Veloketari is a character I’ve had in mind for awhile and finally decided to develop a little. Here is the first short story I’ve come up for her.
She sat regally upon her throne clad in her black, red, and dark blue dragon scale armor, her chest, arms, and legs wrapped in white dragon leather. Wild eyes round with excitement. Her two most trusted guard dragons fought over the latest intruder. They had been with her from the very beginning. They had practically raised her, made her their own. Bestowed upon her the name Veloketari, the Fire Queen of Dragons. Fire had been her first gift. And she excelled with that element.
She couldn’t remember her birth name. Honestly didn’t think she had one. She couldn’t remember anything before the dragons. But none of that mattered. That was her past. Her present was far more delicious. She stroked the small dragon in her lap as it rumbled contentedly. Patted the one perched on her shoulders.
The two large creatures finally settled on ripping the unlucky knight in half. Their talons easily picked away the armor. It took mere seconds for them to swallow their treat whole. They then began lapping up the blood so as their queen shouldn’t step in it.
Veloketari sighed, gracefully rising from her rarely used seat of power, carrying the baby dragon that was in her lap. Her bare feet carried her across the smooth stone of the massive throne room as the two black dragons guided her around what remained of the blood bath. She smiled at their concern. Kissed the snout of the one closest to her.
Both flanked her now. They all stared at the lusciously colored paradise that stretched out before them. She cocked a brow. How many useless knights, princes, and other lowly fleshlings tried to invade her castle and lands? How many morons sought to slay her family? Of course, none of them had come close to succeeding. Every single one had been eaten.
The lands had been selected and care for by the Veterrimis, the Ancient Ones. They wanted a realm for dragons and dragons only. The generations since had kept it that way.
An evil smile caressed her lips. She did enjoy destruction. Her toes curled around the edge of the outcropping that had been built above the highest waterfall. Water gushed forth then plummeted a few thousand feet, feeding the river below.
She set the small dragon down and nudged the other one off her shoulders. Something had to be done about the growing number of trespassers. She gave a shrill whistle. Counted to ten. Then spread out her arms and free fell off the ledge.
The pair of black dragons launched into the air and stayed near their queen until a bright blue dragon with jade green wings and magenta and purple underbelly scales soared in. Flattening her lime green back fins, Kliiera glided underneath Veloketari, who landed perfectly on her back.
Veloketari leaned against her dragon’s neck as they dove. Braced herself when Kliiera spread her wings. We must go to the council, she mentally spoke, not wishing to yell over the rushing wind. I must speak with them regarding the insolent fleshlings. They act as though they want war.
Kliiera gave a slight nod and pushed onward, acknowledging the black dragons as they settled on flying beside her.
The queen’s multi-colored eyes burned. I will bring them war. War and destruction, since that is what they seek.