"All my honour, it is yours to take." The dragon grinned as he stared up at Edge, his dull eyes gleamed dangerously, but even then the light within them was malicious and cruel. Lustful. Wanting, like how Charon may look at his king and desire his bed or Beezlebub would give him envious little glances and crave his power. All of these reflected clearly in the dragon's grey eyes as he took his king's hand and began to lead him toward the huge doors away from the maze. "Lead me, my king." He said softly, letting Edge guide him to where ever he may want. The white dragon wasn't picky.

 Along the way, they passed the library where Anemoli sat idly flipping through one of the books. Glancing up as the dragon lookedin. Grey and silver eyes met for a brief moment, acknowledging each other before the white dragon pulled Edge along, not wishing to dwell and waste more time.
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 Sleipnir was quiet for a moment, before his eyebrows furrowed and he tried; concentrating hard. Very slowly, a mist began to seep from his scales, white and cleansing. It ate away at the grime before it suddenly dissipated and Sleipnir friwned, trying and failing to conjor it up again. "I can't do it anymore, it doesn't wanna work." He said softly, disappointed in himself. He hugged Skylark back, Leo joining in the hug a moment later. Their family was growing in the weirdest ways, for better or for worse. They had lost a parent, but gained more brother and sisters in arms, at least Sleipnir liked to think so. The hydras were trustworthy enough with Daddy in charge.

 Daddy...he wondered how hydra was fairing...
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 "Well, it's your castle, lead on." He grinned, flipoing the gun back round and hins hands trembled before he fired the gun. Angled onky slightly up, the bullet missed Charon's head by a literal mere hair. Ferrum grinned, standing and reloading his gun. A wonderful end to that and a way to another. He kissed the muzzle of his gun, "Lead on, love. Lead on."