Sorry is this sounds un-plotted, but it is. Bare with me here, I'm running on sheer inspiration...
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Chapter 3: Meetings
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Spyro gazed out over what was left of his home...Not much. Bloody grass. The foul stench of death and grief hung in the air like mist. There was nothing to it. He could hear Ember sobbing in the silence. He didn't know how, seeing as she had never been quieter. Things seemed to go like that when his life exploded before his very eyes. He could hear things... see things... smell things... feel things...no, it wasn't the same. It was amazing what grief could do. Strange... Suddenly, he heard a great, powerful roar.
Frostbite sunk into the tall, blood-red grass. Her eyes narrowed into slits once more, as she gazed upon the small sheep that fluttered around grazing here and there. She lowered her wings soundlessly to her sides. Her foot claws weredigging into the soil. Her eyes were unblinking, and her front legs were tucked in. A pouncing stance. Suddenly, she sprang out at tackled a sheep, roaring ferally, sinking her claws into it's neck viciously.
Sypro flew down, no more gliding for him. He landed in the small maze's entrance. (A/N Search your heart... you know it to be true if you've seen the first Spyro The Dragon! If not, just a sort of mini-maze leading to a portal.) Then she gasped. Another dragon. And a gorgous one at that.
"Wh...Who are you?"
Frostbite looked up, and a gasp escped her lips. She stood to her feet, wiping the blood from her mouth. She still had her wings folded in, and instictively released the out. They were like the remnants of angel wings. The muscles were her blue scales, but the webbing was a graceful silver, with ripples in them. They were also tattered, which added to the appearance of a fallen angel.
"I am Frostbite."
She amazed herself at how powerfully her voice had escaped. Spyro, the most powerful, heroic, brave, not to mention handsome dragon she'd ever seen, and she'd actually spoken without her voice cracking. Spyro nodded.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hunting."
"Why?"
"The food in my world has depleted."
"...Fine. When you're finished there, come into the castle."
He scanned the surrounding area.
"This place is too depressing to stay in for too long."