107 degrees here....I feel like a popsicle stick....
Italics: Our female's mind
Darkened italics: other dragons' minds connected with our female.
Darkened underlined italics: the main dragon first associated with her, otherwise known as the Hungarian Horntail.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K Rowling's work nor do I own her, Europe, or any other placement I add in, though most characters are original.
A territory roar echoing through her mind awakened our character from silver clouded dreams. Intruder! Throwing her wool-woven blanket aside, she stood as she slipped on a vest made of discarded dragon scales, each varying in colors from the darkest of blacks to the lightest of whites. Many hours with a broken dragon's tooth and a spool of thread found in the forest created this fireproof clothing. She then slid on dyed green wool leggings before jumping into a pair of scuffed boots, also found along with the spool, and laced them up tightly, creating a neatly made bow at the top. The woman tied her raven hair back with thread while hurdling down the entire staircase as a chorus of dragons joined in, each roar more treacherous than the last. Human! Intruder! Away foul two legs! Kicking the door open, she was greeted by the sight of her family, her clan, facing a white bearded man with an odd short stick as a weapon. Various colors bursted from this seemingly harmless stick, only to bounce off a targeted dragon's scaled body and head, only further irritating the beast.
"Stop!" She screamed as the man, with a white fur pelt around his neck, muttered and chains appeared around her kin, forcing them into the ground. The man looked up from his catch as she neared, surprise etched on his features. He seemed rather fair, unlike the rugged "dragon hunters" that roam this area. A quick analyze gave her all she needed. Blonde, light skinned, hands uncalloused. Obviously he was pampered. Obviously wrong man to send.
"Away maiden," he commanded sharply when she approached. "These monstrous beasts have been known around these parts for stealing livestock and kidnapping unsuspecting villagers! It is my job, as a worker of the Ministry of Magic, to protect all muggles from the world of magic."
Not my fault the village idiots have a horrible habit with the throwing of cabbages....
Oh sure and the cows, Lenuta? I bet they hurled fast ones.
The dragons rumbled with agitated laughter, causing the man to jump before coughing embarrassingly. Quiet, she thought as he adjusted the white fox fur around his neck,angering her further, and looked at her. "Thank the Gods I was here to enslave these beasts before they--" Her fist slammed into his shaved chin, sending him to the ground.
"How dare you insult these magnificent creatures in my presence!" She kicked the odd stick from his hand before he had the chance to point the smaller end at her. "You are the beast in this area." Placing a foot threateningly above with Adam's apple, she locked eyes with his, her emerald eyes alight with fury. "Don't you ever dare set foot in this area again." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she laid her boot on his throat with little pressure. He doesn't even know how to defend himself without his stick... "You will leave immediately after you release my dragons." He choked when she pressed harder, leaning down to clear her point. "I will kill if you ever give me the chance...do you understand?" His fidgety up movement of his head confirmed her demands so she lifted her foot.
He pushed her away and grabbed his stick and pointed it at a female dragon, Lenuta . "Accio harpoon!" He yelled as Lenuta glanced at her little animagus, who shrugged.
What nonsense is this "wizard" speaking of? Her grumbling laughter erupted in a pained roar as a long, even stick tipped with a piece of sharp precious metal flew straight from the sky into the dragon's back, burying itself deep in between her royally purple scales. The surrounding dragons strained against their heavy metal bonds, noises of anger and sympathy escaping their mouths, her mate louder than the rest. Snake! Dirty! Disgusting! Lenuta, my love!
Golden blood flooded the gash and ran down the sides of her body as Lenuta struggled in her chains unsuccessfully driving the thing in deeper. The wizard laughed viciously as he pulled out tiny little glasses top with something that looked like wood as he strutted to the wounded female.
"Liar!" The animagus screamed as she vaulted herself at him. He turned around, pointed the stick at her and without a word, she found herself frozen. The woman watched helplessly as he collected the blood into the vial, humming to himself as he pocketed it and continued on with another vial, each one larger than the rest. Lenuta's wound healed quickly, as it is customary with magical creatures. The blood collector sighed, ignoring the dragons' roars of hatred, and pulled out a simple hunting knife.
No! Her mind was filled with screams of horror as the man stabbed the wondrous creatures neck and dragged it across unevenly. Lenuta's mighty roar was stilled along with the rest as a tiny guttural noise filled the forest, the last bit of life of the dragon named after a burning torch, Lenuta. Her life flowed out of her purple shell, staining the green grass and the animagus's boots with gold. A thin shriek attacked the air as the Minsitry worker finished with his glasses and looked at the next captured dragon, Blodeuyn, and continued his torture.
Tears collected painfully behind our animagus's eyes as she watched each and every one of her clan slaughtered in the most demeaning of ways. The wretched man even murdered the fledglings, unknowing and naive. Pained words and goodbyes filled her head to the point of insanity. Murder. Murderer! It was too much to bear as the man neared her Horntail. Miruna...
"NO!" She screamed as blood surged through her veins once more. Pain tore at her every being and she struggled once more against her invisible force as the man hacked her beloved dragon to pieces. Once done, he merely flicked his wand in her direction and she dropped to the ground. "You horrible man!" She ran towards his smiling face and merely grabbed thin air as he vanished from sight.
Miruna looked at the carnage around her, her mind suddenly lonely and quiet with only her voice as a companion. Sobs wracked her entire body as the woman fell beside the bits of her dragon, unintentionally covering herself with liquid gold as Miruna wrapped her arms around its ravaged neck. Her body convulsed with sorrow as a thought settled in. A single word. Fight.