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Yup! Don't mind illusion edge though, you can control him if you want, just to mess around with Path's mind and sanity.
"He is not a god..." The dragon muttered softly, eyes fixed on the ground, "If anything, he is more like us than he is not. I will bear full responsibility for his mistakes, but I will always put our kind first. Give me a chance, should anything go wrong, I will be sure to right it at once. Just give me a chance...give him a chance, us." He said softly, the closest that the dragon would ever come to pleading. Looking up as the elders shared looks with one another. Then all turning to their leader for guidance, a stern white, eyes of molten gold and mouth set in a stern tight line, surely, he appealed to him.
The white dragons, a powerful breed, had been...dwindling in number. As had all races as the humans started to coat the earth, however, none had been so greatly affected than the whites. They had been the first to give up their natural homes, first to travel half way across the world to seek sanctuary. Their young were fragile, their more human forms were unnatural to the humans, making them targets for witchcraft or demon spawn. The idea was laughable, but the humans were afraid of the unknown. He knew for a fact that the leader was a family orientated dragon, there were rumors that he was training his daughter to be the next leader of the elders. Having lost his own mate, perhaps he would look down more kindly on Regnum.
"Very well...but should he step out of line, for even he has a place, you are to make sure that he is taken care of." The fire dragon lifted his head, meeting the elder's gaze, "Thank you." He said, sincerely, "I will not let you down."
The cup sloshed as he brought it up to his lips, feeling it run coolly down his throat, whilst the water dragoness put back the bell jar, turning to face him. He sort of dreaded this conversation, wondering why he had pulled her into his problems. He had asked her for her advise, so he might as well just get this over with, "I don't know anymore Sanare. I thought I had it under control, but..the hydras..the humans, I don't even know him anymore. He's...different. The same. How can he be the same after all that's happened? How can he talk about our wedding when the world's falling apart?" "He is your fiancée Regnum." "But he's not...." "-the one you fell for?" "Yes!"
"Well, Regnum, it's your decision what you wish to do, after all, you are an elder now." "We are." "Yes, and I will support you in whatever decision you wish to bring up to the council." "That's not very good advice...I just..I don't know how we ever got into 'this' in the first place. How I could...love someone like that. All caught up with his hydras, too busy to see what he's caused. I have to..do something about it." "Whatever choice Regnum, we trust you."
"You're out of control Edge! You don't see it!"
"It's because of you! He went out looking for you! He left the haven! Look what happened! This is all your fault!" "Echo please! I...I didn't know! Please, don't go..we have to stick together. Near wouldn't want us to fig-" "NEAR IS DEAD! Because of you!" "Echo! Don't-don't do anything rash, we..we can find the others, we..." "This is all your fault!" "Echo!"
It's warm against his hands, flowing freely. Sickly. His stomach growled, watching the large flies start to settle. He shooed them away, depriving them of a meal. He was so hungry...how long had he gone without food? Without water?...Warm past his lips, clean..sweet...It rushed back up like rotting meat making him turn and puke out his guts. Not good, he couldn't lose nutrients..Mama had wanted him to stay fed. Stay strong and survive. Mama would tell him to be strong and do what had to be done. Mama.."I'm so sorry Echo."
"What's wrong Relin? What is there to worry? Don't believe the lies. You've always been king."
"Will we see Daddy?" Sleipnir pipped up excitedly and Relin pressed a finger against the tip of his nose. He caught Father's...pretty gaze and fell silent. The white dragon smiled and carried his children forth.
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"Aren't you a pretty kitty." A voice hissed softly in Charon's ear. "It would be a shame to let you suffer like the rest, come. Awake now and serve your king." Ferrum's eyes snapped open, staring up blankly at the goggled man before him. Attired in a white coat and protective gear, then tent overly reached out a hand. The dragon stared blankly at it, oblivious to the others around him. Gently, he was petted, inciting a happy noise from the dragon. Blind to the hand that moved lower and plucked out a few loose scales. Like a playful pet, he gazed up adoringly at his owner.
