Edge had never really been masochistic. He did like it rough sometimes, but pain wasn't something he was fond of. In the past, he had been tortured and as a result, being pricked so much was enough to make him fidget uncomfortably. Ignoring it, the hydra took a deep breath. He needed to get his mate back, no matter the cost. 

Though he had been hugging the other male contentedly, what he finally said was enough to make the hydra look up in slight surprise. His violet eyes sparkled in mischief and amusement. He began to firmly caress the white dragon's tail as Edge stood on his tiptoes to get on the other's level. "Well then, White, let's go right now. Right here. Allow me to strip you of any honor you have left. "
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Skylark blinked cutely as Sleipnir kissed his forehead. He stared blankly at his brother for a few moments, remembering he promised to take care of him. They were both pretty grimy, but Skylark already had an idea. "Hey, Sleipnir , why don't you try to clean us off with your mist?" He asked experimentally. 

Sometimes it didn't feel like he was the big brother and Sleipnir was the little brother. Perhaps Skylark needed to be more responsible and protective. With a huff, he hugged his brother even tighter. Daddy and Father weren't with them, so he needed to hold on to whatever he had left. 
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Charon giggled and grabbed the gun, pointed it in Ferrum's mouth, and fired a blank. The situation was so dangerous and so heated. The hydra loved it. He was only slightly afraid of Anemoli, as he realized Ferrum most likely wouldn't kill him, but Anemoli most certainly wouldn't kill his brother. Would he? Charon was unfamiliar with some dragon customs, even though he was one at a time. 

"Heh... Didn't think you were the picky type." Charon made a move to get up. "Then we had better hurry and find a way out of here, eh?"