Dragons - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The dragon sits on gold because those whom come for it are the false knights of greed and vice, the ones every dragon has been tasked with exterminating. The treasure is bait, no more. The dragon is the patient fisherman. Greed and vanity are both the hook and the reel.
The ridiculous thing of the dragons and the knights, is that the dragon is bound by honour to protect a true knight whom speaks with love as the ancient of days knew it. He will not seek any treasure other than love. He will always protect those whom need protection. He is brave until the end. For all true animals of creation are this way, dragons included. The real problem with the knights is that since the death of King Arthur, since the loss of excalibur, they had become creatures of greed and war, far from the nobility they should have carried. Yet the dragon cares not for the fancy armour or the expensive thread, he sees the real heart and responds appropriately. Vice cannot hide from dragon eyes.
The dragons have their duty and their code, for they see the world of men as a tale of greed. Their job is to take away the false treasures in the hope that mankind will learn once again to treasure creation and one another.
The dragons knew that man was no more than they, for what is a man that will sacrifice a woman instead of fight? All were dragons within. Whom would become a knight in an era when it cowardice had become so normal? Indeed, man had less of a moral code than they, for at least dragon-kind would never do such a terrible thing to another dragon.
Behind these eyes of dragonish glare, in a language carved before the age of ice, is the mind of the serpent king, the beast of the darkened cave. And because I cannot abide your words, those sounds that flame too hot for this blood, I seek to end all that you are and prevent anything you could be. This is the way of dragons and seek not to make me what you are.
The dragons never appeared to have grown from anything at all. Moira said she thought they weren't born but carved. Perhaps once they were mountains, content to slumber, until the keen edge of a knife woke their dragonish ways. Perhaps she was right, for they were so very grey, almost as if they were something missing rather than present. It was as if they had found ways to be a little satisfied with food or a sun-warmed rock, yet happiness and joy eluded them. I'd like to think that to fly brings them a pleasure, to play in pristine air, to twist as a rollercoaster without the bother of rails.
The dragons had a way about them, a slowness and grace. In the summer sun they would be out there on the rocks, taking the warmth in through their scales. They would doze that way for hours and perhaps that is how they feel happy, resting just so. In the wintry weather they hibernated, having fed on elk in the autumn. We'd know when they awoke by the calling in the hills, those deep voices, beautiful in their rawness, echoing from the rocks. No matter how often we saw them fly, arcing with outstretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, we held our breath for a moment, eyes wide. They were kites without strings, celebrations of freedom with each rhythmic beat. Nana always said they were the first sure sign of spring, more than all the flowers and new buds.
The tales of the knights aren't quite the same in dragonese. They tell of living in the caves, of a life of peace until the ones clad in metal came, the men of cold eyes and cold blades. They tell of a frenzy in the ones of two legs, how they took even the teeth from their dead and wore them as a decoration. Perhaps that is why we think of their eyes as cold, for they only reflect what they see in us. It took someone special to change all that, brave and kind, that was my sister, Amanda. She watched so patiently until there was a chance to help, to save a baby and show her heart. She would say that after that their eyes were every green of every forest, liquid and alive. So many thought her foolish, to risk so much, but she saw it the other way around - that it was foolish to surrender to war when peace was there for the taking.