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Okay, kewl. Glad that you're still here! I know I take a while sometimes. >_<
"Humans are very fragile." Sakuya added, perhaps without reason to the spider witch. Then, with a particularly feline grin, the butler shrugged. "Ryuu always tells me that I'm too stuffy, so I'm trying for a change of pace, I guess. No fun being a butler all the time. Sometimes I just have to be Sakuya." Said Sakuya. He would have said more, but there were too chorusing screams and then two voices that carried throughout the house. Or, at least, this side of the house. The mistress and the young master probably wouldn't wake, unless they were only half asleep.
"HARUO THE SOUP! THE SOUP IS OVERFLOWING!"
"OH MY GOODNESS CALL THE CHEF!"
"YOU ARE THE CHEF, YOU SILLY GOOSE!!"
"DON'T CALL ME A SILLY GOOSE IT SOUNDS FUNNY!"
"AHA, THAT'S JUST BECAUSE EVERYTHING I SAY IS INSTANTLY HILARIOUS!"
"MUAHAHAH CAN'T ARGUE WITH LOGIC, MA'AM."
There was a loud pop, and Sakuya cringed.
"OH CRAPAPPLES THE SOUFFLÉ!"
"WELL AT LEAST CONSTANCE AND DAVIS ALREADY ATE SO THIS FOOD DOESN'T HAVE TO BE AS GOOD!"
"MUAHAHA, GOOD POINT, MY FAIR LADY!"
Putting a hand to his forehead, Sakuya tugged at his pink locks, "Well I guess I'll have to hold off being Sakuya and go back to being Sakuya." He said in a slightly deeper voice. "Haruo, ring the bell! Call everyone to dinner!" Sakuya yelled only a tad softer than the scullery maid and chef.
"HAHAHA SAKUYA YOU HAVE SUCH A LOUD VOICE! BUT QUIET OR YOU'LL WAKE THE MISTRESS OR THE YOUNG MASTER!" Was the shouted response. Sakuya banged his head on the doorframe a few times out of frustration before the dinner bell rang and he composed himself. "I don't know who is worse. Them, or our two lazy asses." The butler muttered quietly.
Said youkai had just finished scrubbing the tub to a decent state. Not to a shine, but it was passable. "Making a lady do all this work. You should be ashamed, Ryuu." Momoko pouted, soaking her hands in steaming hot water. Slowly turning the sink faucet off, the maid pulled down her sleeves. "Hm, I got here not too long ago and I already have a bad reputation. Well, whatever." The snow haired kurakasa mused mostly to herself but smiled with good humor at Ryuu.
"But you seem to be chummy with Sakuya, so that's why you don't need to work that much, haaanh?" Momoko prodded bluntly as the dinner bell rang. "Ooh, time to eat." When Kaede and Sakuya weren't around, the maid was even worse. Nevertheless, she didn't appear to mean any harm and did some work.
With a graceful step, and with parasol under her arm and task completed, the happy kurakasa hurried to the dining room. Kira and Haruo had put out a few things. There was a soufflé with a huge hole in it, as if it had popped. Oh, and there was the green soup she had sampled earlier, much to Kira's annoyance. And there looked to be some sort of fried or battered fish and shrimp. Tempura, probably. "Mm..." She hummed, reaching out to get one, but her wrist was grabbed from behind.
"Ah, ah, ah! It's the soup sipper, Haruo!" A shorter girl with short, neat black and violet streaked hair screeched. Momoko's other arm was grabbed as she gasped. "Hmmm....! Use a fork, you! Were you raised in a barn?" The chef demanded, golden locks and lively blue eyes staring into her soul.
"The three of you calm down!" Sakuya demanded, eyes glowing dangerously. The two kitchen workers released the soup-sipper. Momoko gulped. "Now... let's all enjoy a meal, yeah?" The nekomata said a little too softly. The three nodded quickly, Kira twirling the ladle around one finger idly. "CUT THAT OUT!"
