Poor unwitting dragons. They did not know their fate though perhaps December had already said enough. Separated the moment they were taken, they were taken to the last safe haven there was, a way far from the rotting earth, it's last hope gone. Strapped and shuffled down the blindingly white corridor, they would find their own wonderful rooms awaiting them. Each with their own custom adjustments as the white dragon saw fit; a wonderfully cold room for Regnum, misted to perfection, the opposite for Sanare, a metal entrapment for Sila, a room full of shattered glass for the vainest hydra, the cutest contraption of food sealed away to tempt the starving Blizzard, for Forte, a tiny cramped suffocating space, Anemoli, a sweet room of knowledge...and as for wonderful little December, well it didn't matter what he made her room to be for she would be the scientist's fondest experiment. She should be grateful, she would revered like the great oracle she had once been. The one everyone would turn to for all their answers, only this time he gave her the grace of having no escape. As for the others, the king had other plans for them. He could not have his army without a few generals or perhaps, he would just rebuild Edge's wonderful little harem... ------ "So I guess we're together now, huh?" Regnum panted softly, eyes closed, Edge drawn up close against his body, pleasantly tingling and covered in a sheen of sweat. He chuckled, "You know I'm only supposed to have this room for a little while, They're probably wondering where I am out there..you wanna explain?" He muttered, pressing a kiss against Edge's neck. Staring down and rubbing his shoulder affectionately. Such wasted moments, the dragon had grown out of, matured after they had parted. Edge had not. ------- [i] "What about Near?" "You must forget him, my child. The grass has thinned," A cough, "we must move onto...greener pastures.." "But I don't want to go." "We must." "I don't want to ever forget." "We'll be friends forever?" "Till the day I die, Relin, we'll be friends forever." "Then don't die. Ever." "Heh, if you do the same, promise?" "Promise." [/i] [b] "Oh Relin, what a wonderful imagination you have, don't you know? You've always been king."[/b] ------- "Give me my children, won't you?" He shouted up rather condescendingly, Sleipnir as agitated as his brother, struggled in Leo's grasp. Unfortunately Leo could not keep hold of two struggling toddler sized young ones, desperate to see their father. Before he knew it, they had slipped right out of his grasp like soap when someone held on too hard. No need to say Leo was in frenzied panic as he dived back down, the dragons hot on his tail. Sleipnir found himself in Leo's arms one minute and falling down long flights of stairs the next. Too surprised to wail, he flailed his arms, the air rushing past him. His tiny wings flapping uselessly as the ceiling got further and further away. He tried to reach out for his brother, but grasped only air. Too young perhaps to fully realize that height was proportional to how hard you hit the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut, expecting no more than a bad bruise. Luckily, he found himself held against a soft warmth. Skylark squished next to him, he opened his eyes an shouted gleefully, "Father!" "My children." The dragon replied curtly, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. He glanced over at Skylark and gently pressed a claw against his mouth, carefully cutting away the sticky threads of sap, "My my, how do they treat you..." He muttered, glancing up as the others finally reached the bottom. Leo relieved, but anxious as he watched the dragon handle the twins. He didn't care if he was their father or their brother or their goddamn fiancée! He didn't trust him, stepping forward, wings glared as he bared his teeth, growling at the dragon, who answered with a smile. "Now, now, don't upset the children, we wouldn't want them...hurt by your acts of hostility. I honestly think, it would be easier on them, if you just came quietly, don't you think?" He ran a hand through Skylark's hair, ruffling it, "Definetely, I wouldn't want anything to befall them..." He pressed a kiss against Sleipnir soft cheek, completely healed after their last meeting. Wonderful that he had inherited his Daddy's immune system. More to study...more to keep from usurping his throne. Leo turned and shared a look with the others, their own telling too much of their own hopelessness, of what they couldn't do. The dragon smirked, he didn't need their permission, only their hesitation. They went down like flies in the cold when the first arrow stroked them, whizzing past the dragon. His eyes glowed as he turned, "Bring them back, come now, let us go home."