Chill Down the Spine

Harkst and his crew were inside of the ice dragon lair, walking down a path that would hopefully lead them somewhere. All of them were still cold and they could see their breath in the air. Most of them still had snowflakes hanging off their fur, but none of them cared for it. They just wanted to find the stash of ice weapons before any of the ice dragons found them.

"Hey, how much further?" asked Renz-Furr.

Harkst growled. "I don't know. Let's just split up when we arrive at the next tunnel."

"Don't you think one of these tunnels could lead directly to a nesting ground full of ice dragons?" suggested Howndst.

"Why don't you try it?"

Harkst shoved Howndst into a tunnel on the left side of the cave, while Harkst and his team went down the right tunnel. A couple members of the 3rd Tactical Division decided to go along with Howndst and Krazat.

"Jackass."

"What's the deal with you and Harkst?" asked Blargazn.

"He's too damn stupid and stubborn to take suggestions from anyone else besides himself. Watch--he's gonna get the whole clan killed." said Howndst.

Nevertheless, Howndst and his men still walked down the tunnel will no objections. Even if they come into contact with a fleet of ice dragons, they would slay all of them and use their hides for breakfast. Howndst and his team slowly walked down the tunnel, breathing heavily while gazing at the various objects they found encased in ice blocks. Some of them looked liked Evil Tikis while others were some odd forms of golems or equipment that looked like it was from the future.

"What is all this stuff?" asked Krazat.

"C'mon Krazat! Don't tell me you didn't know that ice dragons are notorious for robbing people. They're like pirates…if pirates were dragons that is." said Blargazn.

He started to climb on top of an oddly colored rock that was light blue and navy. Howndst suddenly got wide-eyed when he realized that the "rock" he was walking on was actually the back of an ice dragon.

"Blargazn! Stop moving!" he yelled in a whispery voice.

"Why?"

Blargazn looked down and nearly shouted when he too noticed he was perched on top of an ice dragon. It wasn't a baby one either; it was a fully mature adult ice dragon, probably several hundred years old. The only good thing about the whole situation is that Blargazn was stepping on a sleeping ice dragon.

"Let's not panic." said Krazat.

"Why? Because you're standing on an ice dragon or because we're surrounded by nearly 20 of them?" asked Princkl, an Alpha Werewolf with green metal pads.

Everyone looked around the cave and realized that Howndst was right: They stumbled upon a nesting ground full of ice dragons, all of which were sleeping like babies.

"Guys! I just found the stash of weapons in the back!" said Blargazn, pointing to the end of the tunnel.

All of the Lycans saw the giant stash of IceRazors, Thule Spears, Blizzard Wands, and even a couple of Chill Rippers hanging on the rocks. Many of those weapons could destroy thousands of fire dragons without the Werewolves even breaking a sweat. …It's a mystery as to why the dragons even had the weapons anyway, but the Lycans didn't care. They just needed the weapons back.

"Okay…if we can find a way to get around the dragons without waking them up, then we should be fine. All we have to do is try not to step on their noses or any part of their face." said Howndst.

"Just their face? They don't feel anything if I step on their back or stomachs or anything?" asked Princkl.

"The rest of their body is hard from all the ice. You could jump on their back over and over if you wanted to."

Blargazn started jumping up and down on the ice dragon's back.

"I didn't mean that literally!"

After traversing through all of the ice dragons, Howndst and his team arrived at the cache of ice weapons.

"Alright, just take whatever you can carry. We only need enough for the clan." said Howndst.

"Okay."

Howndst and all of the other Werewolves began to latch all of the weapons onto their backs and inside of their armor. They didn't wear much clothing so they couldn't carry much.

"Who's that ice dragon right there, with the yellow snout and wings?" asked Krazat.

Howndst turned around to see a dragon three times the size of a normal ice dragon. His name was Defermes the Ice Dragon, and he was known to steal from some of the richest people in all of Lore…just before he devoured them.

