Hello! This is a series of one shots that will mainly be between by OC and Cynder. Of varying themes and what not. I apologize for not updating anything, but I am very busy, and found that short, random one shots work very well for me at this moment. As seen by Stories in the Ink. Either way, I doubt this will get much attention, since this fandom is very against Spyro/OC or Cynder/OC...but I don't care. Think of something creative and not rum-dumb-dull and boring! Yay fucked up pairings! Either way, have fun. Or not. That's up to you.
It had been several months since the defeat of Malefor, and Cynder had fallen within deep contemplation. The black dragoness looked upon the thriving valley before her, the rays of the rising sun gleaming upon her metal braces and choker as the wind whispered softly, stirring the valley's inhabitants to greet a newly birthed dawn.
The former Terror had been at a loss ever since the fall of her master. All her life she had only known orders, known obedience. Ever since Spyro, her world had shattered. It had been both relieving, yet stressing. She hated Spyro, yet she loved him. What he had done was kind. He had freed her from her shackles, from her twisted servitude. What he had done was cruel. He had stolen her away from the only world she had known. He had forced into an even harsher world. Before, Cynder was in a world where she belonged. Now, Cynder was in a world that simply did not want her. And it was all Spyro's fault.
Yes, Cynder was treated as an equal among Spyro and the Guardians, but that was it. The rest of the draconic population simply did not trust her. At times, she could not tell which life was worse.
Worse yet, Cynder could not tell where the servant ended, and she, herself, began. How much of her wanted to serve once more? How much of her wanted to find herself, her true self, not the servant?
Cynder wasn't sure.
Sighing, the former Terror had turned around, freezing in her steps as she had seen a massive wolf staring upon her with fur of winter's first snow, eyes clouded and irises crimson. A horrific scar caused by three talons had run from the base of its ear, over the eye and stopping under the chin, deep and lasting. Yet the thing that disturbed her most was the extra set of talons the canine had upon the inner forearms, flexing and opposable.
Her muscles tensed. Something was wrong. Her talons dug into the ground, preparing for a fight. Before Cynder registered what had happened, the beast had found its jaws around her throat, movements almost supernatural as she heard the snapping of metal and the jolt of pain.
Twisting and twirling the pair had rolled around the soft grass, hisses and snarls cutting through the air, dirt uprooting and fur flying.
As swiftly as the grappling began, it was over, the wolf drawing back and bounding away a safer distance.
Cynder swiftly rose to her paws, snarling and exposing her fangs, venom filling her open maw. It was then she noticed something, a weightlessness, a nakedness that she did not realize before. Looking upon the ground, the former Terror had seen the shards of her choker upon the ground, glimmering in the grasses. Even her bracers were gone, mauled off, though her scales were not damaged.
Her emerald eyes had widened in shock and disbelief. The comfort and symbol of her slavery-crushed in the jaws of a beast. Slowly Cynder's eyes had fallen towards the creature, whose gaze had remained unfocused, looking towards her, or passed her. She could not tell.
"Now...you are free. No longer bound. I never forgot you, though it appears you have forgotten me, Cynder." The massive wolf spoke, though Cynder doubted it was truly a wolf. The voice was deep, yet soft, masculine.
The black dragoness cocked her head, "You...know me? Who are you?"
"It does not matter. You do not remember me. But I do not blame you." The beast spoke, slowly moving off into the forest, away from the scorching sun.
Cynder frowned before looking upon the shards of her past, and felt a lightness within her chest.
The shackles of a servant she wore no more.
Now, Cynder was free.
Finally free.
Expect this to be updated semi frequently. Still not as much as Stories in the Ink, but still. Oh, and before I forget, the prequel to this was...The Terror and The Beast, if I remember. Either way, thank you for reading and if you have any hate rants over the pairing, send them my way.
Cheers.
