Hi, guys! Welcome to "A Parallel View"!

As the name suggests, this fanfic will tell a parallel story in the same world as "Peace at Last".

This fanfic is M-rated, and it's for a reason. Don't panic if you don't like M-rated scenes, I will warn you before them.

At last, I hope you enjoy reading!


Somewhere distant from Warfang there was a cold plain before the frozen mountains, where only a few dragons dared to live. Right now, one of these dragons watched the outside from the mouth of a cave high in a peak, near a cold forest.

He let out a yawn that turned to a dense steam and laid his muzzle on the cold rocky floor, while watched the wind stroke the trees and raise snow from the forest ground and listening it hiss in the mouth of the cave.

He was Yolfrin, probably the only fire dragon living in such a cold place, and also the younger and the only male in his group.

His group like many others used to be larger, but after the Dawn of the Dragon that restored the world, many dragons left the shelters looking for relatives, friends, or just a better place to live, trusting that the world was saved but the purple dragon of the prophecy.

Only three dragons stayed with him: Two adult females and one elder female. They were no relatives of him. They met him by the way about a year ago wondering lonely and offered him shelter.

At least the females had always been kind to him, often offering him a share of their food that he sometimes gladly accepted, since he used to hunt alone and get back home with empty paws once in a while. The adults used to spend time together somewhere out of the cave, coming back by nightfall while the elder one rarely left. Yolfrin would talk to her when he wasn't out there exploring alone.

Their living together was rather good, enough to make him stay in such remote place. However, he sometimes thought of leaving the group and explore the world without coming back, but he always feared regretting that decision.

While he didn't have a decision, he would just wait.

His red-colored eyes continued to gaze the outside while he pondered what could be out there.

As a male dragon, it was inherent to him to search for females of his age around, and he always did so. Even after coming back day after day without having found even a weak scent of a dragoness or a trace of dragon life, Yolfrin was sure that someone had to live nearby, or at least that something interesting could be found. Not finding any dragoness also never kept him from dreaming.

The wind changed its direction for a second, giving the dragon a cold breeze that seemed to steal his body warmth. A pure fire dragon would never get used with living in such cold place, and he didn't. He just got used with feeling cold and sometimes shivering.

That cold wind in the face made him stop marvel with the outside and get back to reality.

It was late afternoon, and going out to full his belly before night time was desirable. With that in mind, he got up and stretched his wings. Without thinking much, he jumped from the cave and spread his wings. The wind was always something to keep in mind when flying, especially close to the mountains, where it was strong and unpredictable, but Yolfrin always handled that well, at least not close to the big mountains.

He started his search for prey by flying overhead the cold forest near home, but down there nothing seemed to move, only small animals that didn't deserve his attention.

He patiently scanned his hunting ground flying in circles, thinking that he left something pass unnoticed. He always used to hunt in that area, but now not a single prey was seen. But even with the night time drawing near the dragon refused to go home and sleep with an empty belly.

He then turned his course to a rarely explored area by him, closer to the mountains. He hoped to find sheep there.

A quite bad idea actually, since the rough cold winds tired him, and without enough energy to keep himself warm he could freeze into an ice statue. It also sent him out of his route without him noticing.

Yet, eventually he found what looked to be a sheep herd, and sheep meat was one of his favorites. He quickly dived from the sky, not caring if the sheep would see him. The herd fled desperately once noticed them, but with a flyby he caught his victim sheep within his claws. The sheep struggled to break free, but he finished it quickly by biting its neck. Feeling relieved and eager to eat, he landed to have his meal, carrying the sheep in his fangs. He dragged his prize a few steps, taking a better place to cook it.

The smell of burning furs and cooked sheep soon took the air around him, and the wind carried it away, calling the attention of other creatures.

Without worrying about that, Yolfrin was happily eating the sheep's prime meats when some rustling coming from a bush called his attention. He lifted his head from his meal and gazed around while still chewed. He saw nothing other than trees and bushes.

The cold wind whistled around him making the tree's leaves rustle, and he assumed it was just the wind and went back to his meal. He tore another piece of sheep meat with his razor teeth and started chewing, but suddenly he heard the sound of a cracking stick. Something had to be around. He quickly rose his head and gazed around searching for threats, taking a defensive position while quickly chewed and swallowed the meat.

A dry stench came to his nostrils but before he could trace it, he saw a wyvern lunging in middle air for him. His eyes widened and his belly gone cold with adrenalin. In a first reflex he gave a strong but quick swipe of his left paw, that connected somewhere in the wyvern, and both rolled the snow trying to hit each other. When they stopped, the dragon desperately tried to hit the wyvern over him, but it managed evade and bit his left forepaw. The dragon shouted with pain and anger, and clawed the wyvern in the face, shoving it. He quickly got up, then and took steps back, releasing a mighty flamethrower from his mouth that engulfed the wyvern, who gave a painful high pitched cry. It quickly retreated to get out of his range and the dragon stopped the flamethrower.

They faced each other for a while in defensive positions. The wyvern shrieked menacingly and agressively to him, showing its big fangs that were easily bigger than his own.

Yolfrin replied by releasing another fire breath that made the wyvern retreat even more, and then flee.

Yolfrin panted lightly, still taken by surprise. He had never fought such creature before.

He then looked down at the snow and saw his wounded paw, widening his eyes in sequence. The wound was deeper than he expected, reaching the bone, and as result of that his paw was starting to bleed freely. His heart skipped a beat.

"Dammit! What do I do?!" He thought.

Without thinking much more, he laid down over his belly and threw snow over the wound, pressing it trying to stop the bleeding.