"That's Defermes the Ice Dragon." said Howndst.

"Defermes??? That dragon's gonna be pissed when he realizes we just stole his weapons!" said Princkl.

"We got all our equipment. Now let's move!"

"Right!" said Blargazn.

Just when the wolves were about to leave the tunnel, Blargazn accidentally farted next to an ice dragon's face. Blargazn tried to fan the smell away, but it was too late. The ice dragon sprang to life and sneezed on Blargazn, looking down at him and the other Werewolves.

"Oops." muttered Blargazn.

"What the…INTRUDERS! INTRUDERS! EVERYBODY WAKE UP!!" yelled the ice dragon.

All of the ice dragons began to wake up and were ready to attack the Werewolves. Howndst quickly took out his Lycan Slasher and stabbed an ice dragon in the heart several times over, killing it instantly. All of the ice dragons began to attack the Werewolves and they decided to fight back. Princkl took out his Fearsome DuaLight and flicked it at an ice dragon's face, mutilating it greatly. Krazat hopped off Princkl's back and cut off the dragon's head.

Meanwhile, Howndst and Blargazn were working side by side to take out Defermes and his little squad of baby ice dragons. Blargazn jumped on top of a baby ice dragon and lashed at its face multiple times over until it succumbed to its wounds and died. Then he grabbed a Lycan Slasher and ran underneath another baby ice dragon, gutting it until all of the intestines dropped to the floor. He shouted out loud however, when Defermes blasted his icy breath on him, freezing his feet to the ground.

Krazat was working with the other Alpha Werewolves of the 3rd Division, slashing dragons in the chest and jumping on their backs. Princkl was almost bitten by an ice dragon, but he grabbed its mouth and made sure that its jaw stayed open. Just when the dragon was about to chomp on his head, Princkl burped in its face, causing it to sneeze and groan in detest. Vampires weren't the only ones who hated the 3rd Tactical Division's bad breath. While the dragon was stunned, Princkl picked up another Fearsome DuaLight and threw it in the dragon's neck.

"We just stole a whole cache of weapons! Can't we use them against the dragons?!" yelled Krazat.

"Ice weapons on Ice dragons? Think about it Krazat does that make any sense?" asked Howndst.

"No--OW!!"

Krazat was bit in the ribs. He stabbed the dragon in the mouth as retaliation. Blargazn was still stuck inside the ice and was lashing it with his DuaLight and his claws. But right when he was about to get free, Defermes spotted him and was about to kill him.

"You will pay for murdering my children!" he shouted.

"Little help here Howndst?!"

When Defermes blew two breaths of ice at Blargazn, Howndst shot two arrows from his LycanBow at the streams of air. Both of them made contact, freezing the arrows and causing the breaths to go in a different direction. Blargazn shouted when he tore his feet out of the ice and yelled ferociously, attacking Defermes. The dragon continued to jump and hop backwards, flapping his wings in the air and blasting his icy breath at Blargazn. Unfortunately for Defermes, Howndst leaped off the wall and jumped on top of Defermes, stabbing him in the spine. Defermes roared and shook Howndst off his back, only to get stabbed in the heart by Blargazn.

Pretty soon, all the ice dragons were dead, except for Defermes. He was breathing heavily while holding his chest, walking his way out of the cave. Defermes started to flap his wings, but his weak and battered body wasn't able to support the wings. He fell to his stomach, tired and exhausted. All the Werewolves walked over to the mortally wounded dragon and started licking their lips.

"So…white meat or dark?" asked Krazat.

Outside, everyone was feasting on the ice dragons that they cut apart into little chunks. Renz-Furr was having trouble though, because he could never bite down into the flesh.

"Damnit, why can't I bite down into this?!"

"You gotta crack the ice casing first. All these dragons' hides are covered in hard ice." said Twarzy.

Twarzy took the chuck of flesh that Renz-Furr was biting down on and cracked it against the wall, exposing the soft flesh that was edible.

"See?"

"Oh…I knew that."