"Will you take care of the oracle? Away from the others." "Off course my king." "I am sure she shall have a lot to give you. Take her right one will you? I think the left one was blinded." "Yes my king, the others have been prepped for surgery." "And the anesthetic?" "Reserved for the hydra." "Good, you may go now." He ward off the white clad human who saluted before marching out of his room. Turning away from the large observation deck he called a window, the shiny metal curtain unfolded over it and the artificial lights came on, brightly illuminating his bed chamber. He walked over to the large queensized bed, smiling at the two bundled up sleeping dragons wrapped in the sheets.
He reached for them, "Path-path." He paused, "Why are you doing this?" The voice asked softly and he peeked over his shoulder at the boy pressed up in the mirrored walls, "Why?" "Pitiful." The dragon muttered annoyed and banished the illusion, "You think you can trick me so easily? I am king." He said out loud, he wouldn't believe the lies.
The white dragons, a powerful breed, had been...dwindling in number. As had all races as the humans started to coat the earth, however, none had been so greatly affected than the whites. They had been the first to give up their natural homes, first to travel half way across the world to seek sanctuary. Their young were fragile, their more human forms were unnatural to the humans, making them targets for witchcraft or demon spawn. The idea was laughable, but the humans were afraid of the unknown. He knew for a fact that the leader was a family orientated dragon, there were rumors that he was training his daughter to be the next leader of the elders. Having lost his own mate, perhaps he would look down more kindly on Regnum.
"Very well...but should he step out of line, for even he has a place, you are to make sure that he is taken care of." The fire dragon lifted his head, meeting the elder's gaze, "Thank you." He said, sincerely, "I will not let you down."
The cup sloshed as he brought it up to his lips, feeling it run coolly down his throat, whilst the water dragoness put back the bell jar, turning to face him. He sort of dreaded this conversation, wondering why he had pulled her into his problems. He had asked her for her advise, so he might as well just get this over with, "I don't know anymore Sanare. I thought I had it under control, but..the hydras..the humans, I don't even know him anymore. He's...different. The same. How can he be the same after all that's happened? How can he talk about our wedding when the world's falling apart?" "He is your fiancée Regnum." "But he's not...." "-the one you fell for?" "Yes!"
"Well, Regnum, it's your decision what you wish to do, after all, you are an elder now." "We are." "Yes, and I will support you in whatever decision you wish to bring up to the council." "That's not very good advice...I just..I don't know how we ever got into 'this' in the first place. How I could...love someone like that. All caught up with his hydras, too busy to see what he's caused. I have to..do something about it." "Whatever choice Regnum, we trust you."
"You're out of control Edge! You don't see it!"
"It's because of you! He went out looking for you! He left the haven! Look what happened! This is all your fault!" "Echo please! I...I didn't know! Please, don't go..we have to stick together. Near wouldn't want us to fig-" "NEAR IS DEAD! Because of you!" "Echo! Don't-don't do anything rash, we..we can find the others, we..." "This is all your fault!" "Echo!"
It's warm against his hands, flowing freely. Sickly. His stomach growled, watching the large flies start to settle. He shooed them away, depriving them of a meal. He was so hungry...how long had he gone without food? Without water?...Warm past his lips, clean..sweet...It rushed back up like rotting meat making him turn and puke out his guts. Not good, he couldn't lose nutrients..Mama had wanted him to stay fed. Stay strong and survive. Mama would tell him to be strong and do what had to be done. Mama.."I'm so sorry Echo."
"What's wrong Relin? What is there to worry? Don't believe the lies. You've always been king."
"Will we see Daddy?" Sleipnir pipped up excitedly and Relin pressed a finger against the tip of his nose. He caught Father's...pretty gaze and fell silent. The white dragon smiled and carried his children forth.
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"Aren't you a pretty kitty." A voice hissed softly in Charon's ear. "It would be a shame to let you suffer like the rest, come. Awake now and serve your king." Ferrum's eyes snapped open, staring up blankly at the goggled man before him. Attired in a white coat and protective gear, then tent overly reached out a hand. The dragon stared blankly at it, oblivious to the others around him. Gently, he was petted, inciting a happy noise from the dragon. Blind to the hand that moved lower and plucked out a few loose scales. Like a playful pet, he gazed up adoringly at his owner.
