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Welcome to On Leather Wings, a distinctive online event that invites you to explore the profound and captivating stories where dragons emerge as noble heroes and protectors. In this reimagining of the legendary creatures that have graced our myths and tales, we delve into narratives that redefine their role, showcasing their wisdom, bravery, and unwavering loyalty.

Dragons have long captured our imaginations, often depicted as fearsome beasts of destruction. Yet, throughout history, countless stories have painted them as wise guardians, imbued with a deep understanding of the world and its complexities. Through On Leather Wings, we strive to amplify these narratives, presenting a rich tapestry that highlights their noble aspects. Here, you will encounter dragons who are more than mere adversaries. Intricate relationships with humanity and other creatures weave these dragons into the fabric of their story worlds.

As we explore these stories, we will provide a platform for voices that bring fresh perspectives on dragons, allowing you to immerse yourself in tales where these magnificent beings soar not just through the skies, but also into the hearts of their companions. The narratives invite contemplation of themes such as sacrifice, the moral dilemmas faced by both humans and dragons, and the nature of heroism itself. Witness how these beings of immense power transcend their traditional portrayals to become protectors of the vulnerable and seekers of justice.

On Leather Wings provides a welcoming space for creatives and storytellers to share their innovative interpretations of dragon lore. Whether through fantasy novels, poetry, or visual art, the event encompasses a diverse array of media, encouraging participants to explore their own artistic expressions in relation to these legendary beings. As you journey through these creative works, observe how artists and writers breathe life into their dragon protagonists, showcasing their strength paired with vulnerability, and highlighting their role as mentors and allies in a world fraught with challenges.

Join us as we celebrate the imaginative possibilities that arise when we view dragons through a lens of admiration and respect. "Leather Wings" transforms our understanding of these incredible creatures, inviting you to envision a realm where we celebrate dragons as symbols of hope, wisdom, and resilience.

May the pages be turned and the stories unfold as we gather to honor the dragons who inspire us to rise above our fears. Together, we will uncover the myriad ways in which these formidable beings can uplift, nurture, and empower both fictional worlds and our realities. Welcome to a journey where dragons truly take flight, and where their legacies give wings to our own imagination.

On Leather Wings

In this scene, Pietas had waited all day for Cyken to arrive, and now that the man has come aboard the ship, Pietas is eager to reconnect. They're in Pietas's quarters, and they've seated themselves on a couch.

But Cyken wasn't here to reconnect, was he? No. He'd come to negotiate on behalf of his new love. The young immortal Pietas himself had created.

How utterly vexing.

With a hesitant motion, as if reaching out to a wild animal, Cyken pressed the back of his fingers against Pietas's cheek in a hand-kiss.

He leaned into the touch, and returned it. "I've missed you, Cyken."

"You haven't cut your hair."

No 'I've missed you too?' No 'I can't live without you?' No 'I need you more than air?' Or 'You are my soul's fire. Stay with me forever.' No, he got, "You haven't cut your hair." Cyken might as well have stabbed him.

The man picked up a strand of Pietas's hair and rubbed it between fingers and thumb. "I'm glad you kept your hair long. Such pure platinum. I like it down. Always have." Luc released him and sat back.

Pietas only cut it in preparation for battle; he'd worn it long far less than he'd like. "I'll cut it for the ritual when I judge your Changeling."

Cyken's visage remained impassive and unreadable. Those solid black eyes hid much, but Pietas had angered Cyken before. A long-familiar blaze of fury flickered across the man's face and disappeared.

Which told Pietas he'd scored a hit. Why didn't that feel like a victory? One leg tucked under himself, he faced Cyken.

"You talk first." Cyken gestured. "Since you claim to know what I'll say."

"You want me to exempt Izzorah from the fealty test." Pietas required the test of all immortals who followed him. The only proof of immortality was coming back from the dead.

Anyone with the courage to die to prove loyalty deserved a place at Pietas's side.

"You never let anyone skip. Everyone knows that."

"You're right, and I won't start now." Good, then. That was settled.

Cyken broke into a slow smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling, making him look far less deadly than Pietas knew him to be. Cyken had aged during this lifetime, giving his face character, and... What was the word... Gravitas. Nobility. Revealing the majestic warrior Pietas had fallen so deeply in love with.

The one he loved still.

"Pietas." Cyken reached over and clasped Pietas's left hand. A touch strong but gentle, commanding yet yielding. As it had been with them from the beginning. But this time, Cyken had clamped his entire hand over Pietas's, immobilizing him. Holding him in place. Shifting the power.

If Pietas pulled back his hand, he acknowledged the shift. If he did not, he acknowledged the shift. For him, lose/lose either way.

Shrewd of Cyken. And downright cold-blooded.