Spyro & Cynder: The Chieftess of the Clans

by deviantMIND1

Spyro & Cynder and a dark dragon must defend their Marsh Dragon allies. When a chieftain falls, a young Marsh Dragoness called Vahali Zora becomes the 1st ever Chieftess of a clan of Marsh Dragons. Can she handle her role?. THE STORY'S BETTER THAN THE SUMMARY! Please R&R. Contains detailed adult situations. War themes. Pairings: SpyroXCynder OCxOC. 2nd story in my series.

37. Little Brother, Please Gimme Away

~~Little Brother, Please Gimme Away~~

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In the Voldor Desert fort, General Victor Fowl, the queen's hand of the desert, overlooks the burning of the dead grublins and gremlins, who attacked just a mere hour ago. The creatures, who now char in roaring, ten-foot-high fires, had claimed the lives of one hundred of Victor's men. His heart near-breaks at the sight of his most loyal soldiers being stripped of their guns, swords, ID tags and ammo, then being wrapped in linen and dropped in a twenty-foot-wide, square mass grave. Victor was brought back into his typical, collected state by the voice of his right-hand-troll, Dimitri

"General, the dog tags of our fallen comrades will be sent to their families as soon as another zeppelin arrives to drop off our supplies," he stated.

Victor, riding his ever loyal mount, turned to his right-hand-troll. Dimitri could see the sadness in his expression and became concerned for his commanding officer and friend "Sir?" he tried to gain the generals attention, baffled by his unusual state of being. "Is something wr-"

"They almost had us. They took the lives of 100 soldiers...out of 300. They took the battle to the innards of this fortress, and all because they caught us off guard," the general almost cried. The thought that he almost failed his, queen, his kingdom, and his family, as well as failing the families of the fallen soldiers. "From now on, Dimitri, we have gongs in the towers, Spotlights, snipers, and tripod guns in all directions. We never get caught sittin' 'round on our leathery asses, swigging mead, and singin' folk songs...got it!"

Dimitri pulled an awestruck expression at his companions behavior. "Sir why are you act-"

Victor pointed at the caved-in tomb behind him. "They almost opened the tomb. We were inches away from failing our species, our families and our queen! The ancient army..." Victor cut off and took a look around. He noticed a majority of his men looking at him, whilst carrying out their duties of maintaining newly-installed, four-barreled flak canons and tossing corpses onto fires. He then turned to look down at his companion on the ground. "I'll tell you later, Dimitri. Meet me by the dreadwing stables, tonight. So long as you can keep a secret...You can keep a secret, can't you?" Victor questioned. Dimitri nodded in response. "Good, friend." Victor snapped the reins and Amber knew to take him back to his fort, reading her rider's mind. As she walked away, Victor looked down at his companion "The stables, tonight, one hour after the day-shift's end and the night watches begin."

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Blaze slumbers on her fluffy, feather-stuffed bed on her side, her tail swaying and her legs twitching in sweet dreams. Spyro and Cynder stand before their slumbering daughter. For once, Spyro and Cynder awoke prior to their hyperactive, flirtatious, joking daughter. The two look at each other with a smile, as to see their daughter kick and moan in her sleep

"Touch me, and it's electric avenue!" Blaze growled in her sleep.

"Wakey wakey, Blaze," Cynder chuckled, causing her daughter to gasp awake

"What!" she panted, before sighing with relief and eyeing her mother maliciously. "Mom! I was having the best dream ever! I was a singer in Warfang and I got into this hot tub and...and..." Blaze's mind and expression went completely blank. "Now I lost my train of thought." Blaze planted a paw on her face. "I'm an airhead!" she shrieked, gaining a chuckle from her parents. "You guys aren't siblings are you?"

Spyro and Cynder gasped aloud at their daughter's question "Blaze!"

"Well, if it's not a personal question, am I the product of brothers and sisters bakin' cookies," she giggled.

"If it's not a personal question?" Cynder growled "How much more personal could you get, Blaze? Now get ready for class!" she ordered, her and her purple life-mate eyeing their daughter maliciously. Blaze smiled, casting her mother's words to the back of her mind. She got up and took some dried meat from the larder of their room. After finishing her meal, Blaze went behind her slightly lavish, magenta-changing wall. Behind it, where her parents could not see her, was a small wooden table, painted with glistening red paint. Sitting upon it was a large well of feminine, red-colored perfume with a cloth, soaked with it. Being a dragon, she had no opposable thumbs nor appendages to perfume herself. So she took the cloth in her claw and rubbed her armpits with it, before she dropped it on the stone floor and proceeded to roll in it like a canine, covering her body in the sweet-smelling liquid whilst she softly sang It's Raining Men. Her parents, laying on their bellies on their fur bed, tilted their heads, wondering why she was so eager to attend class. But then they looked at each other and thought of her humanoid boyfriend, Drake, and rolled their eyes with a sinister smile and a weak nod. Cynder then spoke up," Hope your not planning on...exploring with Drake today, Blaze."

"What have you got against Drake, mom?" Blaze scoffed.

"Young boys can be frisky. He's a half-breed. And he is a danger to you...enough said." Cynder spoke.

"Well how am I supposed to meet my soul-mate?" Blaze questioned her.

Cynder gazed into the eyes of her purple life mate and coiled tails with him "You'll probably have to meet yours to same way I met your father."

Blaze laughed through her nostrils "That was so stupid. You and dad were shackled by the Dark Master," she giggled. "What are the odds of me ever being shackled to anybody? The chances of ever being shackled to somebody of the opposite sex are like...a million to one."

Cynder and Spyro chuckled weakly "Actually, Blaze, in the real world, it's more like ten to one," Spyro chuckled "Your mother and I woke up with magic shackles around our necks."

Blaze emerged from her dressing wall, with her horns rings and her whole body dripping with perfume "Drake IS my soul-mate, daddy."

"I don't want my daughter out adventuring with a trigger happy half-breed," Spyro said with a serious expression "Trolls have been the number one threat to the peaceful realm for over a decade now, though the threat is slowly decreasing."

Cynder nipped Spyro on the neck hard, gaining a yelp from him as he faced her. He was awestruck at her serious expression she was giving him "Spy. Shigi, Drake's father, was our friend. We knew him. Remember? If it weren't for him, we may never have liberated the fishing colony on Dante's Freezer. If it weren't for him...ancestors knows what could have come out of that pointless conflict," Cynder reminded her purple life-mate

Spyro sighed, before he nuzzled her weakly "Cyn, Shigi may have been different, but he was just one troll out of millions," he said, loud enough for his daughter to hear. Spyro turned to his daughter with a serious expression, even more serious then before "You should stay away from Drake, Blaze," he almost growled "He's leading you astray. All young boys want is...you know what!"

Blaze gasped "No, daddy. Drake would never do that."

"Really? While me and your mom were spying on you and Drake, he mentioned the word 'Screw' I heard it loud and clear, Blaze. He's a potential pervert. And that speech disability of his...urg!" Spyro growled, reminding them of the first play-date Blaze and Drake first had.

"He was just joking, daddy. And that speech thing isn't his fault. He inherited it." Blazes eyes began to water with sadness

"I don't want him near you again, OK?"

"Daddy, no!" she shrieked. Blaze approached her father for a nuzzle. Sobbing beyond control. She licked his snout and Spyro nuzzled his daughter in response. Before long, Blaze laid her head on the back of his neck "Pwease don't take Drake away from me, daddy. I know him. I understand him. And he understands me. I asked him out, and he said 'yes' instantly. I don't think the dragons in the class would have accepted my offer if I asked them. Drake would never do anything to hurt me." She rubbed her head up and down her fathers neck whilst wrapping an arm around him. "Ground me, daddy, but don't take Drake away from me."

Spyro sighed and wrapped an arm around his daughter, and rubbed her back "Blaze, you're my daughter. If you were in my position, you'd think the same for your children. Know what I mean?" Blaze merely began to sob into his chest scales. Spyro then turned to Cynder for help with the situation. Looking into her eyes for help. Cynder told him, with her eyes, to allow Blaze at least the ability to see Drake in the safety of the temple and the academy, reinforced with a nod from her "Tell you what, Blaze, you can still socialize with Drake, but you can't go out wandering. Don't go following him into the woods and any other places where you can't be seen."

Blaze sniffled and gave her father a lick on the neck and a weak smile "Thanks, daddy. You've done a great deal for Drake and me." With that, Blaze chose the moment to turn towards the door of their room, before she turned her head around to face her parents "Seriously though, are you guys brother and sister? 'Cause there's something wrong with me. My mind keeps going blank."

Spyro and Cynder cackled "No," Cynder said. "Mommy's more respectful than that."

"What ever helps you sleep at night, mom."

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At sunrise, all in the temple had risen, the children learn their elements in the academy, whilist the adults enjoyed some time to themselves: drinking and taking flights, and "baking cookies". Save for, of course, the newly engaged dragons, Jeenie and Volteer. They slumber, calmed by each others warmth, sleeping with their under-bellies pressed, their tails coiled and wings wrapped around one another. Meanwhile, Dasha and Pyro slumber on a small white fur in the corner of the room. They sleep back to back, as Pyro has nearly no trust left for his deviant twin sister, fearing she will try some of her "female healing" on him. Volteer awoke with a long groan, as he pulled away from Jeenie's warmth and got up, his body cracked all over as he began his stretch. When he finished cracking, Volteer looked at the mammoth-sized, thick glass window of his room, he now shared with his life-mate and her children, and gasped at the time, which he could tell by the sunlight.

"By our ancestors, I'm late, tardy, delayed, behind schedule, crap-crap-crap," he rambled, pacing around the room, waking Jeenie and her children. Volteer nudged Dasha and Pyro from their bed "C'mon, children. Your...we're late for school!"

Jeenie awoke with a groan and smiled weakly at Volteer "Relax, baby, we have plenty of time," she assured him, "Calm down, okay? I don't like it when your in this state of panic and...rambling all in one," she giggled.