"Gosh, Sakuya, no need to yell." Haruo 'tsked' softly.
"HARUO THE SOUP! THE SOUP IS OVERFLOWING!"
"OH MY GOODNESS CALL THE CHEF!"
"YOU ARE THE CHEF, YOU SILLY GOOSE!!"
"DON'T CALL ME A SILLY GOOSE IT SOUNDS FUNNY!"
"AHA, THAT'S JUST BECAUSE EVERYTHING I SAY IS INSTANTLY HILARIOUS!"
"MUAHAHAH CAN'T ARGUE WITH LOGIC, MA'AM."
There was a loud pop, and Sakuya cringed.
"OH CRAPAPPLES THE SOUFFLÉ!"
"WELL AT LEAST CONSTANCE AND DAVIS ALREADY ATE SO THIS FOOD DOESN'T HAVE TO BE AS GOOD!"
"MUAHAHA, GOOD POINT, MY FAIR LADY!"
Putting a hand to his forehead, Sakuya tugged at his pink locks, "Well I guess I'll have to hold off being Sakuya and go back to being Sakuya." He said in a slightly deeper voice. "Haruo, ring the bell! Call everyone to dinner!" Sakuya yelled only a tad softer than the scullery maid and chef.
"HAHAHA SAKUYA YOU HAVE SUCH A LOUD VOICE! BUT QUIET OR YOU'LL WAKE THE MISTRESS OR THE YOUNG MASTER!" Was the shouted response. Sakuya banged his head on the doorframe a few times out of frustration before the dinner bell rang and he composed himself. "I don't know who is worse. Them, or our two lazy asses." The butler muttered quietly.
Said youkai had just finished scrubbing the tub to a decent state. Not to a shine, but it was passable. "Making a lady do all this work. You should be ashamed, Ryuu." Momoko pouted, soaking her hands in steaming hot water. Slowly turning the sink faucet off, the maid pulled down her sleeves. "Hm, I got here not too long ago and I already have a bad reputation. Well, whatever." The snow haired kurakasa mused mostly to herself but smiled with good humor at Ryuu.
"But you seem to be chummy with Sakuya, so that's why you don't need to work that much, haaanh?" Momoko prodded bluntly as the dinner bell rang. "Ooh, time to eat." When Kaede and Sakuya weren't around, the maid was even worse. Nevertheless, she didn't appear to mean any harm and did some work.
With a graceful step, and with parasol under her arm and task completed, the happy kurakasa hurried to the dining room. Kira and Haruo had put out a few things. There was a soufflé with a huge hole in it, as if it had popped. Oh, and there was the green soup she had sampled earlier, much to Kira's annoyance. And there looked to be some sort of fried or battered fish and shrimp. Tempura, probably. "Mm..." She hummed, reaching out to get one, but her wrist was grabbed from behind.
"Ah, ah, ah! It's the soup sipper, Haruo!" A shorter girl with short, neat black and violet streaked hair screeched. Momoko's other arm was grabbed as she gasped. "Hmmm....! Use a fork, you! Were you raised in a barn?" The chef demanded, golden locks and lively blue eyes staring into her soul.
"The three of you calm down!" Sakuya demanded, eyes glowing dangerously. The two kitchen workers released the soup-sipper. Momoko gulped. "Now... let's all enjoy a meal, yeah?" The nekomata said a little too softly. The three nodded quickly, Kira twirling the ladle around one finger idly. "CUT THAT OUT!"
"Gosh, Sakuya, no need to yell." Haruo 'tsked' softly.
Edge continued sobbing for a good five minutes before he squeaked as he was shaken roughly. Were he still human, he could suffer serious internal bleeding. "Come on, Edge, pull it together! I can't feel any other hydra in the castle, but the dragons are still -here- and we need to be prepared for anything! You know I... I can't protect you as well as the others might, so you need to snap out of it!" Between sniffles, the king prodded, "How are you so sure? That there are dragons in the castle?!?"
