We shift our gaze, to view a lone dragon perched atop a hill, looking over Warfang. This dragon was no older than at least 24, and his scales were black, more black than Cynder's, black as the moon-less night, some say. His underbelly, horns, tail appendix, wing membrane, and spines, the brownish-gold of wheat. His eyes were gold like the currency of the Dragon Realms, and a small scar from a dragon claw resided under his left eye, around his neck he wore a shard from a dark spirit gem, not big enough to drain energy from other dragons however. This dragons build was practically like Spyro's. Another dragon sat to the left of him, this dragon had scales black as obsidian, while his underbelly, horns, tail appendix, and wing membrane are a dark grey, on the end of his tail was not but two twin spikes on either side, both razor sharp. This dragon has three dew claws on his paws, wore an eye brow piercing, silver bracelets on his front legs, and a red bandana around his neck.
"Do you think everyone in Warfang knows me?" The first one asked. "I do not know, Hisprac, I'm not a mind reader." The other responded, revealing the first dragon's name as Hisprac. "I just, leute behandeln mich wie scheiße (people treat me like shit) if they know who I am, you know." Hisprac said. "Yeah, don't worry 'bout it though, just shake it off." The second dragon responded. "Daniel, you can't just have your fucking life ruined and shake it off!" Hisprac now said, revealing the second dragon as Daniel. A moment of silence passed before Daniel spoke the words, "You said you were from a Germanic part of the dragon realms, right?" "Well, actually I'm from an American part, but me and my brother's eggs were separated. I ended in a Germanic region and so I have a German accent, know the language, and have a name pronounced in the German language." Hisprac corrected, remembering him, Daniel, and a third, all in a happy life, where they exchanged information about the regions they're from and their language. Daniel was from a Mexican region, and the third was a from a French. "What are you planning for tomorrow?" Daniel asked. "What, no fore "shadow!" Hisprac punned. "Shut up!" Daniel said, he was obviously annoyed by this action, "I'm guessing we're going to Warfang." "Ja. (Yes.)" Hisprac replied.
If anyone is wondering, this story is mostly involving my OC's, and this takes place several years after the war with the Dark Master. I own nothing related to Spyro except the OC's in here.