Disclaimer: RedDragonX does not own, will never own, though he wishes on occasion he really did own: Spyro the Dragon. All characters relating to or known to take part in the video game series are the property (unfortunately), of Activision. I do, however, own all characters of my own creation and any other asinine conceptions I might concoct within the insane asylum that is sometimes my imagination.
Also secondary Disclaimer, this is rated M for a reason, and one of said reasons exists in this chapter, so don't say you weren't warned if sexual content makes you uncomfortable.
Chapter 8:
Innocents
The armor encrusted feline wove his fingers against the camera dial, ensuring that its vision remained solely focused on the distracted dragons presently captivated by the events of the past.
A light spinning sound focused his attention upon the computer screen before him. While it wouldn't matter if Razeth knew of his presence, the less she was distracted while in the belly of the beast the better.
Getting into the Legate's own office was no simple feat, and he could consider himself lucky that a detachment of Avocoti was dismissed right before gaining entry. The vast complex of air ducts and exhaustion templates had to be navigated with care as to not trip sensor alarms, but to one like himself, who had nigh infinite amounts of experience in espionage, it served as good practice.
He turned his comm link down, not wanting to give himself away in the slightest. The vast majority of the cameras seemed hardwired through the Legate's interface, which greatly helped when it came to controlling security. Caution was still desired, as he took notice of several other cameras towards the entrance that were linked from a separate location.
He turned his eyes downward, having removed his visor to reveal large spotted ears, the black fur being hard to detect within such a low lighting source. His sharp green orbs scanned over the apparatus, seeking some manner of low key access before noticing an input/output terminal.
Side glancing upwards, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a used data stick, quickly inserting it into the port and accessing the system. He watched as the program subverted nearly every security protocol locked in place, granting him full access to a wealth of sensitive database knowledge.
A sly smirk spread about his muzzle as one paw lifted, browsing through large assortments of files and private programs. The computer hummed quietly as he searched for anything that would pertain to his assignment.
Thankfully, he was provided with an easy access program, knowing it would have possibly taken hours to crack such an intricate and well designed security grid. Marcus certainly had nearly unlimited digital resources.
The small drive started to blink as he continued sliding through the various programs, growing quite frustrated that he had failed to locate the information desperately required. The database was massive, but the hacking program granted to him was supposedly designed to narrow down the vast search field.
Green eyes started sliding across the room, taking note of all the various ornaments and banners that served as representation or trophies for the Empire. He scoffed upon noticing an ornate set of armor which rested upon a dragon shaped manikin. They never went small on details.
"Fucking dragons . . ." he muttered in disdain before turning his attention downward, growing even more frustrated at the diabolical depth of the program list. This could possibly take hours and he didn't have the luxury of such a window.
The program continued to surf, seemingly doing away with needless documentation and narrowing the field greatly. The realization slowly dawned upon him well before the hacking tool stalled out, alerting him to the brutal reality that what he sought wasn't within. He nearly slammed the desk with his fist, but controlled his spurred emotions.
"Very well Silas, time to improvise." he muttered to himself before turning his gaze toward one of the various side chambers. If the data wasn't located here, then it had to be on a separate server. He highly doubted that the Legate would allow it to be positioned immensely far from his watchful gaze.
He pulled the data stick from the panel, having serious doubts about any success for his mission. It was rather unorthodox to be attempting this during the morning hours, but the dismissal of the Avocoti provided an opportunity he simply couldn't pass up.
Further investigation would have to suffice, so long as he left no traces of his presence. The lithe feline slid away from the desk, focus turning towards the chamber of note.
"Perhaps … a more personal location . ." he whispered while approaching the entryway. Within he found a rich bedspread that was obviously fit for one of the Legate's status. It only inclined him to further believe in the Empire's immense hubris.
He scanned the chamber rapidly, nothing but the sound of air flow splitting the welcome silence. A more personal workspace was evident in the far corner of the room. It certainly fit well within his previous concepts.
A quick pounce found him before a much smaller computer panel, this one surrounded by various medals and even some personal pictures. He curiously observed one of them with his paw; the image of a large drake, obviously the Legate, posing with a much smaller female. It was against a moonlit background and the constellation that served as the Empire's own sigil was aglow in the sky.
