Noire's eyebrows arched. "Why would I kill myself? Think, you little shit!" There were murmurs of agreement from both December and Blizzard. 

"Then just poof like the clouds!" Terra screamed, tired of the hydra's incompetence. Everything was a game to them. Even when their lives were at stake, they would rather deceive, even with no reward. 

"Poof...?" December asked, question mark audible in her voice. What could the dragons be babbling about now? The issue with the elders was that they loved to talk. All they did was force their own opinion and never listen, especially when they were wrong. She couldn't stand those who never listened. 
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The young dragon's heart began to race , until his brother spoke. Sleipnir was like a tranquilizer to him, calm words being more than enough to cloud his rage and temper his sorrows. The grey dragon's head gently touched to the ground as he felt his twin's thoughts wash over him. They were nice. Comforting, abstract, and intangible little messages his brother gave to him. He almost felt like... like dozing off. That is, until a strange pain wracked his posterior and he roared in pain, unable to burst forward even with panic on his side. Rational thought fading, the baby dragon squirmed even more, flapping his wings in addition to writhing his six legs. Sleipnir would have to try something else if they were going to get out before Father caught them.