The wyvern however wasn't the only thing attracted by the smell of cooked meat, and luckily for him, the other two were way more desirable. Two young ice females that lived nearby curiously followed the scent of cooked meat, just to find the dragon pressing his paw under the snow and a few blood marks around. And a dead sheep.

"Are you alright?" A spooked female voice suddenly called his attention.

He looked backwards just to meet the two girls cautiously approaching from behind him, concernedly.

"A wyvern attacked me!" He said, pained and panting lightly.

The girls looked to each other and ran to him.

"Let me see this paw!" One of the girls said, gazing his buried paw. She cautiously picked his paw from the snow and gazed at it.

"Is it a bite?" The other one asked, concernedly.

He only nodded his head, still pained.

The girl holding his paw got her muzzle a little closer and sniffed the wound.

"He's poisoned." She said, and put his paw back over the snow. "Haily, you take care of him, I'll take an antidote."

"Poisoned?!" The dragon gasped.

Haily only nodded and she quickly left running fast as she could.

"Hold on now boy, she might take a while." The female said, while tried to stop the bleeding on his paw.

Visibly shocked, by everything that happened so fast, he asked the girl: "What's the effect of wyvern poison?"

"It makes you...uh..." The dragoness started and paused, continuing after releasing a sigh. "It makes you bleed to death."

"Damn!" He sadly said and took a deep breath. "I should cauterize that."

"No!" She bellowed. "It will make the wound much harder to heal!"

He said nothing, just lowered his gaze from her.

"My sister will be coming with the antidote and you'll be fine." She assured.

He nodded weakly and laid his head in the snow, trying to relax and ignore the pain. She was still making pressure over his paw.

"You can't pass out." Haily warned.

"I'm alright for now..." He replied.

The adrenalin he got in the combat greatly eased the pain he was feeling now, and luckily to him that bite was the only wound he suffered. If he had received more, he would bleed much faster.

Haily's sister took two more minutes to get back. When she did, the dragon was already feeling the wound hurt much more than before, and also burn from inside, almost like the wyvern had left its teeth there. He didn't complain though, just kept his head low and tried to ignore the pain.

"She's coming!" She called him. seeing her sister gliding to them.

He raised his head from the snow and followed her gaze.

The dragoness landed right before them with a few herbs with different colors in her maw. She approached until she could feed him the herbs.

"Chew it well before swallowing." She warned.

The herbs had a really bitter taste and even more after eating his favorite meal, but it was still better than bleedind to death.

He hardly swallowed that, and continued glaring at both.

"Maybe we should bring him with us." The dragoness who gave him the herbs said. "The herbs will do nothing if we don't bandage him and keep him warm."

Her sister only nodded. Yolfrin was starting to shiver at this point.

"Can you walk?" She asked him.

"I... guess so." He replied and started to get up, doing his best to ignore the pain but not able to hide it in his face.

"I'll help him." Her sister said, noticing that.

"Okay then." He nodded and hardly stood up.

Haily careful put his wounded paw around her neck so he could walk with the other three.

With that the sisters walked him home, just a few minutes walking. The sky was going dark and the winds even colder. Unable to get back home and bleeding, the fire dragon could freeze if let on the snow.

The bleeding decreased, but didn't halt completely. Some blood dripped over Haily's snow white scales, but she didn't seem to bother too much about it.

Their home was a cave in ground level, under a rocky formation. The trees and snow helped to hide its entrance from other creatures. It was warmer than the outside and protected them from direct wind.

The dragonesses had two beds that were sheepskins stretched over the dirt floor, that was already better than sleeping over exposed rock.

"Put him on my bed." The other dragoness said while standing aside the bed.

Haily was about to walk him closer to it, but he refused.

"I can do it. Thanks." He said. She just nodded and got his paw from her neck.

He then limped a few steps and lay down on the sheepskin.

The other dragoness approached and gazed his paw closely.

"We need to clean that wound tomorrow morning. We'll take you to a river near here." She said.

He just nodded his head to her.

"For now I'll bandage that with leather so it may stop bleeding." She continued.

"Thank you two, for helping me. You two are very kind." He cracked a smile.

Both stopped and gave him a small smile.

"You may call me Ivy." She said.

"And I'm Haily." The other beamed.

"I'm Yolfrin, pleased to meet you two." He smiled back.

"Pleased to meet you too." Both smiled.

Ivy turned to pick a leather piece to bandage him, while Haily approached him a bit.

"I've to ask: Why is a fire dragon here?" She curiously questioned.

He left a pained giggle, and replied.

"I used to live alone but one day I was found by a small group of dragons. They offered me shelter and I moved to the snowy plains with them and lived nearby here since when."

"They must be looking for you then." Haily replied.

"I don't think so, they might think I just left." He said.

Ivy approached him, and she gave both some space so Ivy could bandage his paw. Haily watched the process.

"Is it too tight?" Ivy asked him.

"It's fine." He replied. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Ivy gave him a small smile and walked away.

She bandaged his paw tightly to stop the bleeding and keep dirt away from it. Still, it was not enough and the wound would have to be washed or soon would grow infected.

"Now you rest, we will go to the river at dawn." Ivy continued

"Where are you going to sleep?" He curiously asked, ready to get up from her bed.

"Stay." She said, pointing a paw to him. "You need a bed more than me."

He settled down again, and beamed at her. "Thanks again, then."

"We're glad to help." She gave him a small smile and made herself comfortable over the dirt.

The male did the same and lay his head over the sheep wool, noticing the dragoness scent impregnated on it. The whole cave had a light female scent, but in Ivy's bed her smell was much stronger. For him, that was enjoyable and even a bit exciting, almost enough to make him forget his hurt paw and his rough day.


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