Was this the same draken that was involved with the insane time traveling? It certainly appeared so to his eyes. He scanned off to the side, taking note of a canvas that contained various other brushes and painting oils, the scents of which rapidly assaulting his nostrils.
"I didn't take the Legate for an artist. You learn something new every day."
He placed the painted image back where he found it, mind returning to task as he searched for an output. This was clearly an older model, perhaps containing sentimental value to even the mighty Legate. He growled and slid open a small hatch below the monitor, scanning over various wires and outputs until finding one of possible value.
Hesitation grasped his senses, stopping the data stick just short of the port. This was a completely separate access point than the one he was tasked with searching. Odds were, Marcus was completely unaware of this private system. There was a very good chance that he could trigger some manner of security breach if he proceeded.
A growl slid between his fangs. For all he knew, this was connected directly to the Avocoti. Things would get ugly very quickly if that happened. He pulled the data stick away with a frustrated groan, being sure to close the panel before activating his visor. Pools of green were quickly covered by the digital interlink, a small mechanical hiss signaling the completion of the process.
"Agent Silas reporting: Primary database did not contain files in question, secondary database was located nearby, but I am unwilling to take the risk of accidental activation of a possible secondary security system. Falling back to observation point Echo until update of orders is received."
His headset remained quiet for several moments, the feline agent growing impatient as he walked back towards the Legate's primary desk in the audience chamber. After a few more moments the comm link crackled to life, a deadpan voice addressing him.
"Understood Silas, fall back approved. Information will be transmitted to the Consul promptly. Expect update within six hours. Out."
The discouraged operative quickly terminated the connection, twisting his neck around to be rewarded with several audible cracks.
"Not what I had in mind, but patience will come with its own reward."
He let his eyes drift down to the camera screens yet again, the dragons still in their original positions. A smile spread across his muzzle as he pinpointed his extraction point at the far side of the room.
"Must be quite the show. If my luck holds out … it will distract them all day." he cackled before sliding below one of the ceiling grates, being careful to avoid the viewing patterns of two cameras situated above the entryway.
Activating a grappling hook on his opposite wrist, he was lifted upwards, using the anti-gravity meshing on his boots to hold him in place on the ceiling.
The grate was heavy, but nothing he couldn't handle thanks to some appreciated biological improvements. He popped it straight upwards, growling in annoyance as it grinded audibly against the ventilation corridor.
He scanned the room in response, quickly sliding up into the ducts just as the camera started rotating back towards his previous location. Being much more careful this time around, he placed the grate back in place, night-vision activating as he began the much needed extraction.
Everything was quiet once more in the Legate's chamber, the soft hum of the air conditioning serenading the various banners and rich tapestries.
Within the Legate's bed chamber a small painting laid upon the desk - small distortions of color and fluids plastered against one corner.
A large, black canine slowly pulled the small mole from a rather shallow hole, the tiny creature squirming and squealing in discomfort as he snorted to himself.
Close by, another wolf took notice, savage eyes focused on the scene at hand. Both were dressed in rather barbaric appearing garb, though the thick fur pelts that decorated their exteriors gave off a presence of a seemingly quaint art style.
"Must you tease them so. Put the damn thing out of its misery and be done with it, Lugo."
The black pelted wolf turned towards him, fangs flashing in the light of a roaring fire as he tossed the small creature away, content to watch it scurry about in fear before licking his chops.
"Come now, where is your sense of adventure. I don't think any wolf has been this far south save for the pathetic traders and boot-lickers from Savage Gorge."
His companion shook his head curtly, pelt being ash gray and frame significantly smaller than the black beast. A rather crude looking hooked blade was strapped to his back.
"While I may not fully agree with Dolphus on how we should be approaching the rest of this sad world, I do agree that we should rely more on lightning strikes then these pointless displays of force. We should have left here hours ago. Why do we yet linger?"
The black wolf snarled in his direction, clearly attempting to establish dominance and authority. Within his powerful grasp he carried an immense hammer made of solid, crude black iron.
The gray wolf didn't flinch, though he made no movements to further protest the moment at hand. Lugo was what one would call a dumb brute, but he made up for his slow mind with a incredibly significant strength and an immensely savage deposition. In today's world, such brutish wolves found themselves in power far more often than those who actually had the ability to think critically.
