Sveiand smirked as the will of Dra and Rós overcame their obnoxious third head. He really enjoyed the novelty of the hydra-god’s unique physiology and accompanying psychology. Combined with the fatally beautiful winters they created together, the Cold One really did admire his reptilian brother. Even in spite of that gobby third head. However, he was dismayed at the lack of Naswaru’s contribution, but nodded at his sage conclusion. Like both himself and Oao, the hunter had always kept to himself, preferring the wilderness and company of his beasts in contrast to the pettiness of humankind and the other divine. He wasn’t primeval though and always spoke with disarming clarity and precision for the fear evoking beast he presented as.
As one set of gigantic leathery wings retreated into the distance he turned to the owner of a far large pair along with three heads. “Shall we go catch a dragon?” he growled before launching himself upwards, the enormous bear disintegrating first into a flurry of snow and then a myriad of colored lights as he soared as an aurora towards Ystra’s lair.
With Naswaru declining the offer, much to the displeasure of Dra and Rós, the weather god would have to go along with Sveiand alone. Regardless, they had their fun with the Hunting God already and now they shall place themselves into a new hunting duo. With the giant bear hithering them to come alone, the three heads nodded in unison, cackling in glee, as their massive wings launched them straight into the thunderous heavens above. They begin to follow the brilliant lights of the aurora as the winds began to shift once more. The storm began to disperse from the forest, as the rains stopped and the lightning ceasing to cast its divine shock. The fauna below would slowly emerge from the depths of the woods, burrows, and trees, as they go back to their daily lives. Yet it wouldn't be without a small parting gift left by Drakaiós' departure - a brief spine-chilling breeze.
Within seconds of their arrival the temperature had plummeted, the warmth emanating from the mountainous cavern extinguished. He knew this would draw out the beast in puzzlement whilst also empowering his trusted ally.
Winter had arrived early and, upon reaching their destination, a harsh blizzard covered the surrounding area with a cold embrace. The winds were incredibly fierce here, yet it wouldn't affect Drakairós as they sped up towards the dragon in the far distance. It was Rós' turn to tamper with the weather and he was already beginning to enjoy himself."Finally."
the right head sighed with a guttural purr of content, "The cold should allow it to sap the dragon's full potential considerably. It won't know what hit him."
Yet as the head reveled in this approaching cold front, the opposite head wasn't as thrilled to be in this situation."I-I HATE T-TH-THIS!"
Kai roars through his chattering teeth, "WHY MUST IT BE COLD? WHY CAN'T WE SET THIS PLACE AFLAME???""Because that would empower the dragon even further, you dolt."
hisses Rós with a snarl."BUT WHAT ABOUT THE SAYING "BEAT FIRE WITH FIRE"?!""Not in a literal sense you uneducated fool...""YOU'RE UNEDUCATED! I WANT TO GO HOME!"
Kai then attempts to knock his head on Dra's long neck."UNMERGE US! I WANT TO GO TAKE A LAVA BATH!""Enough clamoring - we're here."
Dra announces as they get closer and closer to the giant creature in the distance.
By that time, the Verzakian dragon had caught sight of their scent and had turned around to bellow at the invading duo through the thick storm. It was up to the giant three-headed dragon to do most of the brunt work and make an opening for the God of Ice to do his damage. As the opposing dragon began to charge his fiery breath, it was time for the battle to commence."Brace yourselves!"
the middle head roared hastily, "Prepare to unmerge! We'll restrain the beast long enough for our Ice God to do as he pleases""THAT'S WHAT I JUST SUGGES~!"
Too late to finish, the plasma breath fires as its burning beam of orange and yellow fly straight towards the Weather God."Now!"
Before the beam could hit them, the hydra's body flashed in a body of light as the heads separated into three long glowing golden bodies. These serpents easily avoided the blast and were already separating into the blizzard for cover. With each head in attack formation the dragons remained virtually unseen as they made their way closer and closer to their opponent. Once in position, they made a sudden beeline towards the fiery mass and began to coil around him. Once they coiled once, each head clamped down on a certain part of their prey -Kai bit its right shoulder, Rós it's left thigh, and Dra went straight for it's neck. The long serpants began constricting around the Verzakian dragon, like golden tinsels surrounding a Christmas tree
, bearing the intense heat as they began restraining it. Only Kai was able to suck the intense heat into his body, utilizing the magma to fuel his gut, whilst Dra and Rós inject the "anti-freeze" into the creature's body in an attempt to freeze it.
A pale figure emerged from the flurries of snow, floating gently down to step in front of the foaming jaws. The handsome figure was dwarfed by the gargantuan beasts before him and yet showed only calm on his clean cut visage - a slightly raised eyebrow the only hint of the intrigue that simmered beneath. His head cocked to one side and the storm abruptly stopped. The snowflakes seemingly frozen in mid air. The temperature had plummeted, far below anything even the god of winter had summoned before. His eyes narrowed as the settled snow coating the ground animated itself into two large claws of ice. The claws slowly prized the jaws of the beast open, Drakairós lessening his grip slightly. The fiery blast that ensued from the reptilian maw merely petered out as the flames died in the sub-zero atmosphere. Only then did the Cold One grant himself a wry grin that played along his lips.
He reached into the dragon with his powers and felt the source of her endless fury and unprompted rage. He grasped at the inner fire and twisted it with his own majesty. The flames within, whilst forged from Ragnagedon’s magma themselves, were no match for the raw unbridled power of their creator’s true anthesis. She was hurting in every way and he was to be her saviour. The beast writhed in turmoil before closing its eyes, seemingly at peace. The scales shimmered into a pale white while a blessing from Rós led to a second pair of wings budding and bursting forth from her back. The internal changes were no less impressive, the god of winter creating a clutch of primed eggs within her ovaries, ready to lay. If his brother was the father of dragons then he could be the mother no?
When Sveiand removed his torso from the monstrous maw the eyes flicked open once more. Yet they were no longer a burning orange, dulled with animalistic rage. No. They were now bright, piercing blue and sparkling with a new-found intelligence.