Dasha and Pyro began to ravage through the larder of Volteer's room, doing everything to get ready for their day at the academy.

Volteer approached them, panic in his breathing, "Come, children, we can have some food in the academy, my treat. We must go!"

Dasha and Pyro then joined Volteer, walking at his feet, as he approached Jeenie for a brief nuzzle. The side of their heads rubbed, before he licked her muzzle and began to walk out the door, Dasha and Pyro at his feet.

Pyro stopped in his tracks, realizing he forgot something. "Crap, I don't have makeup on!" he shrieked.

Dasha smiled and faced him and coiled her tail around his neck, half-dragging him away "Neither do I, Pie, but let's go, you can last a day without it."

When Volteer passed through the door of his room, he began to walk down the hall, Dasha and Pyro slightly ahead of him, when he was stopped in his tracks by the sinister giggling of his new life-mate. He looked back around and saw her waiting by the threshold of his...their room, with a small strip of fur hanging by her tail-scythe. Volteers eyes shot open, surprised to see her slowly rub the fur on her sex, moaning and smiling at him.

"Fiancée, have a whiff...for luck," she smiled, before she, with one swing of her tail, threw the heavenly-smelling fur at Volteer, landing it on his snout.

He took a whiff, whilist Dasha and Pyro were already walking ahead of him towards the academy. He swayed his tail at the smell of his new love's scent. "Why thank you, my love," he thanked, his voice muffled by the **-infused fur. He turned away and walked down the hall. Every few minutes, keeping the fur with him, he took deep inhales through his nose, making his tail shake and back muscles to flinch. Luckily Pyro and Dasha could not see him, as they were far to ahead.

"My oh my, is she naughty," Volteer said to himself before heading into the direction of the academy with the heavenly-smelling fur still on his snout.

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Jun 30th

Meanwhile, Helix and his flightless, scale-less daughter, clinging to his back, recently flew over Warfang. He decided to land and stop for a beverage in one of the many dozen bars, or a binge in the market-stalls, to refresh himself for the journey to Twilight Falls and attend his sister's wedding anniversary.

Kiara scans the city, astonished at the mere size of the Dragon City "You used to live here, daddy?" she shrieked, "It's incredible! I've never seen a better sight such as this city."

"This is where me and your aunts used to get into trouble for thrills. We went to the academy here, too. But daddy was born in the Fire Dragon's Temple," he explained as he came in for landing.
He lowers his claws and flaps passionately to slow down as he landed on a roof-dome of one of the taller buildings. When he finally made his way down, he walked through an avenue of stalls, vendors were moles and cheetahs, selling jewelry, exotic foods and the like. As he browsed in the stalls, his eyes shot open, surprised as to see three trolls of The Purple Vulture Resistance, dressed in purple cloaked and black ranger-helmets, walk through the street, one in question was in a black leather uniform and wore a sea-captain-like hat with a purple feather and used a steel scepter to support himself, though he seemed very able. All the dragons merely looked, as nearly all knew of their alliance with the troll's Purple Vulture Resistance of Dante's Freezer and kept their distance. Helix, however, worked up the courage to approach the three trolls, knowing who the uniformed figure was.

The trolls stopped in their track and kept their hands on their side-arms, fearing the gigantic dark-dragon "Samuel Van Vulture," he shrieked

Samuel scratched his stubbly, leathery chin "Do I know you, dragon?"

"Helix Oblivion Vanguard Sea, remember? The colony liberation of Dante's Freezer? Den Vax's defeat? C'mon you remember my sisters and me."

The troll's eyes immediately shot open. "Ah, Helix, you are the older brother of Venus O'Van Sea. I remember when she had her child in my little fishing paradise," he giggled "She licked me all over the face in joy and wouldn't stop. Has your sister always been so...'ow do I say it respectively? Erm..."

"Ditzy?" Helix finished his sentence.

"Yeah. So what bring you to the Dragon City?" Samuel asked.

"I have intel documents for Volteer's hands and eyes only, as he is the leading guardian is he not? But I have no clue where he is," Samuel said, giggling, and rubbing the back of his neck.

"He's in the Twilight Falls Dark Dragon's temple, my favorite place. I'm heading there right now. You can get on my back. There's plenty of room," Helix offered.

Van Vulture shrugged "Sure beats walkin'. C'mon, men." Van Vulture began to walk but was cut off by one of his personnel guard, stepping infront of him

"Forgive me, master, but should we trust this dragon we hardly know?"

"Hardly know!" Samuel shrieked "This dragon and his sisters are part of the reason we now control the free village of the peace-loving fishing colony of Dante's Freezer. If it weren't for the dragon species, we would be still freezing our leathery arse's off in an ancient ruin."

The body-guard bowed "Forgive me, Van Vulture."

The resistance leader and his body-guards boarded Helix, Samuel on his neck and his men clinging to his sides. Kiara was taken in her fathers talons, carefully of course, and he ran down an empty street before he took to the sky.

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Jun 30th

Drake is escorted by his gigantic mother, Venus, to the temple's academy. When the mother and her humanoid child stand before the mammoth doors of the academy, they exchange a long, reassuring nuzzle.

"Be safe, my baby," Venus whispered, "Don't you go astray with that lady-friend o' yours. What's her name?"

"Blaze, mom," Drake rolled his eyes, whilst stroking his dragon mother's muzzle "And she is not what you think."

"Blaze, yeah. I don't mind you being friends with her, but please pwomise mommy you'll say no to her every once in a while," she cooed

"Erm...no, but yeah, but no, but yeah, but no, but yeah I will promise, but I should've actually been in that area with Blaze, because something happen' for somethin' or nothin'. What happen was: Me, Dasha, Pyro and Blaze went to explore, like fiddling 'round with ape skulls and the like. And I held one in my hand that started to come alive and I'm like 'Don't be given me evils.' So it was her fault but, yeah, but I think I might have a thing for her or somthin' or nothin'."

Venus licked her son on the face "You think she could be your other-half," Venus giggled "That's so cute," she cooed.

"Yeah she thinks I'm Draco-tastic," he laughed "Could I even invite Blaze 'round? Or she could take me to her place?" Drake asked, pleading with his eyes and smile.

Venus smiled, rolling her eyes "Sure," she nodded "but no more adventures!"

"Oo-kay," Drake giggled.

"Go get 'em, mommy's little man," she encouraged, before she nudged him towards the door.

Drake growled frustratingly as he approached the door "Please stop callin' me that, ma," he growled back at her whilist approaching the doors. Venus casted her humanoid son's comment from her mind and walked away, her tail swaying as she walked.

Drake pushed open the double, mammoth-sized doors with his hands and gazed upon his classmates, his cousins and his dragoness-friend, Blaze, standing before Volteer and the guardians. His late appearance gained the attention of the guardians, who turned their heads and greeted him with a smile, even Volteer

"Ah, Drake, please, please come in, youngin. It is an incredible, stupendous day to be learning the elements, yes?" Volteer said, his voice like honey, though, as usual, fast and almost hard to interpret.

"Erm...sure. Gods are you on happy-potions or somethin' or nothin'?" Drake chuckled and smiled weakly, confused by Volteer's sudden smiling at him. He approached his place in the line with his cousins. When Drake stood in his place, his cousins at his feet, he turned his head to Blaze, as to hear her 'psst' at him. He looked at her with a weak smile and she smiled back more widely. Her smile and body language alone was asking Drake if he wanted to go exploring after class, like they usually do. Drake mouthed, "We will talk later." She took the near-silent words as music and they both faced the guardians with a weak smile, confused about seeing Volteer in his current, unusual mood. He was too happy, even for himself.

"Now, class, we will, to the best of our ability, take the fisrt steps into mastering your abilities, should some of you have the courage and are willing to place much effort forward in doing so, you will be powerful dragons and...half breeds," Volteer announced proudly, averting his attention to Drake as he finished the sentence.

"Don't you go callin' me a half breed or something or nothin' or some other thing. because you are well gonna get beatings," Drake threatened, with his usual Volteer-rivaling voice

He looked down at the scaly, humanoid child of Venus's, having ignored his threat. "1st, Drake O'Van Sea, son of Venus and Shigi O'Van Sea."

Drake approached Volteer with his hands met, slightly trembling in nervousness, yet he stood before the electric guardian and looked up at him. "Gods, Volteer, I could barely unleash Flames, I doubt I have thunder, ice or somthin' or nothin'," he doubted himself in his usual tongue.
Jun 30th

"Now, now, Drake, no neph-student of mine is going to have doubt in their hearts, pure-bred or no," Volteer reassured with a weak smile, shaking his head as he nearly called Drake his "nephew".

Drake caught Volteer's words and looked up at him with a poisonous expression, "What did you call me, you old light-bulb or somethin' or nothin'?"

"Your...aunt has asked to tie the knot, so to speak," Volteer said with a happy expression, oblivious to Drake's anger.

"Whaaat?" Drake gargled his dragon-like, troll-sized throat.

"I wouldn't want a nephew of mine not succeeding in the elements now, would I?"

"Don't you go callin me that, teach. I wont have an uncle like you-a ridiculing oldie. Now let's just learn the elements or somethin' or nothin', shall we, hmm? Time's-a wastin' here."

Volteer was taken aback by Drake's poisonous words. He hung his head and sighed 'Will he EVER accept me as an uncle? Just because he is half-troll and half-dragon doesn't mean he should act this way ,' Volteer thought. "Very well," he sighed aloud. "Close your eyes and clear you mind, Drake, and think only electricity." Drake obliged and pointed his nose to the ceiling, his eyes shut tightly, his mind as blank as fresh parchment. "Breath slowly and deeply, youngin, and allow the element to consume you and then...unleash it."

Drake did so for a good 5 minutes before sighing with frustration and threw in the towel, so to speak. He crossed his arms and gazed at the gigantic electric guardian, "I ain't got power or somethin' or nothin', that's for damn sure."

Volteer shook his head. "Fear not Drake, as you may have an additional element yet." Volteer spoke, turning his head to Cyril "Let's see if you have ice within you, youngin."

