What original creature of fantasy could your imagination conjure?

Someone to love me :(
Without paying them, of course

A large snowy soft bird with a cushioned bed on its back that would carry me two years into the future.

I have the Untavar. It’s not really all that exciting looking, but I still think it’s kinda cool. It’s a fallen angel, banished from Heaven by God, who became a vampire after being banhammorzed. I got inspired by Satan and Dracula for that part. Dracula was a root vampire, as he was cursed with undeath by God, when Drac abandoned his faith after his wife died. And Satan for being a banished angel. So the Untavar is like that, God was all like, well you’re not only banished, but you’re also a vampire now. Bitch sack.
It’s like an angel vampire. So they’re really hot, and they have wings. And they’re all strong and shit. And even if they have to adhere to generic vampire rules, also being angels greatly pushes back their limits.
Actually, I’m sure there’s some anime out there that has those, but as far as I know, I created it myself.
The word untavar doesn’t mean anything as far as I know, but it came from lyrics in a song I kept mishearing that sounded like ’‘untavar’’.

When I was a kid I made up a story about a wizard named Belcrant, (a talking sword in a video game called Tales of Destiny and has absolutely nothing to do with Belgarath, I swear) who’s sole purpose in life was to destroy a dragon named Endless. (the name comes from the Breath of Fire series, I thought it was a good name, because basically, my dragon can never die) So the dragon isn’t really original, but he stood on his hind legs, had minotaur horns, and wielded a huge two bladed battle axe halberd thing. But about this dragon, he was like, at least 80 times bigger than Godzilla. I made him really huge, spewing fire and hacking down mountains with his axe. And this wizard, to this day, still hasn’t managed to defeat Endless, who only lives to destroy everything…:D

For a while there, a couple of years ago, when I was still fairly sick, I felt that I was a dragon. A dying dragon. I was probably around close to two thousand years old, but I had been sleeping in a cave for the last five hundred years. The cave was deep underground, and during the time I was sleeping, it had collapsed, pretty much immobilizing me, if I had found a way to wake and tried to move.

But I didn’t wake, although I had dreams in which it seemed like I was a human and the human kept telling stories about me as if he were me instead of me him. He was sick at the time, and his sickness gave him insight into things he wouldn’t normally see, or so he thought. In reality, I was showing him these visions because, finally, I had decided I didn’t want to die.

I will die, of course, fairly soon, if I don’t get out. I mean, for me it isn’t much time—a century or two, but if I don’t get out of this cave and find some sustenance, I’ll be dead in another couple of centuries, give or take.

The problem is that I can only be rescued by a fairly specific kind of young female. Like me, she is connected to a human who thinks she is her, when in fact it is the other way around. She is from the green people—I think they have many chloroplasts in their skin and they can live on sunlight for a long time, but not forever.

However, it is in her human guise that she has to come find me and figure out how to get me out of here, It’ll be a problem for her because once she goes underground, the clock starts ticking. She may be human, but she is soul-linked with the vertoure (the name they go by) or greenfarer (as they are known in the lands that speak English. So when the human goes underground, the vertoure is also cut off from sunlight, or if she is in it, she can get no benefit from it. One of the problems with developing this kind of connection with a human. You hook your life to theirs in some unexpected ways.

Most Greenfarers can only survive without sunlight for as much as two months. Some can last a few weeks longer, but that’s pretty much it. So once she goes underground, she’s go to get me out within a couple of months or she’ll die, and it is also possible that I will, too. I have been working for a few decades now to develop this secondary connection with the Greenfarer, and I don’t know if it would be possible for me to do it again, should she fail.

But if she succeeds, then my problems are only beginning. It has been a long time since this world has seen a live dragon, and things have changed greatly. I have a good deal of awareness of how they have changed because of my connection with my human. My linksage, as I think of him. It’s a bit silly to call him that, since it reminds me of sausage, but he is my connection to the world and he is a sage, too. I am often literal that way.

Anyway, I am going on too long. My story is actually pretty boring to everyone except me and maybe two or three others. And the third… not someone I like to think about. That’s a story for another day, though. Right now, I’ve said enough. Ok. The truth is that I can’t keep my eyes open any more. I’ll see you again when I wake up, in another month or two.

I’ve always wanted to write a story, and have repeatedly tried to, about a sentient storm. Normal storms are, basically, “alive.” Like living cells, they form a boundary between themselves and the outside world; they react to the environment; they have something like a metabolism; storms can even consume other storms to grow larger.

The Great Red Sport on Jupiter is a giant storm that has been “alive” for at least 300 years (since it was first spotted by early astronomers with crude telescopes), and possibly much longer. It is three times as large as Earth and regularly “eats” smaller storms that pass by. What if it had developed consciousnessness over its long life? How would it regard the tiny little monkeys that exist on the rocky planet closer to the sun, which it could eat in one bite? It would probably see us like we see ants. And we would probably see the GRS much like ancient humans imagined their gods, which they of course associated with storms to begin with.

The Oware look human but are immortal. All Oware seem to be around 25 years of age. There are at least three living in our world today and there may well be more. From time to time they will disappear and start up a new life so that no one notices that they cannot age. They are as beautiful as Gods walking the earth but they are completely asexual.

The Oware are wise, with a wisdom that goes back countless hundreds of thousands of years but their talk is always dull and boring lest it be suspected they are not human. They are immortal but they are not invulnerable and though they are careful over the uncountable centuries there have been accidents that have reduced their numbers.

If you should ever look in the eyes of an Oware you will never forget it. Their eyes are grey and contain great depths of sadness. Where they came from I do not know. Whether they are human mutants or alien castaways we do not know and if the Oware ever knew it they have now forgotten.