Skylark bit his lip, but shook his head. "No. We... we have nothing to go back to." His voice cracked as he started crying. "It... it hurts too much to think of Father or Daddy, s-so I don't wanna see them ever again!" The baby dragon hybrid sniffled sadly. To think, he was just so happy a few days ago. Father loved him, Daddy loved him, and he loved everyone. Then they left their home, and everything went wrong. 

"Leo.... I don't... What do you think is best? Right now, I'll let you decide, okay?" Skylark whispered, trying to consider the pros and coins of each outcome but could only think of Daddy.
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Hissing, the hydra of lust gripped his stomach, where Edge had scratched deep wounds. They would go away in a while, but he needed to catch up to his king... Blood bubbling in his throat, the male tried to be strong, to run with his wounds the way he saw everyone else do. But he couldn't. He could only press a hand to his stomach and hope none of his guts fell out. Even in a human form, Edge was... dangerous. But, didn't some people like dangerous? Maybe he should be more dangerous, too.

Slowly hobbling, the hydra eventually felt too tired to go on. Grumbling, he curled up and rested against the wall. He didn't care about dying' at least the pain would stop. But being frozen in his pain, in his suffering, all the while not knowing what happened outside of his view, was something he could not deal with. With a cough, Charon got on all fours. Now which way did his king run?
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"What feels wrong, sweetie? Feel empty when you're not being used by your little mate?" Terra retorted angrily. Spreading her copper wings, the girl sighed and held her breath as she ascended into the air and kicked open the window, making sure to stomp on the pieces of broken glass once inside. Her eyes panned around, seeing the tousled bed and smelling Ferrum's musk. Shameful. 

"I still cannot believe you were taken by a hydra," Terra continued, not dropping the subject. "Mating is sacred, Ferrum, to all dragons. To my kind it means children. To yours it is a competition, but an honor nonetheless. To give it to a hydra... With the likes you have just met, no less!"
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Sobbing and clutching a hand to his body, Edge tried to wipe away the blood under his fingernails. It smelled of iron. The blood was a dark blue, nearly black. The boy was huddled in a bookshelf. The library shelves were large, and the confused male was able to tear out a few books to hide inside a shelf. He could feel something was after him. And, poor little human, not knowing what he had done, just curled himself into a tinier ball.