"Yes, fire and ice can be used against all enemies, when used correctly at the correct moment," Cyril explained with his usual 'silver-back' tone, standing before Drake

Drake smiled and nodded slowly, happily thinking about learning Ice "I can see myself using ice, Cyril." Drake enthusiastically returned to his blank-minded stance before the Ice Guardian He began to breathe deeply and heavily, whilist Cyril let loose a glistening, cold mist over Drake, gaining a gasp of shock from him when he opened his eyes

"Don't go breathin' me evils," he growled, gaining a giggle from a young electric dragoness in the class. "Yeah. I've seen you walkin' 'round Wafang with your tail up!" he pointed, gaining a gasp of insult from the dragoness and a giggle from his classmates

"Why you half-bred..."

"Calm, class. Drake, I am merely sharing my knowledge of the elements. Close your eyes and allow me." Drake shrugged before he returned to his previous stance. Cyril returned to spreading his cold, glistening mist over him. Before long, Drake began to glow a strong silver. The ground he stood on froze and his eyes began glowing blue. He opened his eyes, feeling the utter coldness of Ice in his palms.

"Ooh ancestors," he shrieked, seeing freezing mist rise from his hands. "I still can't believe I can use fire and ice. I am well going to be freezin' some grublins in me free time. I'm like a great big meltin' pot," he cackled aloud. Before long he managed to elevate his skill to produce a consistent stream and freeze the floor around him with his wrists meeting to create the stream. His classmates, his cousins, lady-friend and the guardians cheered as too see him create a frozen wall around himself. Drake could barely hear their cheers before he weakened the ice with his fiery hands and shattered it with his kicks. He took a bow to his cheering classmates.

"Nicely done, child," Cyril praised aloud "One day, if you focus, you will be a master of ice, though you are only half-dragon."
Jun 30th

"This is gonna be Draco-tastic."

It was then Cyril decided it was the correct time to shoo Drake back with his classmates. He faced Blaze with a weak smile "Step forward, lady Blaze, and we shall set free your secondary ability. Blaze slowly stepped forward towards the guardians. She felt nervous and began to slow her pace and turn her head back and, to her surprise, saw Drake, his dragon cousins at his feet, wink at her and mouth, "You'll be great. Go on." With that encouragement from her humanoid friend, she stood before the guardians with a smile. Drake rejoined his place between his cousins immediately.

"Next up, Blaze, daughter of Spyro and Cynder," Volteer announced. All clapped weakly as Blaze took her place before the guardians, save for Drake who clapped more passionately, causing her to look back at him and smile, bouncing her brows

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Jun 30th

Meanwhile, Helix approaches the gigantic, tower-like temple on the cliff, the troll resistance leader and his two bodyguards on his back, and his daughter in his tight, safe claws. "There it is trolls, the Dark Dragon's temple of Avalar. Volteer's definitely there, teaching the younglings, being sweet on my older sis...Electric old horn-dog," he laughed. "Can't believe she wants to marry him. The guy is ancient. He was me and my sisters teacher when we were barely more than hatchlings...He's that old."

"Will he be able meet us immediately? I have got problems on Dante's Freezer that require his assistance," The troll leader yelled, heavy wind rushing across their ears

"What kind of problems? That female tyrant Enola still tryin' to dislodge you from the fishing colony? If I were her, I'd get laid and get over it," He laughed, "I don't wanna argue with my daughter around."

"Oh, I don't mind, daddy," she said, too busy enjoying the view beneath them "Talk 'bout what you like. And, incase you're wondering, trolls, I know about sex," she giggled, still enjoying the view from her fathers paw, gigantic from her point of view. She grasped his leathery talons, but her fear of falling was overpowered by her astonishment of the beautiful realms.

"You should not make jokes about the Queen of Valdin. Don't you read history books and scrolls? She didn't even woo a male to have her son, Prince Zakan. She was artificially impregnated," Samuel reminded.

Helix froze, dumbfounded at Van Vultures trivia on the sinister queen. "Artificially what? You mean...she magically...got...pregnant?"

"No, no, no, no. Trolls have the technology to harvest male-jelly and freeze it. If a she-troll would like to have children, and has no life-mate, she can simply buy some from an alchemist."

"Urg," Helix stuck out his tongue "I don't know whether to be astonished or disgusted. That is an amazing alternative for the female troll community, but It is kinda gross even for trolls. Some troll women must be so ugly to resort to that sort of method to get pregnant," he laughed.

"We trolls may be disgusting, ape-figured, advanced warlords, but take heed, dragon, as we are quite easily offended," Samuel warned, his words almost like poison. "And she didn't even love her son as all troll mothers should. When the Queen of Blood was destroyed, Zakan burned with it and she did not care. She merely called her son a coward, worthy of neither pity nor mercy, for dying with the airship."

Helix felt a dagger in his hear, guilty about his tasteless joke he threw earlier "Apologies, Samuel, I am a comedian, of course."

"I'll forgive you 'cause I like your stand up acts. But no more warnings!"

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Jun 30th

Spyro and Cynder take a load-off in their room in the temple, having left their daughter in the care of the guardians' capable hands. Cynder receives a sensual massage from her purple life-mate, walking atop her and massaging her with his feet. She was enjoying his novice attempt at a rub, slowly swaying her tail and digging her claws into the fur he laid on. Suddenly, their relaxing moment was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Urg," Cynder moaned, disappointed.

Spyro began to approach the door "I'll get it, Cyn. You stay 'n' relax." Spyro opened the door with his tail, revealing Hunter standing at the threshold, his cub hugging his leg. Spyro greeted him with a wide smile "Hunter, what is it, friend?" Spyro's smile was purged by a slightly-sorrowful expression from Hunter, hanging his head.

"I...I've come to give you and Cynder your assignment from the guardians. You have been assigned to aid our troll allies on Dante's Freezer." Hunter replied, sniffling in sorrow.

Cynder smiled as best she could, trying to comfort their anthro-cheetah friend "We're dreadfully sorry for your life-mate, Hunter. She seemed so sweet and generous-the last one you'd think of as a would-be-killer. We hope she'll be let loose soon."

Hunter smiled weakly "Thank you, Cynder, but words of comfort won't soothe the face that I have a cub to raise alone for the next decade, at least me and him can visit her weekly."

Spyro was first the realize that they had a daughter and responsibilities at home "But who will care for Blaze while we're on our mission? We can't just leave her. She is not of age to be legally left home alone."

Hunter scratched his chin, pondering "I believe the guardians are always willing to care for the children of heroes such as yourselves," he recommended "They wouldn't mind having Blaze in their care for a couple o' days."

Spyro turned to his female and exchanged a few silent words before turning back to Hunter with a smiling nod "We'll be there," Cynder said.

"For sure," Spyro nodded.

"Volteer will be pleased," Hunter sniffled as he walked away.

Spyro gently shut the door behind him "Poor guy," he felt sorry for Hunter. "Has to raise a child alone for 10 years from now."

Cynder coiled her tail around his and licked his neck "At least now we can get some action. Haven't been to Dante's Freezer since...before Blaze was born."

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Meanwhile, in the room she shared with her humanoid, scaly son and troll husband, Venus lays flat on her belly with her legs forming a gigantic 'X' and her wings relaxed as she receives an awkward, yet enjoyable massage from Shigi. However, neither cared of the way Shigi gave the rub, as they celebrated the capture of Shigi's would-be-assassin. They giggle sinisterly, picturing her rotting in the temple's dungeon for what she had done to Shigi. But, at the same time, felt sorry for her male, Hunter, who must now raise his cub alone for the coming years. Venus moans aloud, swaying her tail across the gigantic fur she laid on, receiving a rapid slapping from her troll life-mate. Venus moaned in disappointment as Shigi dismounted her and approached the door to answer a knock

"You get back here, widdle teal man, and finish me!" she demanded

Shigi playfully scoffed as he turned to Venus and began to walk backwards towards the door "C'mon, Venus. Door knocks, I can't ignore it. Not even that time we were...doin' that thing with the icecream and...never mind," he cackled as he stood before the door. He opened it, revealing Hunter standing at the threshold with a damp face and eyes

"Aye don't believe it,"Shigi near-sung at the end of his sentence, gaining a narrow-eyed look from Hunter "If it ain't the furry man whose furry ** jailbird nearly killed me,"

"That 'furry ** jailbird' is my life-mate and mother of my son, you troll bastard," Hunter growled.

Shigi scoffed "You're lucky I didn't shoot 'er myself, boy-o. I wasn't named the Cloaked Widow Maker for nothin'," Shigi said with a poisonous voice, his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. "Watcha want, Hunter?"

"Who is it, mama's tongue?" Venus asked from her sleeping fur across the room, giggling.

Shigi turned his head behind him towards his gigantic life-mate "It's Hunter and his cub, Zan. And stop callin' me that, Venus!" he growled "especially with somebody at the door."

Hunter piped up, "Everybody knows what you and Venus do, troll."

Shigi went wide-eyed before the anthro-cheetah "They...do?" Hunter nodded with a sinister smile, pay-back for the trolls earlier ignorance "Urg," Shigi moaned, before he belted his head on the doorframe.

Hunter giggled under his breathe "Anyway, I came to tell you that Volteer has ordered you and Venus to the defense of our allies on Dante's Freezer, the Purple Vulture resistance."

Shigi rubbed his now-hurtin' head "But who will look after Drake while we are on our mission, you furry idiot?" Shigi asked

Hunter chose the perfect moment to express his idea "The guardians? It's no trouble for them-they had to take care of a whole new generation of eggs."

Shigi scoffed "They can't even protect eggs from bein' smashed by a bunch of bird-brained filthy apes."

"What about your family on Dante's Freezer? The fishing colony is in the safe hands of the Purple Vulture resistance," Hunter advised.