"...Because I just finished mating with one, until he ran off on me. Without me... baiting him he'll raise hell. And I don't know... I can feel others in here, but we're alone. Edge, you can still fight, right?" Charon asked slowly. Edge was... not okay, and it was taking everything he had just to keep his stutter in check. He needed to give his king the support he needed.... Even then, he was scared. The past thousand years or so, Edge had always been unstable, but he could fight, and that was important.
Charon recalled fondly, that their king wasn't... always... a monster. Charon had been with him through thick and thin, but he didn't even know what could have caused such a massive change in is heart. Maybe dying too much takes it's toll. After all, Edge never even got to grow up, really. As Charon stroked the seemingly younger boy's hair, he wondered how any council of dragons could kill a 'savior' when he was this young.
It was why Edge never got any older, because he was killed when he was in such a young form. His king had told him the story of his friendship with dragon kind, and it wasn't a fairy tale. Edge... Charon held him closely as he sobbed, quietly now, brokenly. And Charon thought he had it bad. Even now, he could remember... what it was like to comfort others, when he was still a water dragon.
When the oceans were still clear, they had a term for dragons who turned the water ugly. They were called 'bastards'. Water dragons exiled them from their colonies, not wanting to have such a thing around their beautiful kingdom. Well, kingdoms. The water dragons spread themselves out like a parasite, and had underwater habitats everywhere in the ocean.
Charon had bright blue eyes and Navy blue hair back then. Even in his humanoid form, he had gills on his neck. He was a warrior, though in their language it was translated to 'kiramme' or protector. A prodigy, they called him, not for his ability to fight or be strong, but because he was skilled... at sleeping with others. Based on appearances, he was quite a prize. It was how he could get everything he wanted in life.
And then one day, he made a mistake. On the battlefield, he was captured by a 'bastard' one of the dirtied ones. But instead of getting killed, Charon managed to mate with the stranger instead, buying his life. But when he got back, his skin was tainted blue with the blood of his comrades, and as I'd the bastard had cursed him, they would not wash out. So he was exiled as well, until he met Edge drowning himself in the waters of his beach, and saved him... That was how Charon... how he became one of the first hydra. Beelzebub, of course, was the first after Edge.
Violet eyes perked up as Edge shurgged off his robe and threw off his crown, leaving him in a hoodie and sweats he must have just put on an hour ago. "I can't be king, Charon... I need to... get out of here, they're gonna get me, and in this state I..." With a cry, Edge clutched his sternum. "I can feel it... my... my heart, it's..." With a resounding cry that was haunting but frightening in the same time, Edge willed his soul to be strong. Then, staring up at the confused and scared Charon, bit his lip and...
...kissed the other passionately. Bewildered by his King's behavior, but not wanting t get him mad, Charon happily returned the kiss. Eventually Edge came up for air. He was broken still, Charon could see it in his tears. "Come on, don't cry over that... dragon. Sure, some are pretty hot, but yours was okay at best. Plus, he's not even strong, so why bother? Trust me on this, Edgey, you'll feel better. Just be careful... a broken heart IS the only way we can die." The smaller boy nodded slowly, as if he had forgotten. But the pain in his chest... that was gone.
"We have to go."
"Go? B-But you just came back!"
"We're no match for the dragons. I can't fight, and if they're still in the castle then..." Charon nodded, then frowned at Edge's fully human form. "Are we going to fly, or..,"
"Uh... carry me?" He pointed out like it was obvious. Only his king...
"But Edge, I thought you said you were going to break the rocks that our allies are trapped in." Edge's eyes got wide and he drew back.
"I... I did? I... I can't remember anything..." Charon 'tsked' and put his king on his lap. "Ah, Edge, that's why you have me. Now come on, we're gong somewhere we can't be cornered."
"The ballroom?"