"Will you take care of the oracle? Away from the others." "Off course my king." "I am sure she shall have a lot to give you. Take her right one will you? I think the left one was blinded." "Yes my king, the others have been prepped for surgery." "And the anesthetic?" "Reserved for the hydra." "Good, you may go now." He ward off the white clad human who saluted before marching out of his room. Turning away from the large observation deck he called a window, the shiny metal curtain unfolded over it and the artificial lights came on, brightly illuminating his bed chamber. He walked over to the large queensized bed, smiling at the two bundled up sleeping dragons wrapped in the sheets.
He reached for them, "Path-path." He paused, "Why are you doing this?" The voice asked softly and he peeked over his shoulder at the boy pressed up in the mirrored walls, "Why?" "Pitiful." The dragon muttered annoyed and banished the illusion, "You think you can trick me so easily? I am king." He said out loud, he wouldn't believe the lies.
I wish we could skip closer to the end cause that's when things start going really crazy.
Sanare- the peacemaker
Terra-the Mother with a temper
Regnum-......uh..the leader? So far he hasn't really been a good one.
Ferrum- The smart jock?
Anemoli- the genius...
It's a lil hard to pick for everyone else cause they're all mixed or have changed over the story.
Terra-the Mother with a temper
Regnum-......uh..the leader? So far he hasn't really been a good one.
Ferrum- The smart jock?
Anemoli- the genius...
It's a lil hard to pick for everyone else cause they're all mixed or have changed over the story.
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.
"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."
"Oh Relin, what a wonderful imagination you have, don't you know? You've always been king."
"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."
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.
"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."
"Oh Relin, what a wonderful imagination you have, don't you know? You've always been king."
"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."
At this point I don't know who controls who anymore. I'm gonna be exploring Path's decent into madness, well, more madness.
Hmm, I wonder if I could play around with that... Heh, but I already have so much angst planned.
Looks like Edge wasnt the only one path had his eye set on. On another note. EYE.
There was a hiatus, we're back now!
He chuckled, the sound gleeful and wonderfully maniacal as he felt the soft cartilage crunch and bend under his claws, snapping like dry twigs. Whilst he had time and time was plentiful when everything seemed to move in slow motion or rather when one was moving incredibly fast, he place his claws over Forte's shoulders and leaned down by his ear, "I don't need you to not fly, I need you to suffer." He laughed, dancing backwards as the winds around him began to pick up around him in a torrent. The white dragon's paper thin wings flapping in the harsh below of the wind. He raised his arm to shield his face from the debris it picked up, even dust becoming as biting as needles in the miniature tornado. His bandages fluttering, threatening to reveal the grisly wounds it hid. At this point, he honestly shouldn't care.
Unfortunately, Forte didn't even give him a chance to rip away the swath of bandages around his head, rushing him. A laugh ripped away from his throat as the hydra leaped towards him, time slowed. He admired the warrior's physique. Honestly, he had expected more from him. Once the greatest warrior of his time, a great general. A hero that had wanted more. Had becoming a hydra made him so soft? So weak? "Tis a shame." He muttered, he could stand for no such weakness in his army. As a test subject though...
"Hehe." He chuckled, staring up at the hydra. His sword raised, lazily almost at the hydra, "Your blood is undeserving of my blade." He mused and lunged forward, sword swung back as he came to meet the hydra in his lunge. Single golden eye fixed on the hydra as he came to meet him. Faster, stronger, it was as Forte predicted. A futile effort as the white dragon's claw closed around Forte's neck. His jaws stretching as he growled and pulled forward, teeth closing around the hydra's shoulder. He couldn't help but shake, laughter muffled against skin as he thought of it as an indirect kiss. He didn't know his sensitive his mouths were after all. If they could feel pain as he ripped away his shoulder, using his weight to pull them both down.