"They need to learn their place. We have gone further than any hunting party has dared for countless years! The herds have become more and more scarce north of the mountains, it is simply time to collect our bounty and remind the world of what we can do." snarled Lugo in a noticeably softer tone, thick frame turning towards other small prizes.
The tinier gray lupine watched him depart, the words greatly troubling his mind before gazing around. Ever since the garrison at Torid Towers became withdrawn and hesitant about their watch duties, the packs had practically gained free reign over territories further south.
It was a strange situation, after all, the fortress had been built to help keep their hunting parties north of the boundaries. These small creatures offered no challenge, at least not here. These were clearly agricultural minded villages, as most moles wouldn't be caught dead above ground or outside of their heavy stone walls.
Since they relied on the protection of the Towers, it was clear they never once thought about establishing some manner of effective defenses. His green gaze turned up toward the brooding stone towers in the near distance, occasional flashes of armor glinting in the sun.
For some months it seemed, the dragons of the tower were content to do nothing whatsoever to oppose them. It was impossible to not see the pillars of smoke that were bellowing forth into the crisp evening air. Whoever was in charge of the pass had clearly reorganized priorities, much to lupine benefit.
Were they actually scared of the Packs now? He doubted it. No dragon would ever truly be scared of what a wolf could do. Even Lugo, strong as he was, was no match for a fully grown drake or draken. No matter how much he boasted about his abilities, and he clearly was not intelligent enough to outsmart one.
Truth was: the only way they could survive in a conflict was through sheer volume and numbers, and even then, if they had a clear and distinct advantage in said fight. They made a living off toying with their prey, ensuring fatigue and slowness of mind had set in before making the decisive strike. It was simply a way of life for them. That was why their lands had never been successfully invaded. The harsh climate and their methods of intense guerrilla warfare were more than enough to make any sane invader hesitate.
The harsh wind started to press against his bristled fur, causing him to release a soft growl before turning his view upwards. The sky was beginning to churn, clearly being spurred forth by some unseen force.
Gaze narrowed in familiarity before grunting in understanding, pulling the crude blade from the leather strap on his back before chasing after Lugo.
The brute had taken to systematically eliminating just about any helpless mole he discovered. Even going so far to toy with them for several agonizing moments to draw out the torment. The gray lupine's gaze fell upon numerous bodies, some of them missing limbs as several more of the hunting group began assembling on their position, seemingly having taken note of the rapid shift in weather.
"Lugo!"
The brute gazed back, reddish hued eyes narrowing in obvious annoyance as blood drenched paws continued to crush the esophagus of yet another unfortunate rodent.
"Must you always interrupt, Lector? Can you not see I'm enjoying myself for once? We should do these field trips far more often!"
The gray wolf just blinked, pointing his angled blade skyward as snow gradually began to descend from on high, small flakes melting rapidly before they reached the disturbed ground thanks to various patches of burning crops.
Lugo turned his disturbed gaze upward, dropping the terrified creature in his possession before snarling in obvious annoyance.
"It is time to go … the cover has been deployed. I'm surprised she waited this long."
The savage looking beast that was Lugo turned rapidly, grimacing in growing rage as the terrified mole squealed and cried out for some manner of rescue that clearly would never arrive. Being as unhinged as he was under normal circumstances would do nothing to change the outcome.
Lector and some of the wolves observed Lugo, none wanting to be the next to possibly receive his wrath. Moments later the squealing stopped, Lugo having brought down the hammer upon the helpless creature, showers of blood and bone spreading outward like paint on a canvas against the once bountiful summer harvest.
Lector clicked his fangs and just scoffed at the brute, trying to wipe off some of the blood that stained his pelt. The other wolves all fell back urgently, obviously attempting to avoid similar fates.
"That creature … that bitch! Why now!"
The gray wolf moved forward, coming up to the brute's flank before sticking his blade in the bloodied earth. The crazed wolf beside him coughed, making no visual movements save his increasingly erratic breath.
"It doesn't matter, by this point she has surely told Dolphus of our actions. When he learns about how far south we've gone and just how many we've killed … you can be certain of a summons."
