Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 9 - Beginnings by Kirkmenistan
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Warm within Jet's embrace lay one Hungarian horntail. Her name was Redclaw. Labelled as such to warn those who looked to mate with her to be wary, she didn't take to males kindly. So imagine her horror when she awoke snuggled next to a male after her hibernation. Snuggled! Dragons did not snuggle! Then the memories of the winter came back to her slightly fuddled brain. Leaving the snowed in cave, finding the strange outsiders. Lodging with the younger one. Nearly freezing to death in the cold snap, the younger saving her, feeding her. How she thanked him.
Her eyes picked out two green eyes looking directly at her. He softly grumbled. His head was sideways along the edge of the shelter that was his body. One half in the warmth, watching over her, the other half in the bitter cold, watching over the entrance. Foolish dragon. He could have died protecting her from the cold. He would no doubt want to mate with her for his protection. Foolish dragon. If he came near her, her spikes would dash holes in his hide... If only she could somehow move enough to hurt him. But it was so warm. Was it warm outside yet?
She nuzzled at the joint between his wing and body, wanting to look outside. He opened a tiny gap in his wings, only for freezing air to blast her in the face. She flinched, but managed to glimpse outside; she could see nothing but white. The opening snapped shut again. The inside of her little tent was cold. She snuggled tighter at the source of heat that was Jet's torso. It was… nice. Once again she thanked him, slowly licking his face.
Jet was rather confused at this female's behaviour. He sensed that she didn't want to mate with him, her body language showed that rather clearly once she woke up. Tail stiffly between legs, defensive, ready to gore any eager member's that desired to penetrate her. She nuzzled his wing; did she want to see outside? He opened a tiny gap. The numbing cold outside swiftly entered. Once it had gotten slightly too cold for his tastes he shut the gap. The female, sensing this cold, commenced to snuggle up to his side again, seeking warmth. Her posture oozed relaxation and trust while she languidly licked his face. He didn't entirely understand this behaviour. He recognised the licking as a sign of thanks, and perhaps submission… The snuggling was for warmth only. It couldn't possibly be because she enjoyed it.
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The elder emerged slowly and surely from his cave. Burrowing up through feet of snow.
He looked around. The entrance to his student's cave was just visible. He decided to have a look to see what was going on. As his head slowly entered, he spied his student lying on a bed of tree limbs, and... had he grown? How as that possible. Dragon's don't grow during winter. The elder had lost quite a large amount of mass during this winter, it was unseasonably cold. Both of jet's visible eyes opened and stared at his teacher.
q73; Come jet, we must learn again D
q73; I can't move just yet. D
q73; Why? D
q73; I'm occupied. D
q73; Move. D
This was an order. Jet sighed and slowly uncurled. To the elder's shock, a young Horntail verging on maturity lay in warm hollow that Jet had protected. Redclaw staring unabashed at the elder.
q73; My student, you move quickly don't you? D
q73; Your not going to forget this are you? D
q73; No… No I don't think so. D
Jet groaned at the amused face his teacher was making, his wizened eyed gleaming with the promise of future teasing.
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The keepers looked out at the money that lay before them. Hundreds of young dragons had died this year. Four rather sadistic keepers hoped to find the young seven-year-old known as Jet. They would enjoy seeing the dead body of that one after what he did to their hands. He could probably sell for tens of thousands to the ministry for examination.
Alas, he was not among the dead. Only one young dragon however had survived. Redclaw. She was looking surprisingly chipper for one who had just survived the coldest winter on record.
There were, however, two black shapes on the lake.
Bastard dragon had done it again…
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Jet and the elder could be found later that day looking over the black lake that day. Beneath them they knew the location of the clan's den lay. Normally there would be a large hole about here where dragons dove in and out on their way. But today, there was nothing.
q73; The lake must have frozen right through D
q73; We are going to have to rescue the pathetic beings, aren't we? D
The elder clipped his student with his wing.
q73; Do not speak against the clan D
q73; I don't speak against them, I speak about them. D
The elder's eyes rolled at his insubordinate student. He would have to tell him soon. Transform him, then chase him around as an incentive to change back. He would deserve that. The image of such a tiny human being running for its life screaming was a to tempting offer to refuse. He chuckled at the image. It would happen. Hopefully this year, possibly not.
q73; Elder, what's so funny? D
q73; We are going to have to save them after all. Come Jet, let us melt some ice. D
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The dragons of the Romanian clan were looking on with horror at their entrance. The entire room was frozen over. Totally. Any attempts of melting any further up through the ice resulted in exhausted dragons. They assumed the ice was denser than usual. In actual fact, they had grown lazy, but they were too proud to realise or admit their fault.