Slamming against the ground, he pinned him, careful of his other animated parts. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on Forte's cheek, growling against his ear, "Bow down to the king."
The door creaked open and the fire dragon dragged himself in. Back straight and stride confident though his shoulders were a little bit slumped and his head held down a little bit wearily. He slipped off the feathered headdress off his head, sighing in an exhaustion after having spent majority of the festival entertaining the masses. Oh it was a proud thing to represent his clan and show off what he could do, what he was capable of to protect them. He was tired though, muscles sore and joints aching. He couldn't help but think he was better off working his bones sore off after a few days training rather than keeping a smile on his face as he tried for acrobatics whilst keeping in time with the music. He had been so focused on not messing up, he had barely a gotten a good look at his audience. He hoped the elders had seen him along with the savior...
Even worn, the dragon was as alert as ever. The sudden battle cry had him whirling around, hands a flame and nearly throwing off the hydra. The voice stopped him now and his shoulders lumped, body immediately relaxing, "Our savior.." He answered, though the title was tinged with affection and informality. He had...a sort of affection towards the apparently centuries old savior had been an annoyance at first. Seeing the petite boy that was meant to be the strongest, wisest of them all, the savior, the god that fell to the earth. He had scoffed at such titles, the boy looked absolutely nothing like this fabled lord, he looked weak. Over the time he spent with him though, at first finding the boy rather clinging, he started to enjoy his companionship. Started to appreciate the quiet power he had, even more hidden than that of the silent wind dragon that kept to the library.
"Did you enjoy the performance?" He asked, expecting anything but a sudden rush of words spilling from the boy's lips. His brain taking a moment to register. The silence heavy on the both of them and Regnum could feel the boy start to sweat. Finally, the fire dragon slipped away from Edge's embrace and turned around, placing his hands firmly on both of Edge's shoulders, leaning down, his fiery eyes met nervous purple ones. His expression unreadable, he stared at the hydra for a good minute, searching for...something. Then suddenly he leaned forward, meeting Edge's lips in a less than chaste kiss. His tongue tracing the bottom of his lip as he seemed permission to enter. He kept their bodies apart, at least until he started to ask for more, rocking closer into Edge.
They came together like a bright spark, brilliant and explosive. No words exchanged as their bodies melded together, Regnum pushing Edge up against the wall, hands roaming over him, connected at the lips. The air heated around them, the sound of fabric sliding over skin. Outside the festival continued, loud and jubilant, contrasting to the sounds of heavy breathing and quiet kisses.
"Today is Feng Xiuang..." "Why don't we go to the festival mama?" The white dragon asked curiously as mother nuzzled his cheek, "Because the places we used to celebrate it doesn't exist anymore." "Why mama?" "We gave it to the humans, dear. For them to celebrate." She nuzzled her baby dragon's cheek, smiling to herself as he pressed a small hand to her snout and giggled.
"The dragons are really nice to the humans, mama, but does that mean we can't celebrate it anymore?" "Off course not." "That's good." He said yawning, "Go to sleep baby, it's late.."
"Near..." He muttered softly, coming from behind his friend. "I have something to tell you.." The green scales dragon whirled around before he could get out another word, interrupting his friend, "Relin! I have something to tell you too!" "Oh-yes?" "Remember the old myth on Feng Xiuang? The one where if you confess to your love-" "I-I know it." The white dragon fumbled with his hands, grasping onto nothing and probably looking like a fool. He stared up at his friend, golden eyes hopeful as the green dragon's grin widened, the seconds ticking by painfully, "I confessed to Echo! She said yet! We're going to be mates forever!" "....I-isn't it a little too early?.." "We said we would wait till we were older, but she said yes Relin! She said yes!" "....I'm...happy for you."
"What was it you wanted to tell me?" "Oh..I just wanted to ask you if you'd like to go to the waterfall later today..." "No thanks, Echo and I are going to the old rocks tonight to look for night butterflies! Then, we're gonna watch the stars!" "Alright..." "But I..have some time now, let's talk." The dragon patted the spot next to him, Relin crawled over. "At least we can see the sunset right?" Near grinned at his friend.