"Uh-huh. Hey you remember the castle!"
"N-No, I... just kinda guessed." The boy admitted.
Gritting her teeth at Ferrum's unsatisfactory response, Terra inched closer and closer, going to close the gap between them and dish out a few blows. That is, into, Anemoli came, and she was calmed. But only slightly. "Ferrum, do not think for one second you will ever be redeemed in my eyes. Ah, what is it you said to Relin? 'You may fight alongside us, but you are a traitor in our eyes?' You should be ashamed." She spat, evidently angry when Relin came.
Terra was silent, wanting to hear everything before she made a choice. Relin was willing to kill the father of his sons. She couldn't take the chance of swaying him now, but even then... something felt wrong. She could hear him crying like a lost child, and from the key the sound resonated from, she could tell it was real. She was about to say something, when the hydra, who seemed to be somewhere above them, started yelling and they could make out words.
"Ow! What the hell, Edge?!?"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!!!"
"Why would you do that?! I thought... Aaaah! I thought we were friends!"
"Leave me the fuck alone! I don't know you!"
"Edge, you're being stupid!"
"Hyaaah!"
"Ngggh... Edge, please, just tell me what you want... ugh! Tell me... tell me what you want and I'll give it to you... I'll search the whole world, walk for eons... you... you know that, right? I-I'd do anything..."
"I don't fucking know!!"
"Augh! Nn... It's alright, I'm.... no, can't die here... it'll take... days.... Edge, you... you'll die, without me, so just... just heal me, okay? Just... just..." With another battlecry followed by a scream, Terra heard the flapping of wings and then the king grunt in what must have been pain as something knocked t the floor.
"He... He is insane... I almost feel sorry for that other hydra. Such loyalty, even in the darkest of places."
"Sleipnir , I don't know where that is." The hybrid looked at Leo. "I... can't remember. Sleipnir ? I don't know how to find it or anything...." Skykark whispered, knowing that he couldn't take care of his brother.
"...Because I just finished mating with one, until he ran off on me. Without me... baiting him he'll raise hell. And I don't know... I can feel others in here, but we're alone. Edge, you can still fight, right?" Charon asked slowly. Edge was... not okay, and it was taking everything he had just to keep his stutter in check. He needed to give his king the support he needed.... Even then, he was scared. The past thousand years or so, Edge had always been unstable, but he could fight, and that was important.
Charon recalled fondly, that their king wasn't... always... a monster. Charon had been with him through thick and thin, but he didn't even know what could have caused such a massive change in is heart. Maybe dying too much takes it's toll. After all, Edge never even got to grow up, really. As Charon stroked the seemingly younger boy's hair, he wondered how any council of dragons could kill a 'savior' when he was this young.
It was why Edge never got any older, because he was killed when he was in such a young form. His king had told him the story of his friendship with dragon kind, and it wasn't a fairy tale. Edge... Charon held him closely as he sobbed, quietly now, brokenly. And Charon thought he had it bad. Even now, he could remember... what it was like to comfort others, when he was still a water dragon.
When the oceans were still clear, they had a term for dragons who turned the water ugly. They were called 'bastards'. Water dragons exiled them from their colonies, not wanting to have such a thing around their beautiful kingdom. Well, kingdoms. The water dragons spread themselves out like a parasite, and had underwater habitats everywhere in the ocean.
Charon had bright blue eyes and Navy blue hair back then. Even in his humanoid form, he had gills on his neck. He was a warrior, though in their language it was translated to 'kiramme' or protector. A prodigy, they called him, not for his ability to fight or be strong, but because he was skilled... at sleeping with others. Based on appearances, he was quite a prize. It was how he could get everything he wanted in life.
And then one day, he made a mistake. On the battlefield, he was captured by a 'bastard' one of the dirtied ones. But instead of getting killed, Charon managed to mate with the stranger instead, buying his life. But when he got back, his skin was tainted blue with the blood of his comrades, and as I'd the bastard had cursed him, they would not wash out. So he was exiled as well, until he met Edge drowning himself in the waters of his beach, and saved him... That was how Charon... how he became one of the first hydra. Beelzebub, of course, was the first after Edge.