"They're too busy. They work for the leader of the Purple Vulture himself, Samuel Van Vulture. They couldn't possibly care for Drake, furry man. And I ain't puttin' my son in the care of the guardians, because one, as I mentioned before, they failed to guard eggs from an army of poorly-trained, hairy dumbasses. Two, I've been hearing of Drake being ridiculed. So how will he cope with the other children the guardians will be caring for while their parents are in Dante's Freezer?"

Hunter shrugged "Spyro and Cynder are putting Blaze in the guardians care. So they must by trustworthy."

Venus, hearing the argument between the former Widow-Maker and the anthro-cheetah, got up from her gigantic fur and stood behind her two-legged life-mate. She gave Shigi a playful nip on the neck, but, instead, nearly consumed his head, forgetting what a gigantic dragoness she is "Venish," he muffled.

Venus came back into reality and removed her jaws from him "Sorry, little man," He apologized with a giggle "Drake'll be OK in the guardians care, Shigi. If we're needed to defend our allies, then...so be it."

Shigi sighed and gave his dragoness a stroke on the snout, whilst facing Hunter "Fine, Drake will be in the care of the guardians while we're in Dante's Freezer."

Hunter took a bow "He needs you to leave tonight. He says to take all you need to fight the queen's legions heading for the fishing colony." With that done, Hunter and his cub departed for the temples dungeon to visit Vandora, Shigi's would-be-assassin, and hunters wife.

Shigi gently shut the door behind Hunter and his cud, and turned to his gigantic life-mate "You trust Drake in the guardians care, baby? They barely trust me. How do you think they'll see Drake -the Widow-Maker's son- as? Hmm?"

"Volteer will be Drake's uncle soon, Shigi. I dunno who's gonna give her away. Our mom and dad are dead."

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Jun 30th

After Helix had dropped off the resistance leader and his personal guard, he and his leathery Marsh Dragon daughter walk through the stony halls of the Twilight Falls Dark Dragon's Temple in search of Jeenie, the wife-to-be of Volteer and Helix's older sister.

"Whats Aunt Jeenie like, daddy?" Kiara asked, stepping lively at her gigantic Dark Dragon father's feet, admiring the architecture of the temple's interior

"She's the nicest dragoness i know, Kiara...Save for your mother, of course," Helix explained "She kept me warm before I met your mother. She sheltered me and your aunt Venus. But, I must admit, she's kinda evil," he giggled

Kiara eyed her father confusingly, still walking alongside him "Kinda evil?"

"Yeah," Helix laughed, recalling moments from his childhood "This one time, Me and your aunt were like your age, we were having play dogfights, riding the up-drafts around the temple, and I plumetted to the ground, pretending to be dead. I freaked her out and when I came to and laughed, she totally tried to killed me for making her worry."

Kiara giggled "She sounds like a psycho, daddy."

"Nah...just semi-evil."

Helix and his daughter crossed paths with a Dark dragoness

"Excuse me, ma'am. I'm looking for Jeenie O'Van Sea, my sister."

The dragoness became wide-eye "By the ancestors. You're Helix O'Van Sea. The comedian!" she shrieked "I'm a big fan." She then looked down at the leathery, gorgeous dragoness at Helix's Feet "And this must be your daughter, Kiara." Kiara let out a weak smile at the dragoness "Your sister lives in room twenty-three, Helix, but before you go, could I have your paw-print?" she plead, nearly hopping off her feet

Helix smiled "Of course. You got any ink?"

"Yeah, in my side-bag." The dragoness took out the inkwell from her side-bag and helix painted his paw. He held up his now-wet paw before the dragoness

"Where do you want it?"

The dragon tunred tail to Helix and lifted her tail, being careful not to expose her hidden sex "On my tail-base."

Helix became disgusted "I beg your pardon."

"On my **. Please please please please please please please please," she plead aloud

"Alright, alright." Helix then pressed his paw on the dragoness's hip, close to her vaginal hiding place. As soon as he was done, the dragoness turned her head and proceeded to blow it dry.

"Thanks. I'll never take a shower again," she shrieked, before she ran away with a skip in her step.

Kiara watched from her position at her father's feet, awestruck at what she just witnessed "Are all Dark Dragonesses like that, daddy?" she asked as they both watched the dragoness leave happily with a skip in her step. Helix was awestruck when the dragoness turned her head back at him as she ran and bounced her brows.

"Erm...no, sweetie. She was most likely in heat. C'mon. We've got to find your aunt."

Helix and his daughter, before long, stood before the door of the room Jeenie and her children shared with Volteer. Before slapping the door with his tail, as he planned to do, he faced his tiny daughter, "Now, Kiara, you behave when you meet your aunt, OK? You may even get to meet your cousins, Dasha and Pyro, too. But don't worry, because they're light-hearted."

Kiara forced a smile and nodded "Yes, daddy."
Jun 30th

Helix smiled "There's daddy's girl," he said before pecking her little head. Helix then turned to the door and slapped it twice with his tail. He waited anxiously for a good 10 seconds before the door was answered by the gigantic blood-red dragoness who was his older sister

Jeenie gasped joyfully at the sight of him, "Helix!"

"Sis!"

Jeenie, without thinking, ran up to him and squeezed him as tight as possible, whilist licking his neck. He did the same before they both laid their heads on each others necks. "So glad you came!" she shrieked, unwilling to let go of his warmth. She began to squeeze him even harder than she had ever before "Sis!" Helix choked "It's nice to see you, but please let me go. You're choking me to death here."

Jeenie finally let him and go and he let out a gasp a relief "Sorry, little bro," she chuckled. Jeenie's eyes then wondered to the young Marsh Dragoness at Helix's feet. "Who's this?" Jeenie smiled weakly.

Helix gave his daughter a gentle nudge towards her aunt, "This is Kiara, my daughter, You haven't seen her since she was in my life-mate's womb."

Kira feared the blood-red-bodied, magenta-bellied, magenta-winged, gigantic dragoness, who almost dwarfed her father even. "H-h-hi," she stuttered

Helix noticed his daughter's discomfort and gave her another nuzzle "You don't have to be afraid of your aunt, Kiara. She's nice when she wants to be," Helix whispered sweet-sounding words to his daughter, before he gave her another nudge towards her aunt.

Jeenie lowered her head to Kiara "You don't have to be afraid, sweetie," Jeenie said, her voice like honey.

Kiara, after receiving another nudge from her father, approached her aunt and received a gently, cautious nuzzle from the gigantic dragoness.

"You remember me, Kiara?," Jeenie shook her head "Of course, you don't. You were just a heavy fetus at the time. Kicking my face from your mother's womb." Jeenie turned back to her younger brother "Please, come in," she plead, leading her brother and niece into Volteer's room. Helix and his daughter laid on a white fur in the corner and his daughter laid against his belly. Jeenie laid on the larger fur, suited for two fully-grown dragons in the center of the room and faced her brother. "I'm glad your here, Helix, I couldn't walk down that aisle without you there. Being in front of all those dragons, cheetahs and moles without..." Jeenie cut herself off, unsure if her brother would accept her request which brewed in her mind.

Helix eyed his sister curiously and somewhat concernedly, "Without what, big sis?"

Jeenie hung her head in response. "Never mind."

"No, sis, what? It's Okay. I'm your little brother. Hmm?" Helix then thought of a joke that almost always made his sister laugh "I'm your half-witted, ** brother."

Jeenie giggled weakly. She then took a few moments to recollect before facing him and saying, "Without somebody to give me away."

Helix smiled "Did you have to plead to me? I would pass off a chance to walk my older sister down an aisle at her wedding, especially because we have no parents."

Jeenie hung her head with a weak smile and shifted her paws on the fur "So, will you give me away, Helix?"

"Of course I will!" he shrieked.

Jeenie shed tears of joy as she rose up and licked her brother all over the face. Eventually she ceased her licks and squeezed him tight. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, widdle bro." Kiara giggled at the tender moment between her father and aunt, breaking up the moment. "What, Kiara," Helix playfully scoffed.

"You protest against me coiling tails with Sirrow, but you make out with your sisters. I thought you were better than that, daddy."

"Your Aunt Jeenie here has been doing that with me since I was your age... less, actually. So shut up!" Helix laughed, before his older sister gave him a playful nip on the flab of his neck "Where are you holding the wedding sis? I knew you were joking when you said 'the den', in the letter you sent...right?"

Jeenie's face went from playful to serious. "Erm...well, actually, I was kind of considering it," she said slowly, her voice nearly crashing.

"What! No sister of mine is going to be wed in a seedy old den, where people get drunk till they're gender-confused. You deserve only the best."

Jeenie sighed loudly in frustration and shrugs "Where the hell am I supposed to be married then, Helix?"

Helix hesitated, scratching his neck, before he was wide-eyed and joyful, as a thought came to him "Warfang! I'm still a comedian, sis. I can contribute and I can find you a palace or something to hold your anniversary."

Jeenie smiled widely and licked his neck. "Thank you so much, Helix!" she shrieked. Before long began to kiss up and down his neck, to the point of discomfort on Helix's part

"All right, sis, that's enough," he chuckled, slightly pushing her away

"Your nephews and your niece are going be happy to see you. Particularly Drake who has...how do I say this...got your jokes in his head, genetically and some sort of..."

"Speech difficulty," Helix cut in, laughing "I know." He then began an impression of his humanoid nephew "No, but yeah, but no, but yeah, but yeah, but no," he impersonated, gaining a giggle from his sister and daughter

"What's Drake like, daddy?" Kiara asked, giggling "The way your describing him, I'd say he has a screw-loose."

"Nah. He's just got a disability, sweetie. He inherited it from his father, Shigi."

"What's uncle Shigi like, daddy?"

Helix was about to tell his daughter about her troll uncle, but cut off, realizing the Swamp Dragons are victims of the troll crusade in the Dead Marshes. "Your uncle Shigi and your aunt Venus are somewhat...oddly-matched."

Kiara tilted her head in confusion "How so?"

"You'll see soon enough."