Maybe it's just a myth..maybe he'll come back. And even if he doesn't..." The dragon's gaze softened as he watched his friend ramble on excitedly, the setting rays of the sun lighting upon his frame, making his chestnut brown skin glow and his eyes sparkle even more, he could live with this. I hope things never change.
"Mama?..." "Relin run..." "But you're hurt!" "Urgh...Relin..." "I'm not going!" "Relin! Run!" He flinched, tears wetting his cheeks, "N-no..." "Relin! Run!" "Ow! Mama! That..." "Run!"
These aren't your memories, this isn't your life....you've always been king Relin. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise..."
"Pity...I expected that you would be much more useful." He kicked the motionless hydra, the roots breaking under his foot, along with a few ribs. He kicked him again, pulling out a metal stick from his pocket. Humans were really innovative...he pressed the end between his lips, inhaling the nicotine burning inside. It burned his mouth, making him cough and drop the stick, crushing it under his foot. Why did he try this? Shaking his head, he gazed up the tower, "Are all of you ready to come down now? Or shall I wait down here?" He asked, wings, whole at least from sight, gleaming white under his illusion flapped lazily.
"Father! Father is down there!" Sleipnir squealed hearing his Father's voice, whilst Leo held both twins tightly, "Father! Can you hear Sky?! It's father!" He pushed against Leo who shared looked with Blizzard and Sanare, there was no escape.
Unfortunately, Forte didn't even give him a chance to rip away the swath of bandages around his head, rushing him. A laugh ripped away from his throat as the hydra leaped towards him, time slowed. He admired the warrior's physique. Honestly, he had expected more from him. Once the greatest warrior of his time, a great general. A hero that had wanted more. Had becoming a hydra made him so soft? So weak? "Tis a shame." He muttered, he could stand for no such weakness in his army. As a test subject though...
"Hehe." He chuckled, staring up at the hydra. His sword raised, lazily almost at the hydra, "Your blood is undeserving of my blade." He mused and lunged forward, sword swung back as he came to meet the hydra in his lunge. Single golden eye fixed on the hydra as he came to meet him. Faster, stronger, it was as Forte predicted. A futile effort as the white dragon's claw closed around Forte's neck. His jaws stretching as he growled and pulled forward, teeth closing around the hydra's shoulder. He couldn't help but shake, laughter muffled against skin as he thought of it as an indirect kiss. He didn't know his sensitive his mouths were after all. If they could feel pain as he ripped away his shoulder, using his weight to pull them both down.
Slamming against the ground, he pinned him, careful of his other animated parts. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on Forte's cheek, growling against his ear, "Bow down to the king."
The door creaked open and the fire dragon dragged himself in. Back straight and stride confident though his shoulders were a little bit slumped and his head held down a little bit wearily. He slipped off the feathered headdress off his head, sighing in an exhaustion after having spent majority of the festival entertaining the masses. Oh it was a proud thing to represent his clan and show off what he could do, what he was capable of to protect them. He was tired though, muscles sore and joints aching. He couldn't help but think he was better off working his bones sore off after a few days training rather than keeping a smile on his face as he tried for acrobatics whilst keeping in time with the music. He had been so focused on not messing up, he had barely a gotten a good look at his audience. He hoped the elders had seen him along with the savior...
Even worn, the dragon was as alert as ever. The sudden battle cry had him whirling around, hands a flame and nearly throwing off the hydra. The voice stopped him now and his shoulders lumped, body immediately relaxing, "Our savior.." He answered, though the title was tinged with affection and informality. He had...a sort of affection towards the apparently centuries old savior had been an annoyance at first. Seeing the petite boy that was meant to be the strongest, wisest of them all, the savior, the god that fell to the earth. He had scoffed at such titles, the boy looked absolutely nothing like this fabled lord, he looked weak. Over the time he spent with him though, at first finding the boy rather clinging, he started to enjoy his companionship. Started to appreciate the quiet power he had, even more hidden than that of the silent wind dragon that kept to the library.
