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Lilac shepherded the group further into the checkpoint, using the crowd as a guide since she didn’t exactly know where to go. As they traveled, Lilac felt the sting of contemptuous glares from the guards. The worrisome part is she and her friends aren’t the only ones receiving this treatment. No matter who they looked at, the guards seemed to be looking for an excuse to harass someone. Lilac even caught glimpses of people being shoved without provocation, and overheard whispers of slurs for migrants and such. As if it couldn’t feel worse, Lilac and company soon found themselves enveloped in an oppressive shadow. At first, L

The wind on her face, the roar of the engine, the smell of exhaust, Carol’s motorcycle brought her a special kind of freedom not many appreciate nowadays. Well, usually. This time, as Carol rides through Dragon Valley, the adrenaline is noticeably absent. Instead, Carol’s stomach turned at the thought of what’s going to happen next. If she didn’t have to focus on the dirt path in front of her, Carol would have gone crazy from the anxiety. The pressure of having a passenger also helps her focus, Milla had her scrawny little arms wrapped around Carol’s waist as she sat behind her. Occasionally, they hit a bump in

This mint flavored toothpaste doesn’t taste like mint, Lilac thought as she brushed her teeth over the bathroom sink. In fact, it doesn’t taste like anything. Lilac spit into the sink after deciding to stop early. She then let the sink run as she leaned on it and stared into the mirror. Lilac’s reflection stared back with half open eyes and a tired frown, her hair remained unkempt from bed. Bags and dark circles accented her eyes, and her face seems to have lost much of its color. Pitiful, fragile, not Lilac. Something stirred in Lilac, a dark and chilled pulse through her extremities, making her glare at her reflection. T

The bedroom door slowly opened, revealing a pajama clad Lilac. The dragon did a quick scan of the room. Carol’s already out like a light in her bunk, and Milla sat up in her little bed. With a smile, Lilac shut the door behind her, carefully so as no to disturb Carol, and approached Milla’s bed. The hound faced her and smiled back as Lilac knelt so they could be at eye level. “Goodnight,” Lilac whispered. Milla nodded and gave a goodnight of her own before laying down and pulling the covers over herself. Before Lilac could leave though, Milla got her attention. “Lilac?” Lilac’s heart skipped a bea

Zao’s Shopping Paradise, probably the tackiest mall to ever exist. Though Carol might only be thinking that because it’s owned by Mayor Zao, admittedly. The massive shopping center suffered minor damage during Brevon’s incursion. Thankfully, Carol led the group through an entrance quite a distance away from the damage sights, for which she received a quiet thanks from Lilac. “Wow! I forgot how huge this place is!” Milla announced as she sprinted ahead on all fours. This prompted Lilac to run after her with her arm outstretched. “Hey, wait! Don’t run off!” Carol sighed and shook her head befor

“Milla, you about ready?” “Coming, Lilac!” Satisfied with the answer, Lilac left the foot of the staircase and returned to the kitchen sink. By it rested one of her sky blue hearing aids. Her exposed right ear resembled a fish fin like appendage, but clearly underdeveloped, shriveled, and useless. A genetic blemish on an otherwise decent specimen of physical health. Without her hearing aids, Lilac could barely make out so much as a muffle from anything. Having only one on right now caused a distracting imbalance for the dragon. Still, gotta keep them clean! Lilac picked up her hearing aid and propped a finger under

Lilac didn't survive Brevon's machinations without scars. Carol finds out and agrees to keep it a secret from Milla, becoming Lilac's only solace. Fortuitously, Lilac receives an opportunity to get the help she needs. But our girls soon find themselves in over their heads once more, and as Lilac grows more desperate, Carol must do what she can to keep her from going over the edge. Ch. 1: Hide [DeviantArt] [FanFiction] [Ao3] Ch. 2: Deal [DeviantArt] [FanFiction] [Ao3] Ch. 3: Warning [DeviantArt] [Pt. 2] [FanFiction] [Ao3] Ch. 4: Opportunity [DeviantArt] [FanFiction] [Ao3] Ch. 5: Decision [DeviantArt] [FanFiction] [Ao3] Ch. 6: Sortie [Dev

No. Go away sunlight, Carol doesn’t want to get up yet. Curiously enough, the sunlight didn’t care. Carol stretched with a defeated groan. She usually needed to stay in until about lunch or so in order to be in a good mood, and with what happened with Lilac last night... Lilac! Carol ‘s eyes shot open as she scrambled out of bed. Memories from last night came flooding back; screaming, crying, lying, fear, depression. Have to check on Lilac, gotta make sure she’s okay. Once Carol climbed up to the top bunk, a relieved sigh escaped her as she set eyes on a peacefully sleeping Lilac. Lilac lay on her side facing Carol,

Rain bombarded a tree-house in the middle of Dragon Valley, its two occupants slept unaware. A pink dragon occupied the top bunk of a bunk bed inside, and a younger cream colored basset hound slept in a smaller bed in the far corner of the room. Nobody occupied the bottom bunk. For a time, nothing disturbed the two young girls as they slept. But then the dragon began to stir, she twitched and gasped in her sleep as she began tossing and turning. It didn't take long for her to start hyperventilating, tears leaked as she clawed at her sheets. After a few more seconds of panicked thrashing, her eyes snapped open with a sharp gasp. Her gaze dart