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Meanwhile, in the academy, It was time for the children to express their burning ambitions-aspirations and the like. Volteer first approached Blaze, being that she was in his particular elemental class "Blaze, youngin, little lady, princess," he rambled honey-tasting words, gaining a giggle from her, "What would you like to do in the future?"

Blaze bit her lip, before replying, "I would like to be a warrior, like my mom was...without the title 'Queen of Darkness' of course," she giggled.

"Very good, Blaze," Volteer praised. Volteer had gone across the line of pupils and each of them revealed their burning ambitions. Among them were: caterers, warriors, and even celebrities and the like. Before long, Volteer reached Drake, his dragon cousins at his feet, and faced Dasha "Dasha, little lady, baby, what would you like to be in your future?"

"A female general in the army."

He then faced Drake "What about you, nephew."

"You don't go callin' me that till I say so, Kay? Cause that is well just askin' for beatings."

Volteer casted his nephew-to-be's comment to the back of his head "Why? Don't you have any exciting ambitions, aspirations, enthralling dreams and...the like?"

Drake gasped joyfully, something popping into his humanoid head "Oh, no, but yeah, but no, but yeah. I do have aspirations or somethin' or nothin' or some other thing that I don't know nothin' about."

"So tell us. I'm sure it will be enthralling to hear, Drake," Volteer fast-talked

"Urg...I dunno. Me mind keeps goin' blank, due to my troll blood. I'm a dumbass," he growled, gaining a giggle from his classmates

"Whats going through your mind, young man?" Cyril asked, seeing if he could help with Drake decision

Drake scratched his neck scales "I'm...thinking about goin' home and..." Drake smiled weakly and tilted his head and moaned, "mmmmm...pullin' me sea dragon," he joked, gaining roar of laughter from all the pupils. Most of the pupils had fallen on the floor and laughed, clutching their bellies, fearing they might explode in laughter. Some even breathed as deep as they could, as they nearly starved of oxygen from laughter. It was when the laughter had calmed down a bit that Drake finally came to be serious...a rarity for him "Ooh my gods. I know. I know. I wanna be a comedian, like my uncle, Helix. He is, of course, one of the best comedians in the dragon species."

"Comedian! Much better, neph-sorry-Drake." Volteer then craned his head down to Pyro "What about you, Pyro?"

"Makeup artist," he said with a weak smile, which was purged by the giggles of his classmates and even his scaly cousin, and twin sister

"Why would you do that, child?" Volteer asked, astonished.

Pyro looked around and hung his jaw at the ridiculing laughs of his classmates. He began to quiver in humiliation, only just realizing that he had humiliated himself before his classmates and the guardians. He had finally worked up the courage to barely speak, "Because I...I'm good at it...putting it on," he said with a crashing voice, gaining another snicker from his classmates. Drake gave his cousin a worried look, as if feeling his humiliation and fear. All, even the guardians, seemed to snicker at Pyro...save for, astonishingly, Drake, who leaned down and gave him a stroke from the neck to tail-base, attempting to comfort his cousin. Pyro smiled weakly and gave him a quick lick on the face, silently thanking him

Volteer cackled "Child, it's more of a quirky hobby than a career."

Comforted by Drakes strokes, Pyro spoke up with a serious face, "No! At the end of some of the plays in the Warfang Theater, at the end, they say 'Makeup by somebody'. So it must be a kind of a job."

"Pyro," Volteer wheezed, laughing too hard to handle. "That's work for dragonesses. You're a young male!"

Whilist all pupils snickered, Volteer and the guardians laughed beyond control to the point of sorrow on Pyro's part, who hung his head. His eyes began to water. His desire to run out of the academy was only growing with their laughter.

Drake could sense the sorrow and fear radiating off of Pyro and eyed the guardians maliciously "So what if me cous' wants to be a makeup artist!" he growled, gaining some seriousness back from the guardians, who looked down at the humanoid, scaly creature "In Valdin, troll men make jewelry. So what's the big deal with Pyro being a makeup artist or somethin' or nothin' or some other thing?" Pyro's head had risen, astonished that his humanoid cousin was defending him. A smile began to grow on his face, as he wiped the tears off his face. "And just 'cause a male knows how to cook dinner, does not make him a dragoness or somethin' or nothin'. And just because a female troll knows how to repair turret rifles and change the oil in zeppelin engines, does not make her a dude!"

"Apologies, Drake. In the dragon realms, where us dragons rule with the moles and cheetahs at our side, we aren't open to such...quirkiness." Volteer began to cackle again.

"It's called: gender equality!" Pyro growled.

"So...you are half dragon, and half dragoness," Terador asked, tilting his head in confusion, gaining another loud snicker from all the pupils, save for Dasha and Blaze, who felt sorry for the sensitive young dragon.

Pyro took their snickers like a dagger in the gut, and gasped, tears spilling from his eyes like a waterfall. "I hate you all!" he shrieked, before running towards the gigantic wooden doors, crying.

Dasha was quick to follow her brother "Pie!" she yelled

Drake was quick to follow her. On his way out, he pointed at the guardians "You are well gonna get beatings for this, you old, stinkin' flatulents," he threatened the guardians "And you too, you rotten, crusty minges!" he threatened the snickering pupils before he exited the academy through its gigantic door, which was still groaning towards shutting from the earlier exit of Dasha and Pyro. As Drake ran after his dragon cousins, Blaze watched him leave with a weak smile thinking, 'Such compassion for his cousins. And yet mom and dad think he's a monster'
Drake and Dasha ran after the sobbing young dragon for a good 5 minutes. Eventually though, they cornered him in a dead-end hallway. Pyro could merely stand before his twin sister and humanoid cousin. Sobbing like the heart-broken dragon he was. His sister was the first to approach her crying brother

"Pie, please stop cryin'," she coed, her voice as honey-coated as she could make it.

Pyro slowly approached his sister and nudged her for a cuddle "They're a bunch of jerk-offs," he sniffled, laying his head on the back of her neck, and she did the same with him.

"Don't listen to a word Terador says, 'cause I know he spanks his monkey in the pupil's lavatory," Drake reassured.

"I'm never going back to the academy...Never!" Pyro near-wailed, as his sister took a paw and rubbed his back.

"Pie, they're just a bunch of morons."

"I'm quitting the academy Dasha!" he wailed, tears spilling down his face and onto his sister's scales, "What's the point of me being there anyway?"

"Cous', you won't master fire if you don't," Drake piped in,"And I loved the plays in the Warfang theater. Screw those pupils!"

Pyro broke from his sister's warmth and faced his scaly, humanoid cousin. Tears spilling from his face like a waterfall,"Drake, your father Shigi may think general-equality-like, but we're dragons!" he cried, "An entirely different culture all together."

Drake shrugged "Then how'd me ma, a dragon, and me da, a troll, 'ave me...hmm?" he asked, a clawed hand on his chest "They thought it was physically impossible for trolls and dragons to make babies," he laughed.

Pyro looked his humanoid cousin in his slightly-slanted, dragon-like eyes, "Are you saying that culture and fashion can change over time, cousin?"

"Hell yeah, Pyro," Drake shrieked "I've seen male cheetahs walking 'round with ears full o' piercings, 'n' breaded hair. So whassa big deal?"

Pyro smiled weakly, and sniffled before saying, sith a bit of joy bought back to him, "You have."

"No, but yeah, but no, but...yeah, absolutely, cous. And in the Valdin Marsh, the center of the troll kingdom, some of the queens best generals and shamans wear allot of jewelry. And queen Enola is the cutting edge of how much of a tyrant a female leader can be," he laughed. His words gained a wide smile from his dragon cousin, who wiped the tears from his face, and approached Drake. To much surprise of his humanoid cousin, he hopped up, wrapped his arms around Drake and began to nuzzle him tenderly.

"Whoa, cous. Close enough," he chuckled discomfortingly, as his cousin began to lick his face like an excited dreadwing showing affection to it's beloved rider.

"Thanks you so much, Drake," he thanked before giving him one last lick on the nose and dismounting him.

Dasha approached her brother and nipped him playfully on the neck "I'm goin' back to class, Pie. Come back to class. I don't wanna be in there awone," she cooed, rubbing her head up and down his neck "please." She looked into his eyes; her gaze plead him to accept.

Pyro merely hung his head in response "I-I can,t, sis. All their ridiculing faces...urg...I can't handle it."

"It's OK, cousin," Drake reassured "Tell you what...meet Dasha and me at the bottom of the Spiral stairs after class. We'll have a girl's day. I might be able to bring along Blaze, too, but her parents don't trust me."

Pyro blushed at his cousins offer of a 'girl's day'...or so to speak. "Thanks, Drake. I'm not coming back to class though."

"Thats fine, pie," Dasha said "You just meet Drake and me at the bottom of the temple's spiral stairs and we'll have a girl's day."

"No, but yeah, but no, but yeah, but...no, it's not really a girl's day because I'm a boy. So it would be more like a mixed gender shopping spree or somethin' or nothin' or some other thing," Drake cackled. "We'll see you later, cousin," Drake smiled, giving his dragon cousin a friendly wave. He clicked his finely-scaled, clawed fingers to gain Dasha's attention, who followed lively in response.

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Meanwhile, in the room she and her children shared with her husband-to-be, Jeenie had enough of talking about old times with her younger brother and turned to her leathery niece, against her father's belly.

"Kiara, tell me...what are the Dead Marshes like?" Jeenie asked.

Kiara giggled nervously as her aunt looked down at her with a sinister smile. "I-I dont know what you're asking in detail, here," Kiara replied. She collected herself and cleared her throat before explaining, "Well, during summer, winter and autumn, it's mostly dead land populated with gigantic, solid, pretty much invulnerable 300-year-old trees. But in the spring, it has a sublime beauty where it doesn't live up to it's name."

"Why's it called Dead Marshes, sweetie?" Jeenie asked, tilting her head, and looking down at her faintly-spotted, leathery niece.

"I don't really know why it's called that. But my mom told me it's named that way because of a massacre that occurred there hundreds of years ago between the trolls and the ape king, Gaul."

