantasy themed stories including comic books being drawn!  A lot of them about dragons, like this dragon here! One of them is the story of Traxt. Traxt is his name, and he's got a brand new gig.                                                                 T he castle Vrulcul. Book one of four.                             Their boat cracked with sound as it was pushed off the shallow salt by the two of them.with the bag cumbersome against her back Frildet jumped in landing painfully, if she could feel anything but the rush of finally casting off. It  bobbed in the darkness, Vruldet's jeans soaked as she walked to the small vessel with big expectations. Frildet helped the other woman into the b

  TRAXT THE DRAGON NEEDS HELP!) Traxt The Dragon's New gig, book 5, Chapter one. (Of coarse, it's another hot and humid costal night in the suburbs. Yet, Wry and Bob can't see the oak trees swaying in the night breeze, or hear how quiet their very small, and exclusive street is, all they can hear is the sound of Wry's relief at finally getting her secret kept now out, and Bob's disaproving out-rage at what the woman brushing her hair by the vanity is telling him. Wry, dressed in her pajamas, that mirror her style of classy and boutqie like brushes her long grey hair. Bob is on their bed under the thick green comphorter, stern as ever, but under his sterness....fear.) Bob: Your friend's daughter turning into.....that wasn't your fault! Wry, I won't have you making escuses for that dragon! Wry: But I'm not Bob. Her transformation was the result of a special type of potion, and well....it just so turned th

 The Adventures Of Crocess Cenelofie: Chapter One, Book 8. "3rd in command." 2nd-Gator: (Takes a slow sip of his pudding after Swampo has poured it for him at the kitchen bar.) Swampo:  So, that little human ain't so cut for the job, huh? 2nd-Gator: It's an adjustment, for the both of us, and I'd imagine everyone else on board.  Swampo: Yeah, I'd sure say. (he swigs from the same bottle he pours.) Not everyone can take somethin' so deamin'. Being bossed around by somethin' that don't even lay eggs. At least me or the others ain't gotta see her everyday. I don't know how you could do it, Osteo. 2nd-Gator: Oh now, as per my duties to the E.C.T.O.R. I must serve who's at the helm, no matter what their species. But I'd lying if I told you it wasn't a challenge even for me. Swampo: Yeah you know what they say about those creatures. They can't handle what we could, give her a few months she'll be gone outa here

The Adventures of Crocess Cenelofie, lone human to lead the crocs and gators of the E.C.T.O.R ship! "To Mend a Hippo's Heart." 2nd-Gator: Crocess....the time now is twenty point eleven thousand hours, that's when we start the day. Crocess: Helm of the ECTOR ship, Crocess reporting for duty in....five more minutes....2nd........ Crocess: Gator...........                                                   2nd-Gator: Ahem.....mm hmm....... 2nd-Gator: "Five more minutes" is the motto of lazies and lay-abouts. Crocess: Now, that you are now fully awake,  I would so hope,2nd Gator:I've saved time by already having Chef Swampo make the first meal of the morning. You can use this time he's cooking to get ready and looking the part of the ship's helm now. Hurry, hurry, the announcements must'nt be late! And let's knock off the shivering shall we? One of the repercussions of hav