Nuzzling against Leo and Sleipnir, he tried to feign a sense of safety. If only he could fool himself so completely, into thinking everything would be okay. He wished he could go back to the few days when Daddy and Father loved, if not each other, them. It felt like a dream, but he also felt his heart maturing. Maybe one day, he imagined, he would meet another dragon and find a real mate. One day he would be happy. It wasn't a maybe in his mind. From now on, he would have to protect his brother. 

Frowning deeply, Skylark wanted to grab the sock and throw it, but at the same time he didn't want to hurt Sleipnir , so he just kept his hands to himself, "You aren't keeping that, are you?" Skylark snorted a little meaner than intended. Wrapping tiny wings around his brother, the grey-haired dragon's thin skin felt strangely sensitive. It was most likely because he never really spread his wings around Edge. Well, when Edge was human. It was sad Path wouldn't teach him to fly. That was a tradition among many dragons, that the father would teach his sons to soar. 

Nodding once to Leo, Skylark let him know they were ready. 
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Sighing as he was once again left alone, Charon collapsed onto his bed. Ferrum had left, and he didn't feel like dressing or running around the castle naked. He had done it before, but it was just so tiring... After all, half of them had been imprisoned. Was Edge planning on doing anything about it? He bit his lip in thought. His king cared, right? 

They couldn't just make more dragons. They needed the hydra they already had. And just how many of them had survived? He and Noire, probably Beelzebub and most certainly Edge. December and Forte were goners, though, and who knows who else. He hadn't heard from Leo or Blizzard... sighing in defeat, the hydra of lust lied down and tried to fall asleep.
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"I... never would I have thought I'd be seeing it alive. And in such a... dubious place, no less. This is the Ygdrassil, Ferrum. The great world tree." The earth beneath them tremored as he leaned down to gently stroke the surface of Regnum's prison. "I... didn't make these to be temporary. You know that." She whispered.