The black wolf spat on the torn ground, paw gripping his hammer to the point of blistering as he turned aggressively and released a massive lupine roar. Many of the pack members fell backward, further intimidated by their incensed Alpha.
Lector remained still, paw gripping the handle of his blade as he continued. "You can be as enraged as you want Lugo, but you know the law of our land. All Packs are obliged to submit to Savage Gorge."
The massive wall of fur turned on him, approaching his smaller companion rapidly and wrapping one of those thick paws around his thin neck. Lector made no sudden movements, being fully aware of the brute's tendencies.
"Dolphus … Dolphus is weak … long in years and old of mind. He has not the strength to truly lead the Packs anymore. No, it is high time that Lugo took his rightful place on the Keystone of Savage Gorge. It is time for the LockJaw Pack to assume control from a dying hierarchy!"
Lector coughed calmly, the grip on his throat tight, but not overbearing. He knew Lugo wouldn't kill him, as he was the only wolf in his counsel that had any practical sense whatsoever about the delicate nature of Pack politics. It certainly didn't hurt that he was also his only cousin.
"Be that as it may, Lugo … if you truly want to assume leadership, you will have to deal with Dolphus first. Not to mention his daughter."
The black wolf's eyes fell to the ground, the grip upon the smaller canine's throat releasing before he resumed a crazed pacing once again.
The snow began to fall faster now, the sky above covered in a thick layer of clouds that snuffed out any remaining light upon the land itself. The distant snow-covered peaks of Torid pass slowly became shrouded, clear indication of the coming storm.
Lector rubbed his neck slowly, eyes falling back to the Alpha once again. "We must leave, if we get caught on this side of the pass once the blizzard hits, the dragons will surely fall upon us."
Lugo turned, his cruel eyes flashing before he twisted his muzzle upward, releasing a deep howl that echoed into the smoked sky around them. His call was quickly returned in kind with all manner of wolves taking part in the hunt.
Seconds later, they all began to move quickly for the pass, Lugo watching as at least thirty of his kind pulled away from various acts of debauchery and depravity. Lector gave Lugo a slow nod, paw still stroking his now sore throat.
Lugo simply snarled and proceeded to strap the immense hammer against his back. The muscular brute had no shortage of strength and stamina, something Lector had always been impressed by.
"You will cover the withdrawal. Make sure none follow. Upon our return through the pass, I will entreat our beloved Dolphus to a blood feud the likes of which no Pack has ever seen!"
The gray wolf blinked and removed his blade from the turf, small chunks of rock and ash coming up along with it. The black beast bounded off, following the other members of the party northwards.
The fires continued to fume, Lector still being quite surprised that nobody had arrived to stop or investigate. At the very least, it would have forced them to move off and take up positions for ambush, but not so in this instance.
Green orbs again fell upon the rapidly vanishing stone towers just beyond the fields. Had the dragons grown so weak of mind that they would allow their own allies to experience such horrifying fates? Something was not sitting right about this entire situation.
Either way, even if they didn't care now, they would certainly care eventually. The news of attacks such as this one would spread rapidly, and it wouldn't be long before it reached the ears of the Alliance Counsel at the Dragon Temple. Odds were that they had absolutely zero reason to worry about the pass since no warnings were being sent, at least not by their own sentries.
Life would change very quickly if they were to dispatch someone of greater composure then the draken currently residing in the towers themselves. A shiver crawled up his spine at the thought of it. Rumors had spread for many years about the two mighty dragons who had saved the entire realm.
One was purple, the other black. They were supposedly the most powerful dragons in all existence. Even more powerful than the blighted one Malefor.
Lector turned and ran after his pack, being content in the knowledge that no dragons would be chasing them today. His movement came to a quick halt as he caught sight of something in the distance. A slight gleam had beckoned him from his task, and his curious eyes astutely observed, blade at the ready.
A shape slowly came into focus, not more than fifty yards from where he stood now. It was difficult to make out, as it practically blended against the oncoming torrential downpour of snow.
The handle almost slipped from his grip, eyes going wide as a female dragon inspected several of the deceased mole, image representing one of sorrow and confusion.
