Swan Dragon part 4

This story is continued from Swan Dragon part 3.

The Beautiful Swan Dragon flew away in search of a New True Love. She landed at a small lake, empty of other birds. She was beat from the long flight and decided to rest there until her intuition guided her elsewhere. Soon afterward she discovered that she was sick. Not only was she sick, but her wing feathers had taken a beating. She inspected her flying feathers. They looked a little torn and frayed. Thankfully she ended her flight when she did. Now it was time heal and recuperate. 

Swan Dragon part 3

This story is continued from Swan Dragon part 2

The Scholarly Duck gets up in the morning with a brand new positive outlook. He is ready to accept that the Swan Dragon’s attention is flattering but very inappropriate. She, of course, does not know him and certainly cannot tell him who he is. Just to prove it, he decides to skip the morning paint. To prove a point.

With the confidence of a Demigod and a flare for the dramatic - opens the door and steps onto the porch. He looks around with pride. Smiles to himself. He preens a little bit. Fluffs up his feathers (imagining he looks big and strong). Full of self-satisfaction, and with a cool, calm and collected disposition - he lifts a foot as if to step off the porch and nonchalantly steps back inside. With the aura of pleasant purposefulness, he paints himself in all male duck colors (browns, grays, and greens), steps out of the house and goes about his day.

Swan Dragon part 2

Story continued from Swan Dragon.

After the Swan Dragon flew away, the Cool Scholarly Duck thought to himself ‘Good Riddance.’ As much as he didn’t want to think about her, the Swan Dragon, he found himself thinking about her all the time. He even found himself talking about her - to his horror. ‘I have to get ahold of myself.’ So he went back to his usual system of pushing her out of his mind. Her. The Swan Dragon. From time to time he catches himself remembering some special thing from their past. About her. The Swan Dragon. He immediately pushes her back out of his mind and finds a fellow male duck or cute girl duck to distract himself with. Then finds himself talking to them about the Swan Who Shall Not Be Named. All of his friends listened and gave encouraging words. Each of them felt a strange sense of jealousy towards the Swan Dragon they had never met, but took up so much of the Scholarly Duck’s attention. And they were each too polite to tell him to shut the fuck up. 

Swan Dragon

There once was a Swan. He thought he was a Duck. He lived in a Duck Pond. In the beginning he was very unhappy. He used to know this Swan Dragon who he loved very, very much. Whenever he thought of her, he used to grow very sad. She was very fierce. Her feathers had electric colors and her temper was so Hot! He used to think if he got too close she would actually spit out fire and burn him! But he knew her a long time ago. He knew her in the beginning in fact. But the beginning was such a long time ago, he forgot who she really was. He forgot who he was with her.