As if on cue, Pyro burst through the door, frightening his uncle and cousin. Tears spilled from his eyes like a waterfall, gaining a concerned look from his uncle, whilist gaining a curious look from his mother. "Why the hell are back so soon, Pyro?" Jeenie asked, shear seriousness in her tone.

Pyro sniffled before whimpering, "The guardians were asking us about our burning ambitions. Things we'd want to do when we're older, and I said 'makeup artist', and they..." Pyro hesitated before wailing, "And they laughed me out of there."

Jeenie sighed and signaled her whimpering son over for a cuddle. He immediately approached and she pressed him against her chest with her head, rubbing it up and down her whimpering son's back. Pyro was so overwhelmed by sorrow from his earlier humiliation that he didn't notice his uncle and cousin, sitting in the half-light. Before long, Pyro saw his uncle, bringing some happiness back to him as he leaped from his mothers warmth and ran towards his Dark Dragon uncle.

"Uncle Helix!" Pyro shrieked, wrapping his around his gigantic uncles neck and licking his snout energetically, swaying his tail in joy.

Helix felt concerned deeply for his nephew and pulled a frown. "What's the matter, nephew. Tell uncle everything," Helix spoke up.

"I told you; I said I wanted to be a makeup artist when they asked me and all the other pupils what we wanted to be when we're old enough. And they...they...," Pyro was unable to finish his speech and instead wailed into his uncles gigantic dark face.

"Don't listen to them, Pyro. They're juvenile-they have a lot to learn." Helix's words had little effect on his wailing nephew and so he had to tell him about his quirky phase he had when he was Pyro's age. "You're not alone, nephew. When I was your age, I wanted to go on hormone-shots and get a trans-genital. Mom and dad laughed me out of the house," he chuckled, gaining some happiness back from his whimpering nephew, who gave him a smile and sniffled, hugging his snout tighter. Pyro smile and moaned into his uncle's warmth. Before long, Helix had become discomfortable with his nephew's unusually affectionate contact and gently pushed him away with a chuckle, "It's good to see you, too, nephew." Helix remembered that Kiara was in their presence and shook all else from his head. He then reached around to his side and picked up his tiny, leathery, cheetah-spotted daughter and placed her gently before himself and his tearful nephew. "Pyro, this is your cousin, Kiara," Helix said as he encouragingly nudged his daughter towards Pyro. Pyro began to sniff her face and neck. Her odor immediately gave her away as a Hal Jani Marsh Dragon. Kiara merely shivered mildly in response, disturbed at her cousin's actions.

"I was wondering if I would get to meet you, cous...hi, by the way," Pyro said, still sniffing her.

"Um...hi," she chuckled weakly. "Do I smell funny?" she asked, concerned about her personal hygiene.

"Nah," Pyro reassured with a weak smile.

"If I smell funny from your point of view, It's because I am a..."

"Stop. Let me guess," he cut her off with a rise of his paw, "A Marsh Dragon, right?"

Kiara smiled. "Yeah," she nodded, "Somebody knows their species of dragons well."

"My only interest in the academy...other than wanting to be a makeup artist. You know if you're walking around here, you have to smell good, because even here, in the dragon realms, we have standards."

Kiara's face went serious and she craned her neck around to smell herself, and stuck out her tongue. "Urg. You're right. It was a long trip. I haven't had a chance to bathe," she giggled weakly. Kiara then looked up at her gigantic, blood-red aunt. "Could I please use the shower, aunt Jeenie?" she plead.

"Of Course, baby," Jeenie said as she bobbed her head in the direction of the bathroom, "It's just over there."

Helix craned his head down to his daughter and pecked her leathery side, "Just wait until you can meet you other cousins, Dasha and Drake."

"I can't wait, daddy," Kiara smiled and skipped towards the bathroom door. "Can't meet them smelling like this. Urg," she gagged, pushing open the bathroom door. Inside, she was amazed at the sight of Jeenie's collection of perfumes, surrounding a sink on the small counter, and scented soaps on the edge of the gigantic, red-marble-tiled, circular bathtub. Above the tub was a circular curtain-rod with a blurring, magenta-colored, rubber curtain. Kiara grunted, barely able to climb into the massive bathtub, which looked like it could hold two fully-grown dragons. Before long, she managed to climb up and stand atop the bathtub. At the corner she stood upon, there were two levers, one red one and one blue one. It was similar to the shower faucet in her mother's rooms shower back home in the Temple of Chieftains. She turned them both a quarter and the taps, springing from the tiled floor and peering over the tub, unleashed their load of water into the tub. It was filled with three feet of water quite quickly and she swiftly closed the tap. She joyfully slid down into the water and began to smother herself in orange-scented soap, whilist singing "Strut" by Sheena Easton. Helix, who was earlier conversing and reuniting with his sister and nephew, became concerned for his daughter and knocked on the bathroom door with a fisted claw.

"You OK, Kiara?" Helix asked.

Kiara stopped her soft singing for a second to answer her father. "Yes, daddy. Just cleaning off here. No need to worry," she shouted reassuringly towards the door, before going back to singing one of her favorite songs. But then she stopped, and turned back to the door whilist smothering herself in orangy soap.

"Hey, daddy, what are aunt Venus and my other cousins like? Would they be happy to meet me?" she asked, somewhat concernedly.

Helix entered the bathroom and slowly approached the tub.

"Well," he began, "as I may or may not have told you before, your aunt Venus is a bit ditzy and was a little horny." He gained a giggle from his bathing daughter. "Your cousin, Drake, is..." Helix cut himself off, worried about how his daughter would react to the news.

Kiara eyed him curiously; "Is?"

Helix sighed, "Half troll...and half dragon." Helix closed his eyes and naturally went deaf, fearing of her daughter's reaction.

Kiara gasped.

"What!" she shrieked, "But trolls are the prime enemies of the peaceful races, the Cheetahs, the Marsh Dragons, dragons of all elements and the moles. How could aunt Venus woo a troll?" Kiara asked, her voice furious.

Helix gave his daughter an angry look, "Your uncle, Shigi, is not like the other trolls. If he was, he wouldn't have ever met your aunt Venus. He isn't proud of the things he did!"

Kiara hung her head, whilst standing in the shallow bath water, and began to softly sob, "What if uncle Shigi and cousin Drake don't like me?"

Helix smiled and gave his daughter a nuzzle and a soft 'shh' before saying, "Nonsense, Drake would love to know you. And your uncle, though he is a troll and former colonel to the queen, loves dragons. He loves this land we live in. And he loves your aunt. You don't needa be scared of him." His daughter awkwardly rested her head on his neck and he rested his head on her back.

"Shh-shh-shh, Kiara. You won't be alone when you get to meet your cousins and your aunt and your uncle. Daddy'll be there."

"So...uncle Shigi wont hurt me or anything? You know what trolls are like, daddy," Kiara said, still fearful for her life.

"Shigi will adore you, Kiara...So will you be daddy's brave girl when I introduce you to them?" Helix asked breaking from the awkward cuddle and eyed his daughter concernedly. She had risen her head to face him with a weak smile. "OK," she sniffled.

"There's my girl," Helix praised, craning his head down to his daughter and pecking her forehead.

"Now come out so daddy can dry you," Helix said, grabbing his daughter by the scruff of her neck and gently placing her on a towel laid on the floor. He began to rub his daughter dry. Before long, after turning her over twice in the process, she was dry. Though she is easy to clean and dry, being leathery rather than the typical, fully grown scaly dragon, she still felt like she didn't smell right for the occasion.

"I still don't smell good, daddy," she frowned. "Sucks being a Marsh Dragon," she giggled.

"Daddy'll see if aunt Jeenie will let you borrow some," Helix said, but to his surprise, Jeenie had overheard.

"Of course she can!" Jeenie shrieked from the other room. "You really have to organize your own children, Helix."

"Well, there's no perfume or sweet soaps where I live, sis!" he hollered back, "Gods." Helix then remembered that he didn't even know where his younger sister and her troll life-mate lived. "Oh, sis, where do Venus and Shigi live? I think they switched rooms," Helix spoke up again.

"This floor. Room 7," Jeenie responded.

Helix then turned to his now-dry daughter, sitting on a towel on the floor "C'mon. Daddy'll get you some perfume. You gotta smell good for your aunt and uncle and your other cousins, Drake and Dasha." Helix picked up his daughter by the scruff of the neck and took her out of the bathroom and into the main room. Jeenie opened her chest at the wall and took out a glass, pressurized bottle of her favorite brand of perfume, Orange Dragoness #15. She then took it in her paw, against her scales, and approached Helix as he placed his daughter on the floor.

"Try this on, sweetie." Jeenie placed the bottle on the floor near Kiara "Just turn the valve and rotate yourself until you're covered."

Kiara turned the brass valve on the bottle with her claws and the bottle began to hiss to life, slightly frightening the young Marsh Dragoness. She backed up immediately.

"It's alright, Kiara," Jeenie reassured the young dragoness with a cackle, "Just stand in the mist and rotate yourself until you're covered.

Kiara did just that with some enthusiasm overwhelming her previous fear.

"That's it," Jeenie praised as her niece began to rotate and roll over in the heavenly mist. Before long Jeenie turned off the pressurized bottle. And Kiara joined her father at his feet as they both walked out the door.

Helix turned his head back at his older sister, "Be back in a couple of hours, sis," he smiled.

Kiara smiled back at her aunt and cousin. "Nice meeting you, aunt Jeenie, Pyro," she smiled, scampering faster to catch up to her gigantic, pitch-black-scaled father.

"Nice meeting you, too, cous," Pyro waved happily.

"You're going to like your aunt Venus and uncle Shigi. Though he's a troll, he adores dragons. He'll love you, Kiara,' he reassured her as they walked down he stony halls, lit by oil-fueled torches on the wall and on iron chandeliers.

Kiara pfft'd "How? Rare, medium or well done?"