He knew that a quick escape was most likely the optimal choice, but had found his feet firmly rooted in place. Besides, this was no dragon from the south. No, she was something else entirely.
Wings tucked against her flanks as her head tilted, one of her paws slowly rising up and closing the eyes of one of the flayed bodies. Her actions were one of dismay to him, and Lector was quickly finding himself regretful of the slaughter that had just taken place.
Her frame turned suddenly, eyes boring into him even over the well established distance between them. Lector's frame froze as the aura around her visage seemingly glowed, giving off a very vibrant and intense pulse. The snow and wind seemed to respond in kind, whipping about his pelt violently, the howling screams of the wind slapping against his sensitive ear tips.
He quickly found himself on one knee, paw dropping his blade in a vain attempt to protect himself from the intense bombardment of lashing pressures. Pained eyes lost focus for a time, but he recovered enough to refocus them upon the now approaching dragon.
She moved silently and with purpose, eyes never leaving his. Before he knew it, she was before him, frame twitching vividly in both disgust and anger.
Lector couldn't do anything, his eyes quickly breaking away from such a terrifying image. She said nothing, but it was more than clear to him just what her feelings were.
"I'm … we're sorry! It wasn't supposed to be this way!" he cried out in fear, paws covering his ears harder as small chunks of ice began pelting against his hide. What the hell could he do to get out of this mess, damn Lugo for avoiding this moment.
The dragon only hummed, one of her paws slowly coming upwards as if to strike out at the defenseless canine. Lector braced himself for that actuality, orbs closing tightly as he whimpered in dismay.
Within seconds, the winds ceased. Snow began to swirl about his frame before calming into a more peaceful descent. His eyes painfully opened, finding it much easier to breathe and think at this point. He was still very much surprised as he took notice of the white paws in front of him.
Very gingerly, his head turned upwards, tail wavering softly against the fresh snow. Her eyes, they seemed endless. Deep pools of a purplish hue boring into him with such burning intensity. However, even with such anger, they still seemed more peaceful than moments before.
Her scales were unique in coloring, being mostly white but carrying large patches of light blue blotches and freckles, her chestplates being further differentiated by a unique checkerboard like pattern between white and gray.
The wings of the vastly disappointed draken slowly spread, claws planting in the ground before him as her tail went rigid, purple hued orbs still locked on to him. What was she waiting for? He was helpless.
He took further notice of the two golden bracelets that were locked upon those powerful forelimbs, both sharing a unique pattern and glisten to them. Perhaps these were what caught his attention earlier.
"You are of the LockJaw Pack then ... " she spoke with iron like force, eyes drifting upon the crest gracing his furred pelt.
Lector gave no response, only nodding as the words became lodged in his throat. She released a small hiss and tilted her head forward, burning gaze becoming unbearable for him.
"Figured as much … could smell your stink from miles away. Where is your slave driver? What's his name now? The stupid one …."
"Lu - Lugo?" he whimpered.
She just smirked before nodding in feigned amusement, peeling her lips back to reveal razor sharp teeth. The canine took a deep breath before attempting to muster some form of forced courage, legs still shaking before he dropped one paw against the snowy turf.
"He … he and the others have, traveled back through the pass. They are miles ahead by this point…"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about it. Dolphus will take care of him in due time. I suppose that leaves the decision on what to do with you up to me then, yes?"
The gray wolf stifled a whine, finding it rather ironic that a female dragon could strike such terror into even the most vicious and masculine of his kind. Not that he was some great standard, but no wolf, save his numbed cousin, would even think of trying such tilted odds.
"Well, I - I'm not sure…"
"Of course you're not. You wouldn't have any idea what to do with yourself even if you had the ability to think freely. No, what Lugo says goes. Do you not ever get tired of following a complete idiot?"
Lector frowned before shaking his head, finding it insulting at this point that she could openly insult his own kin. "Lugo is my blood, you should … you should know how our kind lives. How we trust our packmates. This is your life as well! Even if you're not truly one of us."
She hissed before arching her snout away from him, wings slowly folding before she scuffled the ground before him, leaving a trail of claw marks in the freshly fallen snow.