Violet eyes perked up as Edge shurgged off his robe and threw off his crown, leaving him in a hoodie and sweats he must have just put on an hour ago. "I can't be king, Charon... I need to... get out of here, they're gonna get me, and in this state I..." With a cry, Edge clutched his sternum. "I can feel it... my... my heart, it's..." With a resounding cry that was haunting but frightening in the same time, Edge willed his soul to be strong. Then, staring up at the confused and scared Charon, bit his lip and...
...kissed the other passionately. Bewildered by his King's behavior, but not wanting t get him mad, Charon happily returned the kiss. Eventually Edge came up for air. He was broken still, Charon could see it in his tears. "Come on, don't cry over that... dragon. Sure, some are pretty hot, but yours was okay at best. Plus, he's not even strong, so why bother? Trust me on this, Edgey, you'll feel better. Just be careful... a broken heart IS the only way we can die." The smaller boy nodded slowly, as if he had forgotten. But the pain in his chest... that was gone.
"We have to go."
"Go? B-But you just came back!"
"We're no match for the dragons. I can't fight, and if they're still in the castle then..." Charon nodded, then frowned at Edge's fully human form. "Are we going to fly, or..,"
"Uh... carry me?" He pointed out like it was obvious. Only his king...
"But Edge, I thought you said you were going to break the rocks that our allies are trapped in." Edge's eyes got wide and he drew back.
"I... I did? I... I can't remember anything..." Charon 'tsked' and put his king on his lap. "Ah, Edge, that's why you have me. Now come on, we're gong somewhere we can't be cornered."
"The ballroom?"
"Uh-huh. Hey you remember the castle!"
"N-No, I... just kinda guessed." The boy admitted.
Gritting her teeth at Ferrum's unsatisfactory response, Terra inched closer and closer, going to close the gap between them and dish out a few blows. That is, into, Anemoli came, and she was calmed. But only slightly. "Ferrum, do not think for one second you will ever be redeemed in my eyes. Ah, what is it you said to Relin? 'You may fight alongside us, but you are a traitor in our eyes?' You should be ashamed." She spat, evidently angry when Relin came.
Terra was silent, wanting to hear everything before she made a choice. Relin was willing to kill the father of his sons. She couldn't take the chance of swaying him now, but even then... something felt wrong. She could hear him crying like a lost child, and from the key the sound resonated from, she could tell it was real. She was about to say something, when the hydra, who seemed to be somewhere above them, started yelling and they could make out words.
"Ow! What the hell, Edge?!?"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!!!"
"Why would you do that?! I thought... Aaaah! I thought we were friends!"
"Leave me the fuck alone! I don't know you!"
"Edge, you're being stupid!"
"Hyaaah!"
"Ngggh... Edge, please, just tell me what you want... ugh! Tell me... tell me what you want and I'll give it to you... I'll search the whole world, walk for eons... you... you know that, right? I-I'd do anything..."
"I don't fucking know!!"
"Augh! Nn... It's alright, I'm.... no, can't die here... it'll take... days.... Edge, you... you'll die, without me, so just... just heal me, okay? Just... just..." With another battlecry followed by a scream, Terra heard the flapping of wings and then the king grunt in what must have been pain as something knocked t the floor.
"He... He is insane... I almost feel sorry for that other hydra. Such loyalty, even in the darkest of places."
"Sleipnir , I don't know where that is." The hybrid looked at Leo. "I... can't remember. Sleipnir ? I don't know how to find it or anything...." Skykark whispered, knowing that he couldn't take care of his brother.
