Two Supporting Author's Stories

Okay, here are two stories by Tempest and Tallstar. Tallstar, if you don't mind, I will actually use your story idea to make an entire saga despite two others going on at the moment! (Hyrestia Tales and Crystal's Journey) because it actually fits with Savior's story! First one by Tallstar.

Far beyond the stretches of Jamaa, past forests and marshlands and beaches, one creature sat waiting. The animal sat in a grassy clearing, surrounded by towering trees. The sky was dark, the stars twinkling cruelly and the moon nowhere in sight.
The animal in the middle was large. A mane of golden hair that shone silver in the night fluffed from his head. He turned around and gave a mighty roar that shook the trees.
As if it had been a command, another smaller, lither, shape slunk from the trees. It was all black with yellow eyes with energy pulsing from them like the sun. The jaguar crept towards the lion in the center of the clearing and bowed his head.
“Night,” the lion said. His voice was deep and rough.
“Roar,” Night said, bowing his head again.
“You have situated the spies?” questioned Roar. 
“Yes. They are in position.”
“Good,” purred Roar. 
“Umm, how exactly do spies help us crush our enemies?” Night looked nervous to even ask the question.
Roar turned on him. “You don’t know?”
Reluctantly, Night shook his head.
“You are my most trustworthy servant. Yet you can’t even figure out the obvious!”
“I suppose you want me to tell you.”
“Those soft hearted Jammersi- Jammersi- Uh, forget it. They’ll take the spies in, of course, having all that pity for others. The spies can gather information for us. They’ll know where the animals never go, when they’re all asleep, the best way to surprise them- everything! And by next week- Jamaa will be no more…” 

So, the next one is by Tempest. Tallstar, your story is good, it almost made me want to loathe those lions. D=<

Gwen shifted in the squishy armchair that was more a lump than anything, it sat on fat squat legs and its bulging cushions puffed out around her as she sat down. She curled up nearly engulfed by the chair and took out her book. 
The fire made a whoof noise as a log shifted and fell onto the bed of coals, she poked her head out making sure no fire began to spread toward the shaggy carpet that might as well have been saying, “Light me on fire! Highly flammable stuff here!” 
She sank back into the cushions letting out a content sigh, and cracked open her book Dragons of Old. She loved reading about these dragons and often thought of seeing one flying over her small house with its rolling hills of grass and trees sprouting along the hills every once and awhile. With the warmth of the fire heating the over inflated chair her eyelids began to droop. She decided it was late and she did have to get up early to do farm work... She curled up tighter and sank deeper into the cushions, the cushions enfolded her, cradled her, and made her feel safe. She thought about the fierce dragons she had read about then drifted off to sleep. 
The fire burned low in the night and frantic ballerinas leaped across the walls as the shadows twisted in the dying light. Thump, something heavy was on the roof. The timber walls let out a long protesting creek. Dust fell down making Gwen sneeze and wake up. Just as she poked her head out of her protection of pillows a waterfall of dust poured down and the whole roof trembled then gave one last desperate shudder. All was still, then chaos rained down. The ceiling beams shook and trembled, one rattled and with an ear splitting crack fell in two to the ground. The chunk of ceiling it supported and piles of roof fell down and showered around Gwen and her chair, she curled up and burrowed into the pillows as deep as she could go, wishing for it to stop. A cold draft came from the new formed hole and the last remains of the fire went out, the house was plunged into darkness. All was still. Then breaking the cobwebs of silence a single, long, curling hiss echoed through the house, and she knew she wouldn’t be doing her farm work in the morning.

So, that one was by Tempest, for everyone to enjoy! Happy Jamming!