"Your stench is unbearable. I would not think to bore myself any further by opening your pathetic neck, not to mention washing it away. No, I'll let the Alpha deal with you. I will thoroughly enjoy watching him do it. You really believe that mindless mound of meat stands a chance against him? All he's interested in is what he sees, such narrow vision will cost him what precious life he has left."
Lector regained control of his bodily functions and slowly stood up, his vision taking note of the large lacerations her paws left upon the ground. "By tradition, any Alpha may be challenged by another. You would do well to tell him not to underestimate Lugo. He may be slow, but he's the strongest wolf I've ever known or seen. If he had even a slight window of opportunity … he would happily kill you as well."
A willing smirk graced her snout as she turned back toward Lector, her tail sliding back and forth in an eerily silent pattern. "Well then, he's very welcome to try, I'm more than game to wipe that ugly look off his face. He will surely have a more difficult time dealing with something that actually fights back for a change."
Lector frowned as her wing directed him toward the still fresh bodies littering the grounds surrounding them, the snowfall having finally snuffed the various fires that were set ablaze by his brothers. Even the blade he'd dropped upon the ground not minutes ago was engulfed by the white tide.
"They never had a chance. I will never forget what I've seen this day, and I can only pray that Lugo does manage to get past Dolphus, so that I can deal with him myself." she snarled softly before eyeing the rather disheveled looking Lector once more.
He gulped and retrieved his buried blade slowly, the chilled ice stinging his paw pads. The draken slowly began moving away, her wings spreading elegantly and showing off her lithe and toned frame. One last smirk fell upon her snout.
"By the way, you might want to clean yourself up. Don't want to go running back to your cousin with the stench of fresh urine on your fur." she snickered before launching upward into the clouded sky, the rattled lupine gazing down to observe that he had indeed soiled himself.
Sweat fell from the crimson drake's snout as his back teeth ground together, sharing the motion with his lower muscles as he worked himself roughly against the backside of his smaller quarry.
Her tail was curled up over his shoulder, his forelimbs currently anchored into the stone wall before them as his heated bodice worked on overtime. While his wounds were still singing, their were certain urges that would never go unattended for very long.
The silver colored draken gave small hisses of pleasure, her own limbs planted loosely against the grass as she moved her features upward against him in perfect timing, eyes plastered shut as he willingly pulverized what could only be described to him as his born right.
His eyes rolled upward attentively from time to time, being sure that their trembling frames were well masked from prying eyes. The various shrubs and tall bushes lining the cobbled pathways helped bolster this unorthodox action. Of course, this was at her insistence, not his.
A tempered snarl escaped his snout, feeling a rising sensation deep within his core. His tail thrashed violently, finding it hard to control his surging desires at this juncture. He was much better suited to playing with his "toys" in the privacy of his own chambers, but again, he had deep rooted needs to sate.
One of her paws fell back quickly, attempting to grasp at his own before he exhaled and ripped his claws from the scarred wall, shoving it aggressively down upon her spine, piercing the delicate scales as she gave a loud gasp of obvious pain.
"Damn it… Scorch - you're … being a little rough ... "
The humming red drake only smirked before lowering his snout against her silver scales, dragging his forked tongue along the surface greedily before biting down into her shoulder blindly, causing her tail to squirm and wings to flinch, her spine arching before she gave an audible cry of mixed emotions.
"OH SC-!"
His paw snapped up like lightning, covering her snout as to make sure she couldn't protest any further, strong fangs only sinking into her hide harder before Scorch anchored his back limbs against the ground for greater leverage - picking up the pace eagerly as he felt the edge approaching, the struggle of his prey against his frame only bolstering his predatory arousal in droves.
Her wings stretched outwards, attempting some manner of carnal protest, only to have his own wing knuckles slam against them, locking them in place as he found pace to finish the job he'd started. What really was the point of these protests anyways? For him, it would only encourage him to get rougher.
The draken could only squirm, her eyes closing in vivid disappointment and strained satisfaction as the strong, yet cruel crimson drake continued his assault, sweat now glistening against his toned scales. His back arched violently as he suppressed the urge to roar in unfathomable pleasure, eyes rolling back into his skull as he felt his mind starting to drift off into the endless chasm of seething pleasures, wings spreading wide on pure instinct as the moment hit like a charging golem.