Helix eyed his daughter maliciously. "Your uncle Shigi is not like the heartless, brutally carnivorous, royalists under Queen Enola's rule," he growled, causing his daughter to put her tail between her legs literally, and gasp. "He is the life-mate of your aunt Venus. He is part of our troll allies on Dante's Freezer, The Purple Vulture Resistance. He loves dragons more than you would comprehend."

Kiara cowered onto the floor, "Im...I-I'm sorry, daddy. You know what trolls do to us Marsh Dragons. We didn't even know about this...Purple Vulture Resistance."

Helix realized the damage he caused to his daughter and gave her a tender nuzzle. "Sorry, baby girl. Daddy wants to see aunt Venus again. It's been a a while since I've seen her," Helix spoke gave his daughter a lick on her little neck, silently pleading for forgiveness. Kiara eventually nipped him playfully in response.

Kiara giggled "Is she the one who made you watch her give birth?"

Helix laughed as he escorted his daughter through the near-empty halls, populated with only a couple dozen dragons at the most on each floor. "Nah," Helix cackled, "That was your aunt Jeenie."

Kiara giggled, "If I have kids, daddy, I won't make you watch me push them out of my lolly."

Helix craned his head down to his daughter as they both walked through the mazy halls. "Promise?"

"I promise," she promised, before hopping up and licking his snout.

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Meanwhile, in the room he shared with his dragoness and his scaly, humanoid child, Shigi, using a iron platform with four legs, suspends a 5-gallon cauldron over a roaring fire. Shigi did not have to fear of setting the temple alight, as the room they stayed in was made of pure stone. He did always fear he would set his own home alight back in Dante's Freezer though, that was before he joined Enola's military empire. The fire pit in their room was just a tiny circular formation of bricks. But it has a straight extension with a spit above. There he was spit-roasting six wild chickens, which he had caught earlier shooting from the back of his dragoness. He awaited the return of Venus, as she left to buy ingredients from the cheetah market in the village in Avalar. He had absolutely no idea that he would have to shake the paw of a Marsh Dragoness...the same dragons he murdered in his few years of service to the queen. Shigi had nearly casted all memories from his mind, cured thanks to the guardians medicine and the love from his dragoness.

Author: I wouldn't try the following recipe at home. I like it, but I don't think you would.

As he rotated the spit with it's crank, his eyes shot open with joy, seeing his dragoness land on their room balcony with a thud. A large sack was in her jaws.

"Baby," he shrieked, smiling as she entered, still working the spit, "You remember the chilli peppers, chives, fish oil, raw sugar, 10 pounds of diced chicken and honey?"

Venus stood before her 'little teal man'.

"Hell yeah," she said, dropping the large sack on the floor. The bag unloaded itself all over the floor, satisfying Shigi. "Those troll gold pieces are worth a lot around here. This stuff cost a mere 15 trollish gold pieces. That's 35 in our money, Shigi," she said, surprised. "So watcha makin' again, widdle man?"

Shigi rolled his eyes, mildly frustrated, "I told you, Venus. Valdin Chilli Bird."

Venus rolled her head in confusion, "Why isn't it called Valdin Hot Chicken...or Valdin Chilli chicken?"

Shigi smiled whilist working the spit. "Because the original recipe called for any kind of bird from pigeons to hawks. It's changed since then, though," he answered.

Venus shivered, "No offense, little man, but..."

"Trolls are near full-blown carnivores," he cackled, cutting her off. "Yah, I know, Venus. We do eat vegetables every now and then, of course. I myself like to balance it out. I have bad skin."

Venus giggled, "You're a troll. You're supposed to have bad skin, baby." She then craned her head down and gave him an affectionate lick on the face. "Smell's good already, little man."

"Thanks," he thanked, flattered, "Tis ancient, yet still-popular recipe among us trolls. I don't know if Drake'll like it, though. It's pretty hot...but at the same time, sweet...as!" he shrieked happily, "Once ma made this for me and Lizabeta and Kimara, I've been an addict to this stuff."

"If you enjoy it, I'm sure Drake will," she reassured, licking face.

Venus's attention was drawn away from her troll and towards the door by a loud knock. As she approached the door, Shigi caught sight of her vaginal hiding place. Though her playground was hidden, he loved the taste. He ran away from his cooking towards his gigantic wife. Once in range, he leaped from the floor like a cheetah and grasped the top of the base of her tail. He then used his mutated, gigantic tongue and plunged it within her vaginal hiding place, gaining giggle from Venus, as he hanged from her tail base.

Venus giggled uncontrollable between each word, "Shigi, not now. You can have a lick of my lolly later," she giggled frustratingly. Venus shook her hips until Shigi was dispersed. He landed on the floor with thud and continued back to his cooking, disappointed.

"Gods," Venus chuckled, frustrated "What is it with Trolls and big, wet cunts?" she giggled, making her way to the door.

"Too much troll for broad daylight, am I," he chuckled, before grasping a cleaver and finely chopping the chilli pepper on the cutting board with skill.

Venus opened the door, revealing her brother standing at the threshold, a young black-bodied, golden-brown-spotted Marsh Dragoness at his feet. Her eyes widened and she screamed joyfully. She leaped towards him, and wrapped her arms around him and began to lick his face passionately. Helix rotated his head and enjoyed the licking for about 10 seconds. His daughter stood at his feet, astonished at Venus's passion for her older brother.

Venus was barely able to tame her tongue, and had to lick him between each word "Big bro, you haven't visited for months!" she shrieked, before continuing her licks on his neck and face. Venus could only stop when Helix, now annoyed by the licks, gave her a nudge and a playful bite on the neck.

Before long, Helix and his younger sister rubbed heads. "Good to see you too, sis." As she cuddled with her brother, Venus's eyes wondered to the tiny Marsh Dragoness at Helix's feet.

She removed herself from his warmth and craned her head down to the leathery dragoness her eyes caught. Tilting her head, smiling she asked, "Who's this gorgeous, spotted girl?"

Kiara smiled back at her aunt.

Helix nuzzled his daughter. "Oh, this is Kiara, my daughter. You haven't seen her since she was just days old," he reminded his air-headed, younger sis. Helix nudged his daughter towards her aunt. "Go on ahead, Kiara. Don't be shy," he said softly. Kiara worked up the courage to stretch out her neck and receive a nuzzle from her scarlet aunt.

"Oh, Helix. She's gorgeous," Venus complimented. She broke form the nuzzle with her niece and eyed her playfully, "You like sweet and hot food?" Kiara nodded with a smile, her fear almost entirely vanished, replaced with enthusiasm "Great," Venus shrieked. She then faced Helix "Shigi's makin' me some troll cosine from his culture. Valdin Chilli...I forgot the name,' she giggled, leading her brother and niece inside her room. Kiara's smile and enthusiasm died, at the sight of Venus's humanoid, teal, 7-foot-tall creature who was her uncle, cleaving chicken meat on a board. Kiara kept as close to her father as she could, fearing the troll in her sight.

Shigi waved Helix over. "Hey, brother. Wonderful to see you. I'd give yah a stroke, but I gotta keep an eye on these," he said joyfully, smiling, working the spit crank with one hand, and almost blindly chopping up the chicken meat at the same time.

"Careful, little man. You're going to cut yourself," Venus warned, concerned.

"I'm alright, baby. I used to use swords and firearms in my service." Shigi's eyes then wondered to the Marsh Dragoness Helix escorted. "And who is this little lady?" Shigi smiled, joyfully. Though Kiara, knowing only the evil side of trolls, took the smile as a sinister one.

"I-Im...Kiara," She answered, trying to convince her father that she can be brave. "I'm from The Dead Marshes. I'm...Helix's daughter."

"Pleased to meet you, Kiara," Shigi said, trying to concentrate on his chopping. This time, chopping chives and the chilli as small as he could.

Helix craned his head down to his daughter and whispered, his voice like honey, "It's OK. Shigi would never hurt you. Be brave." He gave his daughter a lick and nudge to reassure her.

Kiara nervously stepped towards the troll. She was close enough to see the irises of his humanoid eyes when she asked, her voice like scratched record, "So...W-watcha making, uncle...Shigi?"

"Ooh, Valdin Chilli Bird. It is pretty good stuff. One of the best in troll cuisine. You can have some when it's done," Shigi answered.

"What's...chilli?" Kiara asked, the food of this land unfamiliar to her

Shigi laughed weakly, "That's gotta be a tricky question."

Kiara shook her head, "We don't have...chilli...where I came from. Dead Marshes are a hostile and dead environment for all months of the year, save for Spring."

"It's really hot. Put it in your mouth whole and raw and crunch on it, you will definitely wish you were never born. It's not good on it's own. That's why we trolls put it in our cuisine as a minor ingredient." It was then that Shigi had finished the chopping and tossed it all into the cauldron with a cup of water and stirred it for a couple of seconds before turning back to Kiara.

"You want some when I'm done?" Shigi offered with a weak smile. "Don't be fooled by the look of it and the name, it's good stuff."

Kiara smiled weakly, "Tempting, but I don't think my tender, Marsh Dragon tongue'll handle it."

Shigi scoffed playfully, "It's not that hot. It's got chilli in it, but I balance it out with sugar and honey. It's very sticky, creamy and chunky. I think you'll enjoy it." Shigi then went wide-eyed seeing his cooking bubble and took the large wooden spoon and stirred. "It's almost done." Shigi decided to take it off the heat. Using a towel, he got the cauldron by it's handle and placed it carefully on another steel set of legs on the stony floor nearby.

"We'll let it cool first," Shigi said.

Kiara then got the courage to start asking her troll uncle more questions, but with a deep swallow tone, "Uncle Shigi, have you ever been to the Dead Marshes? My home?"

"Once," he answered

Kiara delayed before continuing, "What were you doing there?"

"I was just a boy conscript in Enola's army. We were forced to do terrible things," he said, simply, as he took a bottle of rum from the bench and began to swig.

While Shigi was swigging rum, Kiara asked, "Have you ever...skinned a...drag-"

"Kiara!" Helix cut his daughter off before she could cause damage.

