Recovery
A/N- hey i'm going on a trip to visit family so i won't be able to update for a while but i promise there will be a naw
chapter when i get back!
Spyro came awake to not the female but the Elder hovering over him. he gave a small start at the sight and blushed
slightly when the large male began laughing at him.
"Glad to see youv'e woken up young pup."
Was that a bit of a synical air in his voice or had he imagined it?
"Yeah i feel much better old man."
The elder laugher."Seems you are. My name is Yagan, and yours?"
"Spyro."
Yagan raised an eyebrow. "The Spyro?"
"Yeah whats it too you?"
Behind Yagan the female spoke up. "I always thought Spyro was a grown-up and way more muscular!"
Spyro just groweled, he seemed to be doing that alot lately; he never used to.
"Well," Said Yagan. "If he was to muscle bound he wouldn't be able to chase down all of those gnorcs."
"Humph, well I suppose." Muttered Isa.
Spyro rolled his head towards her, why did it feel so heavy? When he caught sight of her confusion swamped him. she had
changed but he couldn't put his finger on it but what he did notice was her smell growing stronger and stronger.
Yagan noticed Spyro's apraisal of of Isa and smiled. "You know that you have been sleeping for almos a week now?"
Shock registered but Spyro tried not to let it show. He shrugged and felt his wings move with out pain. he got to his feet slowly
wondering if Isa would push him down again.
Yagan moved away as Isa rushed over, he let out a bark of laughter as Spyro sat down quickly obviously not wanting to be pushed.
"You can stand slowly and flex your wings but don't try to run or fly. Ok?" Isa's voice was calm but her body language was ridgid, was
she worried?
Spyro noded and streatched slowly, there was a tightness to his body that concerned him just as much as
the new scar tissue on his wings. A wave of fatigue washed over him and he lay back down with a sigh as his stumach rumbled.
Before he had to mention his hunger to either of the two dragind Isa had left him. Dozing quietly he suddenly felt a soft shake on
his shoulder. opening an eye he thought to see Isa but she wasn't there but in front of him was a whole side of mutton. his mouth
watered as he took a bite.
Another week passes this way sleeping, eating, sleeping some more, releiving himself...
the last had been rather embarasing as he had to have help from Isa for the trip to the disposal.
But that trip everyday seemed to help him and he found that the tightness in him was slowly leaving his body and his energy was
returning.
In the middle of a rather cold night Spyro awoke with a start and rose to his feet at the sound of a scuffle outside the cave. a sound
he knew only too well. glancing at Yagan Spyro noticed that the Elder was awake and watching whatever was going on out side in
silence. Anger welled up in Spyro when he notice Isa's absence, she must be in the fight!
he was on his feet before he knew what he was doing and out of the cave with his head down in a rush. there were three of them all
surrounding Isa. he gave a snort and fire trailed down his sides as he slammed into the smallest of the three. The dragon fell to the
cold ground stunned and twitched slighly before falling still. in the back of his mind Spyro knew that he had hurt another dragon but
he didn't seem to care as he turned his attention to the remaining adolesent dragons. he had their full attention now and he knew he
was in for a fight.
Isa watched as one of her possible mates was trashed by the puny Spyro, she groweled slightly and wondered if he knew what he was
doing. the fight that followed was intence and it set her normally calm blood to boil. She realized now that her grand-egg had been
correct; muscle bound brutes had no chance against a faster, smaller fighter.
Spyro gave one last defiant snort of flames as he watched the three dragons fly off in a somewhat injured manner. pain buzzed along
his nody but it was a good pain one that would be nothing but an ache in the morning, the healers pain Isa had called it. Turning to
Isa he opened his mouth to see if she was alright and found her looking him over. her look stunned him , it wasn't the look of a healer
watching her atient but what ever it was it mad his skin itch.
"You need a bath!" She said wrinkleing her nose at his her burning gaze had shifted and she had returned to the healer he knew.
Feeling slightly stung he followed her towards the hot springs wondering why her look had felt so apraising...
A/N- so what do you think?