"Shit … Ancestors - damn so … rggghhh ... !" he hissed before biting down into her shoulder once more with little remorse, traces of blood slowly seeping between his crooked teeth as his tail wrapped crudely around her own, forcing her torso down with all his remaining strength as her mind and body began to buckle beneath the oncoming sensations.
It wasn't much longer after that that they both went rigid, the silver draken's eyes snapping wide as she screamed out against his paw, Scorch's worked muscles hardened rapidly as one more great heave against her bodice claimed everything. It was something that he'd never get tired of. Despite his lack of tact and compassion, it was easy enough to find willing prey to satisfy his deepest cravings in this place. Perhaps, it was one of the few redeeming perks that kept him firmly planted here. For the time being, of course.
Her wings flapped rapidly before dying away, his own body starting to do the same as his chestplates heaved, easy breaths having escaped both dragons by this point. After what seemed like an eternity, he leaned his jaw downward, drooling freely upon the tender scales lining her back and neck before hissing and staring downward, feeling the need to point out something beyond trivial for the simple, base pleasure of doing so. At times – he could almost feel the measure of wrongness in his actions, though his brain did little to rectify those misgivings.
"Damn it - you slattern … you came late."
His paw rapidly fell away from her heaving snout, the draken taking a deep breath as free air was once again allowed to fill her. Her wings, along with most of her aching frame save the rear portions, was plastered upon the ground; numerous gouges and bite marks now gracing a once pure visage.
"I'm … so sorry - I didn't know…"
"Oh shut up, not like I was giving it my all either." he scoffed before lifting himself upward in one highly undignified motion, making little effort to disengage himself properly in such a sensitive position. She could only groan in protest to his actions, the deep sense of vile regret now rising in her stomach.
"It's just - I'm not quite used to … your methods…" she panted softly, body now sprawled out upon the tarnished grass, feeling as if they'd brought some amount of dishonor to the once carefree grounds.
"Yeah well, I'll give you this: you weren't completely boring. I have a tendency to get discouraged with drakens who don't fight back. Just takes the fun out of it."
She continued panting before painfully pushing herself up, taking note of the various scars upon her limbs and frowning in flustered despair.
"Damn it Scorch! This isn't something I can explain away easily…"
"Huh? Oh, well I don't really care how you do that. Just say you got mixed up in some cat fight with another draken or something - they'll eat it up, but it's not my problem now … or ever." he replied coldly before gazing around, noticing the closest individuals being a pair of oblivious, gossipy cheetahs some meters away.
"Really, just blame someone else? Lie right to a Guardians' face? I don't think so."
"As I said - I don't care what you do now. Thanks for the romp, I needed to scratch that itch badly. Be seeing you." he stated plainly before turning tail, limbs having already recovered from what to him was a rather sated event compared to his own twisted standards.
The draken frowned sadly before rising with difficulty and shaking her limbs, wondering just how she'd managed to get herself into this scenario in the first place. "Thanks a lot, jackass."
"Oh by the way, if anything - you know - comes of this, that's not my problem either. If I hear rumors not to my liking, then I'll be sure to call upon you again, and this time I won't be as gentle." he barked over his shoulder, making her writhe in uncertainty. Suffice to say, it wasn't the first time he'd resorted to such threats. Luckily, it wasn't so easy for dragons to conceive in general. Drakens had Drakes both had to be in very specific cycles in order to properly match up the biological requirements. An annoyance for some looking to have clutches sooner rather then later, but a boon to those who just wanted a good time.
Scorch hummed to himself, his "excitement" having retreated enough at this point to proceed on his way. The injuries he'd recently sustained were still of constant annoyance to him, but it wasn't anything he'd allow to become a permanent hindrance – nor affect his stingy attitude.
The sweat on his scales slowly began to dissipate, toned limbs regaining full motion as he rounded the corner of the stoned tower he'd hidden her against. His thoughts immediately turned back to the one who had put him in such a pathetic state.
Arus. That drake had only been here for but a few sunrises and already he'd propelled himself straight to the top of Scorch's most despised list. It was hard to top the likes of Terradon and Spyro that fast, but this drake had the unique ability to just piss him the fuck off.