Then one of them spotted light through the entrance. Something was burning its way down. They were afraid. Only the old elder knew of this cave. That and his new student. They had both been cast out as they didn't listen to their Alpha.
Suddenly the ice was breached. A large black dragon slid through the hole and skidded to a halt within the ice cavern. It looked around at those standing around it. Eyes revolving madly.
q73; Weak D
The one word echoed through the caverns. The young dragon swiftly clawed his way up the chute he had made. Returning to the dangerous surface. The dragons looked on in shock. The young one had built the tunnel. No, he couldn't have. They weakened the ice for him. It was all their work.
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q73; Jet, I need to talk to you. D
q73; About what? D
q73; Do you remember your beginnings? D
q73; With Pemba? D
q73; No, before that. Before you arrived at the reserve. D
q73; No, well I remember some short flashes of light. Green mostly, and cold. D
The elder sighed. This would be difficult.
q73; Do you know what the keepers are. D
Jet grinned
q73; Squishy and yummy. D
q73; No… what are they? D
q73; Wizards. D
q73; It's time we talked about the Animagus transformation. D
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q73; So let me get this straight. Because of my massive reserves of inner fire, and the fact that I grow during hibernation, you assume that I am a wizard dragon animagus? D
q73; Yes. D
Jet's head fell downwards. Head-butting the ground repeatedly.
q73; Your serious aren't you? D
q73; Yes. D
q73; And why would I want to become human? D
q73; Well, for one you would be able to learn magic. D
q73; Magic? D
q73; What you call your 'inner-fire'. D
q73; What could I do with it? D
q73; It's totally up to you. D
q73; Wait, how do you know about all of this? D
q73; I… was not here all my life. D
q73; What do you mean? D
q73; I worked with the goblins. D
q73; Goblins? D
q73; Evil things that use us for their own needs. I guarded their lower vaults and ritual chambers. I saw many things. Wizards using magic, wizards changing into animals. D
q73; And you think I'm one of these wizards. D
q73; Yes. D
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Jet hated training to be a human.
It wasn't that he couldn't do it. Within a few weeks he had started to change his limbs into human like limbs. His tail withdrawing within his body, his wings slowly clamping onto his back. After months he was turning into a human.
The elder did rather enjoy his revenge in chasing Jet around while he tried to change back. Jet did not enjoy that.
Not. One. Bit.
It was just the feeling of being weak. His only method of feeling strong was using his fire. Its reserves had vastly diminished from when he was in his dragon form. He didn't like it. He hated feeling that weak. The only way to be strong in that form would be to learn magic. But there would be some time before he was taken to school. Until then, he would have to occupy himself here.
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q73; Why are we taken by goblins? D
q73; They wish to use our strength to control their vaults. D
q73; How are we taken? D
q73; Usually in the night in winter. They search for large lost ones and train them for their own gain. It is a disgusting practice, but they are stronger than us. D
q73; Why? D
q73; Magic. D
q73; They cheat. D
q73; There is no cheating in war, only winning and losing. D
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Redclaw was having a horrible year. She had recently come into heat, and all male dragons she came across were hounding her. but none of them met her fancy. Many males limped back to their shelters those months after they refused to take a hint.
Redclaw sensed winter was arriving soon. She hoped that she could spend it with the outsider again. He was kind. She missed the 'snuggling'. When she came across his den, smoke was pouring out. He was enlarging his home again. She poked her head within again. There he was, in all his glory. Strong, kind, cunning, and protective; the best mate she could think of. And he had grown. A lot.
Jet's insecurities about his weaknesses as a human child were passed on to his dragon self. His fire continued to slowly help his growth during the year. Not as bad as his winter spurts, but still a large difference since last year. She crouched down low and approached him. He stopped melting the rocks and looked back. He was surprised to see her. A surprised and pleased growl escaped his mouth. He walked forwards and nuzzled her snout. She licked his in return. She walked slowly past him to lie down on the bed. She curled tightly into a slightly defensive ball.
Jet's nose sniffed impulsively as Redclaw walked past. She was in season, and she had come to him! Then rational logic came back to him. She had taken out many hopeful males before, he could smell the blood of dozens on her. He wouldn't become one of that number. He slowly curled around her. Far easier than last year. She could actually move around fairly comfortably.
Redclaw was in shock. Happy glorious shock, granted, but shock none the same. He had resisted. She knew he had smelled her. The bulge beneath his scales proved that, but he had refused to 'open up', releasing his organ to the air to mate.
She returned to snuggling against him and his warmth, very deliberately but briefly rubbing her thigh against the bulge. She enjoyed the sight of one of his constantly rotating eyes freezing and focusing on her. She played innocent. He had passed. After the winter, she would be his, only his.
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