"Did you enjoy the performance?" He asked, expecting anything but a sudden rush of words spilling from the boy's lips. His brain taking a moment to register. The silence heavy on the both of them and Regnum could feel the boy start to sweat. Finally, the fire dragon slipped away from Edge's embrace and turned around, placing his hands firmly on both of Edge's shoulders, leaning down, his fiery eyes met nervous purple ones. His expression unreadable, he stared at the hydra for a good minute, searching for...something. Then suddenly he leaned forward, meeting Edge's lips in a less than chaste kiss. His tongue tracing the bottom of his lip as he seemed permission to enter. He kept their bodies apart, at least until he started to ask for more, rocking closer into Edge.
They came together like a bright spark, brilliant and explosive. No words exchanged as their bodies melded together, Regnum pushing Edge up against the wall, hands roaming over him, connected at the lips. The air heated around them, the sound of fabric sliding over skin. Outside the festival continued, loud and jubilant, contrasting to the sounds of heavy breathing and quiet kisses.
"Today is Feng Xiuang..." "Why don't we go to the festival mama?" The white dragon asked curiously as mother nuzzled his cheek, "Because the places we used to celebrate it doesn't exist anymore." "Why mama?" "We gave it to the humans, dear. For them to celebrate." She nuzzled her baby dragon's cheek, smiling to herself as he pressed a small hand to her snout and giggled.
"The dragons are really nice to the humans, mama, but does that mean we can't celebrate it anymore?" "Off course not." "That's good." He said yawning, "Go to sleep baby, it's late.."
"Near..." He muttered softly, coming from behind his friend. "I have something to tell you.." The green scales dragon whirled around before he could get out another word, interrupting his friend, "Relin! I have something to tell you too!" "Oh-yes?" "Remember the old myth on Feng Xiuang? The one where if you confess to your love-" "I-I know it." The white dragon fumbled with his hands, grasping onto nothing and probably looking like a fool. He stared up at his friend, golden eyes hopeful as the green dragon's grin widened, the seconds ticking by painfully, "I confessed to Echo! She said yet! We're going to be mates forever!" "....I-isn't it a little too early?.." "We said we would wait till we were older, but she said yes Relin! She said yes!" "....I'm...happy for you."
"What was it you wanted to tell me?" "Oh..I just wanted to ask you if you'd like to go to the waterfall later today..." "No thanks, Echo and I are going to the old rocks tonight to look for night butterflies! Then, we're gonna watch the stars!" "Alright..." "But I..have some time now, let's talk." The dragon patted the spot next to him, Relin crawled over. "At least we can see the sunset right?" Near grinned at his friend.
Maybe it's just a myth..maybe he'll come back. And even if he doesn't..." The dragon's gaze softened as he watched his friend ramble on excitedly, the setting rays of the sun lighting upon his frame, making his chestnut brown skin glow and his eyes sparkle even more, he could live with this. I hope things never change.
"Mama?..." "Relin run..." "But you're hurt!" "Urgh...Relin..." "I'm not going!" "Relin! Run!" He flinched, tears wetting his cheeks, "N-no..." "Relin! Run!" "Ow! Mama! That..." "Run!"
These aren't your memories, this isn't your life....you've always been king Relin. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise..."
"Pity...I expected that you would be much more useful." He kicked the motionless hydra, the roots breaking under his foot, along with a few ribs. He kicked him again, pulling out a metal stick from his pocket. Humans were really innovative...he pressed the end between his lips, inhaling the nicotine burning inside. It burned his mouth, making him cough and drop the stick, crushing it under his foot. Why did he try this? Shaking his head, he gazed up the tower, "Are all of you ready to come down now? Or shall I wait down here?" He asked, wings, whole at least from sight, gleaming white under his illusion flapped lazily.
"Father! Father is down there!" Sleipnir squealed hearing his Father's voice, whilst Leo held both twins tightly, "Father! Can you hear Sky?! It's father!" He pushed against Leo who shared looked with Blizzard and Sanare, there was no escape.
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