There was a loud crash and Charon instinctively shrank into his bed, teeth chattering nervously. Then there was Edge's giggles and the hydra sighed. "Oh, it's just you, Edge. You scared me." He mumbled dumbly, wondering when his king would materialize. "Uh, are you happy with how the war turned out?" He inquired gently, scratching behind his ear absently and picking at his teeth with his claws. "I mean we lost some of our own, but no one died really so- AAh!"
Edge pressed the sharp point of his tail deep into Charon's neck, nearly splicing the other. "Don't. You. Dare. Say. That. I lost my mate today." The young boy said through gritted teeth, trails of tears sparkling on his cheeks, seemingly really out of it. Edge... was really on the edge. Charon swallowed deeply, afraid for his king's mental health. His violet eyes had never looked so... full. It was like there was more than one person in him.
And then Charon felt Edge hugging him and froze before returning the embrace. "Are you okay?" With a sniffle, Edge shook his head. "N-No. I... I am not... I can't.... Can't remember what it was like... to-to be human or hydra, I-I-I.... I don't know what's going on...! " He sobbed ballistically, in such a way one might think that he wasn't a total psychopath. "I-I harmed my son, a-a-a-and I can't remember fighting, and the Ygdrassil.... I don't even know if it'll work, and... and.. And December and Blizzard and Forte are -dead- and and and and-!" Edge broke down crying once more, loudly and without regret. Who was he?
"Where are Beelzebub, Leo, and Noire? They- I don't know what to-to do..."
Terra bit her lip and ran a hand over the tree. "This tree... legend talks about medicinal purposes. What could the hydra want of tonics and medicines? They have immortality. And they burned down entire forests, so why?" The dragoness' eyes were filled with uncertainty. There was something very sinister about the whole ordeal.
For the first time, she took a good look at Ferrum and her eyes went wide. "You... Ferrum, you didn't....!" She said, mouth agape. His hair was to use led, he was breathing quickly, and... were those... those bite marks weren't from the war, so they were love marks. Eyes and nostrils flaring, the dragon blushed profusely. "You mated with a hydra?!? Ferrum, how could you?!? And after yelling and chastising Relin, no less!" Obviously it was not one of their allies. She frowned deeply, clearly not happy in the slightest.
"Tell me everything, mister." She screeched.
The earth unfolded like a disgusting swamp of broken dreams. As Leo finally stopped and landed, Skylark was able to realize it was because the tall hydra was tired. That was alright, then... Skylark hugged his slave. "Thanks, Leo. You can take a break once we find... uhm... shelter." He nodded before clasping his brother's hand.
"Ugh, it smells so bad here...! Maybe we can find somewhere, or make someplace?" The baby dragon suggested.
Edge pressed the sharp point of his tail deep into Charon's neck, nearly splicing the other. "Don't. You. Dare. Say. That. I lost my mate today." The young boy said through gritted teeth, trails of tears sparkling on his cheeks, seemingly really out of it. Edge... was really on the edge. Charon swallowed deeply, afraid for his king's mental health. His violet eyes had never looked so... full. It was like there was more than one person in him.
And then Charon felt Edge hugging him and froze before returning the embrace. "Are you okay?" With a sniffle, Edge shook his head. "N-No. I... I am not... I can't.... Can't remember what it was like... to-to be human or hydra, I-I-I.... I don't know what's going on...! " He sobbed ballistically, in such a way one might think that he wasn't a total psychopath. "I-I harmed my son, a-a-a-and I can't remember fighting, and the Ygdrassil.... I don't even know if it'll work, and... and.. And December and Blizzard and Forte are -dead- and and and and-!" Edge broke down crying once more, loudly and without regret. Who was he?
"Where are Beelzebub, Leo, and Noire? They- I don't know what to-to do..."
Terra bit her lip and ran a hand over the tree. "This tree... legend talks about medicinal purposes. What could the hydra want of tonics and medicines? They have immortality. And they burned down entire forests, so why?" The dragoness' eyes were filled with uncertainty. There was something very sinister about the whole ordeal.
