Leo bit his lip and looked back up at the landscape before them. He was not one to take care of himself, let alone children. It was always Noire or even Blizzard who were the more motherly ones, but Blizzard was gonna and Noire was hell knows where now. Who knows if they would side with their king anyway? Plus, if the twins spoke of some sort of shelter out there, then there had to be at least some sort of hope right? Huffing, he hugged them both tightly and trudged on. "It's alright. We'll find shelter before the night falls, tell me if anything feels familiar alright? Maybe we can even find this home you speak off."
"Sky?..." Sleipnir whispered softly, taking his brother's hand. Little did they know that they were following in the footsteps of one of their parents. They could only hope though thy they wouldn't end up going down the same path, "We'll make It right?"
A foot came down on the hydra's back, pushing him back down onto the floor and a voice hissed in his ear, "I would trap you now, but this crystal's reserved for someone very special." He grinded his heel down into Charon's spine, laughing when he felt something give way. "Don't worry, be honoured, you are alive to witness the death of your king. Our king." Something sharp swang by Charon's ear, clipping his shoulder before it moved onto grip his wings. Smooth claws running over the leathery material gently, "The most wanted dragon in all the lands, buying bargains with your body. Hmm, I can see how. Tell me, with your scales so ugly, would it matter if your body was the same? If I left a few scars on you? Would they still look at you the same? Lust for you without illusion?"
The dragon laughed, stepping down on Charon's head and smashing his face into the ground, "I think not."
"Look! I wasn't even in the right frame of mind okay? And stop calling me the hypocrite when you chastise me for a single fling and not Relin for having young with the king of hydras!" He turned to face her, baring his teeth as he picked up the broken metal shards and brandished his gun once more, "Look, we have more important things to do! I get enough from Anemoli already, stop trying to act like your all out mothers!" He growled, then huffed. His anger burning down into a low simmer as he turned away from Terra. Perhaps he had overstepped it.
They had all lost friends and family to the pollution, but Terra had lost the earth and the ones she most cherished. He? He had his brother, Regnum his leadership and Sanare, Terra...well they were all that Terra had really. "Let's just go and get this over with." He muttered, opening the door.
"My king..." His voice echoed out through the grand library, bare feet padding along the marbled floor. Echoing, reverberating. There was a crash as he pulled the bookcase down over the doorway, blocking the only exit and entrance. Laughing softly as he watched century old books come crashing down. Useless things. Their history had been rewritten. "My king, do not hide from me.."
His eyes dimmed, dispelling the illusion. Gleamed white scales gave way to dark stained surfaces, coated in a drying sludge. The same of which clung to his hair and skin, barely masking the numerous jagged scars lining his torso. His skin raw and red from the acidic burn of the Dead Sea and his wings..better described as a lack of. The only thing that remained was the dim glow of one eye, the other shut tight.
Leaving behind murky footprints, the dragon called out softly, "My king, do you not remember our story? Shall I tell it once more?"
"Sky?..." Sleipnir whispered softly, taking his brother's hand. Little did they know that they were following in the footsteps of one of their parents. They could only hope though thy they wouldn't end up going down the same path, "We'll make It right?"
A foot came down on the hydra's back, pushing him back down onto the floor and a voice hissed in his ear, "I would trap you now, but this crystal's reserved for someone very special." He grinded his heel down into Charon's spine, laughing when he felt something give way. "Don't worry, be honoured, you are alive to witness the death of your king. Our king." Something sharp swang by Charon's ear, clipping his shoulder before it moved onto grip his wings. Smooth claws running over the leathery material gently, "The most wanted dragon in all the lands, buying bargains with your body. Hmm, I can see how. Tell me, with your scales so ugly, would it matter if your body was the same? If I left a few scars on you? Would they still look at you the same? Lust for you without illusion?"
The dragon laughed, stepping down on Charon's head and smashing his face into the ground, "I think not."
"Look! I wasn't even in the right frame of mind okay? And stop calling me the hypocrite when you chastise me for a single fling and not Relin for having young with the king of hydras!" He turned to face her, baring his teeth as he picked up the broken metal shards and brandished his gun once more, "Look, we have more important things to do! I get enough from Anemoli already, stop trying to act like your all out mothers!" He growled, then huffed. His anger burning down into a low simmer as he turned away from Terra. Perhaps he had overstepped it.
They had all lost friends and family to the pollution, but Terra had lost the earth and the ones she most cherished. He? He had his brother, Regnum his leadership and Sanare, Terra...well they were all that Terra had really. "Let's just go and get this over with." He muttered, opening the door.
"My king..." His voice echoed out through the grand library, bare feet padding along the marbled floor. Echoing, reverberating. There was a crash as he pulled the bookcase down over the doorway, blocking the only exit and entrance. Laughing softly as he watched century old books come crashing down. Useless things. Their history had been rewritten. "My king, do not hide from me.."
His eyes dimmed, dispelling the illusion. Gleamed white scales gave way to dark stained surfaces, coated in a drying sludge. The same of which clung to his hair and skin, barely masking the numerous jagged scars lining his torso. His skin raw and red from the acidic burn of the Dead Sea and his wings..better described as a lack of. The only thing that remained was the dim glow of one eye, the other shut tight.
Leaving behind murky footprints, the dragon called out softly, "My king, do you not remember our story? Shall I tell it once more?"