P.S i don't own spyro: (
A/N- hey i'm going on a trip to visit family so i won't be able to update for a while but i promise there will be a naw
chapter when i get back!
Spyro came awake to not the female but the Elder hovering over him. he gave a small start at the sight and blushed
slightly when the large male began laughing at him.
"Glad to see youv'e woken up young pup."
Was that a bit of a synical air in his voice or had he imagined it?
"Yeah i feel much better old man."
The elder laugher."Seems you are. My name is Yagan, and yours?"
"Spyro."
Yagan raised an eyebrow. "The Spyro?"
"Yeah whats it too you?"
Behind Yagan the female spoke up. "I always thought Spyro was a grown-up and way more muscular!"
Spyro just groweled, he seemed to be doing that alot lately; he never used to.
"Well," Said Yagan. "If he was to muscle bound he wouldn't be able to chase down all of those gnorcs."
"Humph, well I suppose." Muttered Isa.
Spyro rolled his head towards her, why did it feel so heavy? When he caught sight of her confusion swamped him. she had
changed but he couldn't put his finger on it but what he did notice was her smell growing stronger and stronger.
Yagan noticed Spyro's apraisal of of Isa and smiled. "You know that you have been sleeping for almos a week now?"
Shock registered but Spyro tried not to let it show. He shrugged and felt his wings move with out pain. he got to his feet slowly
wondering if Isa would push him down again.
Yagan moved away as Isa rushed over, he let out a bark of laughter as Spyro sat down quickly obviously not wanting to be pushed.
"You can stand slowly and flex your wings but don't try to run or fly. Ok?" Isa's voice was calm but her body language was ridgid, was
she worried?
Spyro noded and streatched slowly, there was a tightness to his body that concerned him just as much as
the new scar tissue on his wings. A wave of fatigue washed over him and he lay back down with a sigh as his stumach rumbled.
Before he had to mention his hunger to either of the two dragind Isa had left him. Dozing quietly he suddenly felt a soft shake on
his shoulder. opening an eye he thought to see Isa but she wasn't there but in front of him was a whole side of mutton. his mouth
watered as he took a bite.
Another week passes this way sleeping, eating, sleeping some more, releiving himself...
the last had been rather embarasing as he had to have help from Isa for the trip to the disposal.
But that trip everyday seemed to help him and he found that the tightness in him was slowly leaving his body and his energy was
returning.
In the middle of a rather cold night Spyro awoke with a start and rose to his feet at the sound of a scuffle outside the cave. a sound
he knew only too well. glancing at Yagan Spyro noticed that the Elder was awake and watching whatever was going on out side in
silence. Anger welled up in Spyro when he notice Isa's absence, she must be in the fight!
he was on his feet before he knew what he was doing and out of the cave with his head down in a rush. there were three of them all
surrounding Isa. he gave a snort and fire trailed down his sides as he slammed into the smallest of the three. The dragon fell to the
cold ground stunned and twitched slighly before falling still. in the back of his mind Spyro knew that he had hurt another dragon but
he didn't seem to care as he turned his attention to the remaining adolesent dragons. he had their full attention now and he knew he
was in for a fight.
Isa watched as one of her possible mates was trashed by the puny Spyro, she groweled slightly and wondered if he knew what he was
doing. the fight that followed was intence and it set her normally calm blood to boil. She realized now that her grand-egg had been
correct; muscle bound brutes had no chance against a faster, smaller fighter.
Spyro gave one last defiant snort of flames as he watched the three dragons fly off in a somewhat injured manner. pain buzzed along
his nody but it was a good pain one that would be nothing but an ache in the morning, the healers pain Isa had called it. Turning to
Isa he opened his mouth to see if she was alright and found her looking him over. her look stunned him , it wasn't the look of a healer
watching her atient but what ever it was it mad his skin itch.
"You need a bath!" She said wrinkleing her nose at his her burning gaze had shifted and she had returned to the healer he knew.
Feeling slightly stung he followed her towards the hot springs wondering why her look had felt so apraising...
A/N- so what do you think?
P.S i don't own spyro: (