For the first time, she took a good look at Ferrum and her eyes went wide. "You... Ferrum, you didn't....!" She said, mouth agape. His hair was to use led, he was breathing quickly, and... were those... those bite marks weren't from the war, so they were love marks. Eyes and nostrils flaring, the dragon blushed profusely. "You mated with a hydra?!? Ferrum, how could you?!? And after yelling and chastising Relin, no less!" Obviously it was not one of their allies. She frowned deeply, clearly not happy in the slightest.
"Tell me everything, mister." She screeched.
The earth unfolded like a disgusting swamp of broken dreams. As Leo finally stopped and landed, Skylark was able to realize it was because the tall hydra was tired. That was alright, then... Skylark hugged his slave. "Thanks, Leo. You can take a break once we find... uhm... shelter." He nodded before clasping his brother's hand.
"Ugh, it smells so bad here...! Maybe we can find somewhere, or make someplace?" The baby dragon suggested.
Ooh, yay! He he, life is so hectic sometimes.
Haha, okay good to know.
Why had Frey allowed Sverre to tag along? Certainly not because he wanted or needed a bodyguard. Maybe... with his last scuffle with his brother he felt a bit at risk. Dark elves were famed for being fighters, so if Sverre had any honesty about him, then Frey would have little to worry about. Then again, it was Cassius and Augustine against Frey. And then there was Asbel... who was pretty much in the middle.
Before he had time to complain about walking, a bright fire lit up and Frey knew it was the phoenix. Chuckling a bit, relaxed that Asbel was alone, the prince met his concerns with a smirk. Though it was hardly mocking, Frey kept it real, not like the smiles he gave to people he was trying to please. If he was to get Asbel on his side, maybe he could impress him with honesty.
Sverre, all but laughing at the poor phoenix, stepped behind Frey though kept a less than cautious gaze to Asbel. Obviously the dark elf did not regard him a current threat. "Yeah, I'm good. I wouldn't have been without Sverre here, though. He's my new bodyguard!" The prince beamed. That was fun to say. He felt so important with a bodyguard. Maybe others would think he was important now. After all, all his other siblings had their... mounts with them all the time. Now Frey could say he was protected, though he doubted Sverre would last for a month.
"This is Asbel." Frey said plainly, then, trying to instigate something added rather slowly and with a tinge in his cheeks to try and help the phoenix feel better, "Thank you for... uhm... caring? Or watching?" Maybe Asbel wasn't so bad. Maybe he wasn't a total chicken and even though he was pretty annoying.... There were other people to tease, right? If he could make it three verses two then.. "I... I'll try to look out for you too." Frey promised, sounding soft and tired and ready to fall asleep.
"But for now I think I'm gonna follow you..." The prince reasoned with a yawn.
Before he had time to complain about walking, a bright fire lit up and Frey knew it was the phoenix. Chuckling a bit, relaxed that Asbel was alone, the prince met his concerns with a smirk. Though it was hardly mocking, Frey kept it real, not like the smiles he gave to people he was trying to please. If he was to get Asbel on his side, maybe he could impress him with honesty.
Sverre, all but laughing at the poor phoenix, stepped behind Frey though kept a less than cautious gaze to Asbel. Obviously the dark elf did not regard him a current threat. "Yeah, I'm good. I wouldn't have been without Sverre here, though. He's my new bodyguard!" The prince beamed. That was fun to say. He felt so important with a bodyguard. Maybe others would think he was important now. After all, all his other siblings had their... mounts with them all the time. Now Frey could say he was protected, though he doubted Sverre would last for a month.
"This is Asbel." Frey said plainly, then, trying to instigate something added rather slowly and with a tinge in his cheeks to try and help the phoenix feel better, "Thank you for... uhm... caring? Or watching?" Maybe Asbel wasn't so bad. Maybe he wasn't a total chicken and even though he was pretty annoying.... There were other people to tease, right? If he could make it three verses two then.. "I... I'll try to look out for you too." Frey promised, sounding soft and tired and ready to fall asleep.
