TRIBE-98: Drakon

He stood there, staring intensely at his father. The old man was sitting on the rug, with food worth ten meals in front of him, eating rabbit after rabbit and uncontrollably drinking booze. His mother was sitting in the back of the room, a dark shade falling on the upper side of her face, making her expression indistinguishable, but he knew she was probably expressionless like always. Drakon could feel hatred like rivers of burning fire flowing out of his eyes, flooding the room and...

The sound of the fire accompanied the giggles of the children. An old healer approached the fire, and with the light coming from below whispered: ‘Whooooo wants to hear the story of the great King Titan?’ Titan was a legendary king that all grifix knew the name of. Fillies included. Still, Drakon hadn’t heard his story yet. Even though he usually kept his distance from other fillies, he approached the fire along with the others this time. ...

The two colts left the tribe chatting friendly. It wasn’t too often that they got to spend time together, hunting carelessly like that. Since Forest Fang got chosen a...