Shigi coughed on the rum at his niece's question. "No," he said, his face was as though he had seen the Dark Master himself...or a zombie, "I love dragons." Venus approached him and he gave her a stroke on the neck. "Or I would never've married Venus here. She completes me," he said, his voice like honey, before he pecked her snout. He then quickly removed the whole chicken from their spit and used the cleaver to cut them in clean halfs.

Kiara realized the damage she had done to the self conscious troll.

"Sorry, uncle Shigi," Kiara sighed in depression.

"It's OK, sweetie. Uncle did a lot of bad things in Enola's name. But I am not proud of it, so you know," he explained, stirring the cauldron with the large wooden spoon. "It's done." He spooned a bit of the sweet, hot, steaming delicacy and held it before the young Marsh Dragoness "Could you taste for uncle?"

Kiara sniffed it bravely, at first she though it contained all kinds of meat. But the sweet smell made her reconsider and be brave. With a shrug, she snatched the chunky sticky chicken from the spoon. She closed her eyes, half-expecting it to burn her tender Marsh Dragoness tongue. But as she chewed, she smiled; the chilli was offset with honey and sugar.

"Mmm" Kiara nodded. She swallowed the delicious chili almost immediately. "That was great!" she shrieked, "I want more!"

"I knew you'd become and addict like me," he chuckled. He then places half a chicken on a plate and coated it with the chunky delicacy he earlier let his niece try. He then placed it by a sleeping fur on the floor. "It's yours, Kiara," Shigi smiled at his niece.

Kiara gratefully sat on the fur and began to lap up the tasty sauce, before chewing up the meat. She moaned joyfully as she ate the chili.

Whilist his daughter ate her fill, Helix faced Venus, "Jeenie has asked me to give her away at the wedding."

Venus blinked, almost dumbfounded.

"Really?" she shrieked.

"And I agreed. If I can't give her away, who will?" Helix asked.

"Oh, that's so kind of you, Helix," she moaned happily, licking his neck. "Me and Shigi have a confession to make too, Helix," she added.

"Hey, if you're pregnant again with another one of Shigi's, that's fine. Just don't make me watch you push it out of your opera house like Jeenie did pal-lease," he chuckled.

"No, we're leaving Drake in the care of the guardians, while Shigi and I are supporting the resistance on Dante's Freezer," Venus said.

Helix scoffed, "The guardians can't even protect a generation of eggs!"

"That's what I said to Hunter when he came around," Shigi replied as he went back to preparing the meals.

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Meanwhile in the academy, Dasha and Drake had just made it back from comforting their sorrowful sibling and cousin, and took their place back at their positions. The guardians were whispering amongst each other and didn't see Blaze approach Drake with a smile. He smiled back and she hopped into his arms and gave him a nuzzle. All in the class watch, astonished by Blaze's romancing on Drake.

"That was so sweet of you. The way you stood up for your cousin," she complimented. She then rested her head on his shoulder, "And my parents still think you're a monster. But what do they know?"

"Your parents said that?" Drake said, astonishingly.

"My dad thinks you're going to violate me. My mom stood up for you though. She told my dad about your pa. How Shigi worked with them as a team. My dad thought your father would turn on them and shoot them in the back. But your father wouldn't do that, would he?" She asked, concerned.

Drake rubbed the back of her neck and kissed the side of it before saying, "Of course not," with a reassuring, honey-tasting voice. He then kissed her neck again, this time on the voice box, as she separated from his scaly, but soothing warmth.

"Blaze, Dasha and I are taking Pyro out for a girl's day. Could you be one of those girls?" he offered.

Blaze smiled widely, she was about to say, 'yes,' joyfully, but her insides told her otherwise. She hung her head "Parents," she said with a angry sigh. She cocked her head back up to him, "I'll ask, but I have my doubts."

The children were so preoccupied with their conversations, they didn't realize that at the other end of the room, Cyril and Terador were planning an outing to celebrate Volteer's last days as a free male dragon.

"By our ancestors, Volteer, we must go to Warfang," Cyril suggested, "To a concert, a brothel even!"

Volteer went wide-eyed and shook his head, "A brothel? No, I am committed to Jeenie, my friends. I could never betray her like that," he said, utter seriousness in his voice. He then smiled weakly, "Besides, those dragonesses in those seedy whore houses smell gross, disgusting, and have a repulsive 'downstairs'," he chuckled, gaining a snicker from his companions.

"Yeah," Chuckled Terador "I went there once. One of the dragonesses there offered me a cheap hour. She took me around back to the private dance areas, lifted up her tail and asked me to give her some tongue," Terador began to snicker, "She smelled like one of those troll inns in Valdin. Shigi told me about those inn bars. They're full of dirty prostitutes."

"Yes, that is one of two good reasons I have not to march into such seedy environments and the like," Volteer said in a couple of breaths "Besides, I know marriage with Jeenie will not be as much as a prison as you may think. She provides me warmth and lays. I doubt she would deprive me any time soon."

Cyril shrugged his gigantic blue shoulders, "Suit yourself, friend." He then smiled sinisterly, "But soon, you will realize that marriage is-and mark my words-a prison."

Volteer eyed Cyril maliciously, "Why you ignorant, teasing, senile...! Just because you have never made any commitments or even compassion to a dragoness in your life, doesn't mean you should pick on me for marrying Jeenie!"

Meanwhile, all of the dragon pupils at the other end of the room could hear the conversation of the guardians and began to snicker as quietly as they could, so is not to alert them. Drake, on the other hand, had no clue, having the powers and scales of a dragon: his mother; but merely the ears of a troll: his father. Drake then turnd to his snickering girlfriend and rubs her back.

"Who or smoethin' or nothin' are they talkin' about, Blaze?" he asked, craning his head down to her whilist rubbing her back.

Blaze whispered in his ear, barely controlling her laughter, "They're talking about taking Volteer to whore houses in Warfang to celebrate his getting hitched."

"Ooh my ancestors, that is well degrading to women," Shigi whispered to her.

Blaze began laughing a little too hard, "I-I know!"

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Meanwhile, in their prison deep within the Voldor Mountain, Vanthrax Inferno and Scimitar gaze at their rotting servants, hacking away at the rocks between them and their freedom from the prison they had forever doomed to slumber in. Their servants only break off ounces of rock with each blow they cause.

Vanthrax gargles toxic saliva with each word, "You guys are even more useless undead!"

Scimitar used his 4-foot long, sheathed katana as a walking stick and stood next to Vanthrax on his risen square of rock, observing the hundred of undead soldiers, "But they're in good shape after all these centuries, my brother."

Inferno immediately set himself alight with anger.

"We'll never escape with these rotten pieces of shit digging!" Inferno growled. It was at that moment that a small portal appeared behind the three brothers, whilist their brainless undead servants futilely carved away at the rock, the three brothers drew their swords and faced the glowing portal.

"What the-What is this magic?" Vanthrax gargled.

"Silence, Vanthrax, Inferno, Scimitar" boomed a deep, bass-like voice from the purple scaly face in the portal "I may be our only way of ever escaping this prison."

The brothers stood down and gazed with astonishment at the portal "How did you know our names?"

"That's not important. What is important is that you need somebody to set you free...and I...need somebody to set me free." The face in the portal vanished, leaving behind a blinding beacon which traveled to the wall at the other end of the gigantic cave "You must find the Ruby Beacon of Possession within the next...seven...days," the voice echoed before the light then dispersed and the cave went back to its dim, fire torchlight.

"Find the what!" Vanthrax asked aloud.

"I don't trust that portal, Vanthrax," Inferno expressed, "We may be losing our sanity, and it's just mirage or the like."

"You idiot! We're undead. We have no brains to damage!" Vanthrax took another long gander at the said wall and began to scratch his stubbly, rotting facial skin in confusion

"W-w-what should we do, Vanthrax?" Scimitar stuttered.

Vanthrax clicked his rotting, pale fingers and laughed sinisterly "Break through that wall!" he ordered with a point of his long, cracking fingernail "We'll find the...Ruby Beacon of Possession, even if it is the last thing we do."

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Meanwhile in his tent, General Fowl had dismantled his three barreled turret pistol and re-lubricates the cogs within. The grease in the troll's guns dried up quite quickly in this baron land of Voldor. He is soon interrupted by the unexpected entrance of his right-hand-troll, Dimitri. From what Fowl could tell, Dimitri had ran all this way to find him.

"General, I have a crystal-radio-transmitted message from HQ in Valdin," he panted.

General Fowl rolled his eyes and moaned, "Let me guess...queen's sending more freight airships with pee-shooters and untrained dumbasses they pulled out of the ancestor-forsaken prisons?"

"No, sir. She's giving you a week's leave and leaving me in charge," Dimitri stated.

Victor dropped what he was doing, pulled out his chair and joyfully approached his companion. "Give me that, Dimitri!" he snatched it out of his right-hand-troll's finger and began to read:

General Victor Fowl, you have earned seven days of leave for your bravery and actions in the Voldor Desert. You are permitted to spend those seven days with your family in Gutstone. This privilege is courtesy of her majesty, Enola Carmeleon.

-Valdin Military HQ

At the bottom of the letter was a black and white insignia of the troll Valdin Kingdom, confirming it was not a cloned message from the enemy.

"Finally, I get some leave for the month!" He then turned back to Dimitri; "Can you begin taking command right away?" he asked, eager to leave for Valdin.

"Yes, general. But do you have to leave now? And what was this thing you wanted to tell me before?" Dimitri asked.

General Fowl sighed, for he knew that he had to tell Dimitri what was going on.

"It's time I told you the truth, my friend," General Fowl spoke, approaching the wooden crate at the foot of his bed.

Author:

SORRY THIS IS LATE AND INCOMPLETE, BUT I HAD A FEELING MY FANS WERE LOOSING FAITH IN ME BECAUSE I KEPT THEM WAITING TOO LONG.

Next chapter'll be awhile

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