"But for now I think I'm gonna follow you..." The prince reasoned with a yawn.
Nuzzling against Leo and Sleipnir, he tried to feign a sense of safety. If only he could fool himself so completely, into thinking everything would be okay. He wished he could go back to the few days when Daddy and Father loved, if not each other, them. It felt like a dream, but he also felt his heart maturing. Maybe one day, he imagined, he would meet another dragon and find a real mate. One day he would be happy. It wasn't a maybe in his mind. From now on, he would have to protect his brother.
Frowning deeply, Skylark wanted to grab the sock and throw it, but at the same time he didn't want to hurt Sleipnir , so he just kept his hands to himself, "You aren't keeping that, are you?" Skylark snorted a little meaner than intended. Wrapping tiny wings around his brother, the grey-haired dragon's thin skin felt strangely sensitive. It was most likely because he never really spread his wings around Edge. Well, when Edge was human. It was sad Path wouldn't teach him to fly. That was a tradition among many dragons, that the father would teach his sons to soar.
Nodding once to Leo, Skylark let him know they were ready.
Sighing as he was once again left alone, Charon collapsed onto his bed. Ferrum had left, and he didn't feel like dressing or running around the castle naked. He had done it before, but it was just so tiring... After all, half of them had been imprisoned. Was Edge planning on doing anything about it? He bit his lip in thought. His king cared, right?
They couldn't just make more dragons. They needed the hydra they already had. And just how many of them had survived? He and Noire, probably Beelzebub and most certainly Edge. December and Forte were goners, though, and who knows who else. He hadn't heard from Leo or Blizzard... sighing in defeat, the hydra of lust lied down and tried to fall asleep.
"I... never would I have thought I'd be seeing it alive. And in such a... dubious place, no less. This is the Ygdrassil, Ferrum. The great world tree." The earth beneath them tremored as he leaned down to gently stroke the surface of Regnum's prison. "I... didn't make these to be temporary. You know that." She whispered.
Frowning deeply, Skylark wanted to grab the sock and throw it, but at the same time he didn't want to hurt Sleipnir , so he just kept his hands to himself, "You aren't keeping that, are you?" Skylark snorted a little meaner than intended. Wrapping tiny wings around his brother, the grey-haired dragon's thin skin felt strangely sensitive. It was most likely because he never really spread his wings around Edge. Well, when Edge was human. It was sad Path wouldn't teach him to fly. That was a tradition among many dragons, that the father would teach his sons to soar.
Nodding once to Leo, Skylark let him know they were ready.
Sighing as he was once again left alone, Charon collapsed onto his bed. Ferrum had left, and he didn't feel like dressing or running around the castle naked. He had done it before, but it was just so tiring... After all, half of them had been imprisoned. Was Edge planning on doing anything about it? He bit his lip in thought. His king cared, right?
They couldn't just make more dragons. They needed the hydra they already had. And just how many of them had survived? He and Noire, probably Beelzebub and most certainly Edge. December and Forte were goners, though, and who knows who else. He hadn't heard from Leo or Blizzard... sighing in defeat, the hydra of lust lied down and tried to fall asleep.
"I... never would I have thought I'd be seeing it alive. And in such a... dubious place, no less. This is the Ygdrassil, Ferrum. The great world tree." The earth beneath them tremored as he leaned down to gently stroke the surface of Regnum's prison. "I... didn't make these to be temporary. You know that." She whispered.
CirusArvennicus said
However many people drop.
Pretty much.
Okay, well I have a few things pending about your CS. First of all, it's a little difficult to read because of the tenses you used and such. Second of all, this is meant to be a first-person CS. In other words, it's like your character is talking to us. Lastly, the ability to communicate however subtly, with pokemon, is a bit unacceptable and thus should be duly removed.
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