Kashipping (Blue Eyes White Dragon x Diabound)
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She was the light, and so they hated her. The souls that made them hissed and boiled and bubbled just underneath their scales, at once unified and fighting for dominance. The snake's head on their tail hissed and spat of its own accord in an angry defiance to the great white creature.
For her part, she barely deigned to notice them. Only one great eye flicked open at the sound of their approach, not even raising her great head from where it lay. Her wings, made of platinum and silver and pale blue steel, were pulled tightly against her body. They glowed like moonlight, the dappled sunlight glittering off of her as it filtered through the canopied trees.
Diabound hissed again, their multi-layered voice growling like an animal.
The dragon barely stirred. She just stared at them with one huge azure eye. Her tail flipped softly against the grass. This place was quiet, still, a forest haven in the shadow of the Mountain, home of the most ancient of dragons. A sacred place. Battle was prohibited in this space.
Diabound circled closer and then farther, seeing how close they could dare stray to the dragon. Their enemy. The light who had cut through them and failed to give them the power they wanted to steal for themselves, blocking them from the revenge they had desired so dearly. She was the reason they had lost. At least, that was the only thought that all of the souls could share without coming to a disagreement. They had been fighting so much lately that their shared form of Diabound could hardly move from one place to the next.
But the dragon—the dragon gave them a common target for their hate.
The dragon didn't even seem remotely worried. Her dark blue tongue flickered from her mouth briefly, as though to catch at some of the dew on the grass. She sighed once through her nose, but still did not move, did not look away from Diabound.
You don't belong here.
Diabound hissed with all the hate of ninety nine murdered souls. The dragon did not flinch. Did not even raise her head.
They both knew that if it came to a fight, she would win.
You should go.
Diabound spat their venom onto the grass, and a patch of green shriveled to brown immediately. The dragon's tail whipped with a little more force. A warning.
You should go.
Diabound circled back, hissing, angry, but they understood. They had no power here. This was her realm. And without the soul they had once reached through, the one hundredth soul that had survived the carnage, they were not as powerful as they had once been.
They retreated into the canopy of shadows beneath the trees, leaving the dragon to her rest in the clearing. She watched them go. There might have been sadness in her ancient eyes. But with dragons, it was sometimes hard to tell.
The azure eye vanished behind the eyelid, and the wings and tail relaxed.
She returned to her sleep in the sunlight.
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A/N: where did this even come from? Next is Justiceshipping (Kisara x Akhenaden). Heeyyyy we're out of the K's!