He snarled and winced noticeably as one of his wounds opened up, causing him to curse loudly as he passed several Knights and Squires, all of which acknowledging him politely before returning to their various tasks. Damn it, why was everyone always so polite? He could sense the scorn and ridicule laying in hibernation behind their faces – waiting to be released the moment he'd passed by. Hell, that didn't matter. So long as they respected his power and strength, that would always be enough. But did they?
Every now and then he heard a few rumbling of gossip about what happened, how this drake with absolutely no powers or skills managed to overpower the fearsome Scorch. It was a phantom that was seemingly destined to haunt him for the remainder of his days.
He frowned and remained rooted to the path. No powers - that was a serious blemish in the rumor pool. This dragon had amazingly unique capabilities, Scorch had seen it first hand. He remembered the complete and utter feeling of helplessness and despair. He remembered those white eyes and burning chains.
The constant torment of the drake he couldn't think to match was crippling him, more so than anything he'd ever experienced at the hands of Spyro or his other peers. At least they'd earned their power, but where did this drake even come from? He was always going on about how he couldn't remember anything - how he had no bearing on the capabilities he clearly possessed.
How could one wield such force yet be so blind and ignorant to the vast possibilities? Another snarl broke free, several cheetahs eyeing him cautiously as they passed. The drake just smirked at them knowingly, exposing his wicked teeth. They flinched and condemned him before pressing on down the path with heightened purpose.
"That's what I thought…" he scoffed before dragging his tongue against his fangs, some of which still greatly damaged from the aforementioned encounter. Luckily, dragons had the ability to replace busted teeth, something he was urgently pleading with his body to take care of.
As far as he was aware, the Council was still in session to decide Arus's fate. Scorch's metallic eyes drifted up, focusing in on the large, circular dome that served as the audience chamber. While he found himself wishing a deserved death upon the one who so egregiously wronged him, he was surprised to feel a rapid change of heart from within.
He took immense pride in his abilities. Fire dragons were respected far and wide for the power and ferocity they could wield in battle. They were always looked upon as the greatest saviors and warriors of their race, outside of freaks of nature like Spyro and his mate. It was something that led to the rivalry between the flame drakes and their more earth bound cousins as well.
Earth dragons were stubborn and also quite proud of their abilities, and the two elementally divided conclaves had scuffled on numerous occasions over the years. He considered Terradon his greatest rival, just as his grandfather Terrador once considered Ignitus his greatest rival.
Of course, the two eventually grew to be close friends and world famous leaders, but he saw no such future between himself and Terradon.
He snorted eagerly before rounding along the pathway, coming close to the northern entrance of the audience chamber with each step. They were both fighters, though they displayed it in different ways. Scorch would do anything to win a fight, even if it meant going for the low blow. Terradon? He was stubborn and rooted in tradition like most of his kind. He believed in fair - honorable play.
Scorch snickered lowly as he pressed onward, noticing a rather thick throng of individuals gathering around the base of the immense stairs leading up to the circular dome. One day, he was completely convinced - that honor bound nonsense was going to get the umber drake killed gruesomely.
Silver eyes flashed as his neck arched, noting the mass of Alliance members growing denser as they clustered around what appeared to be several specific individuals.
Scorch's head tilted as he took greater interest, gaze turning up to see Hunter and Volteer locked in conversation at the crest of the steps. The private meeting must have come to a close, and the fire drake was eager to discover the results.
No sooner had he approached, Scorch's presence was felt, the crowd slowly starting to split for him, numerous eyes narrowed and tempered in caution. He could only smirk at the reputation he'd earned. Those feelings of pride slowly started to melt away as he noticed both Terradon and Arus standing in the middle of the throng, the Earth drake's eyes meeting Scorch's like a magnet.
Arus made no visible motions to notice him, something Scorch took to heart as he aggressively approached the pair, Terradon quickly separating him from Arus with the bulk of his tail. While Scorch's condition was still optimally sub-par, Terradon couldn't help but be impressed with his endurance given the circumstances.
"Come on Scorch, not now, the Council has already made a ruling."
"Obviously, and I take it he's being allowed to go free."
Arus smiled halfheartedly while Terradon rubbed the side of his neck. "Well, not exactly…"
Scorch stared at the umber drake, raising one eye ridge. "Oh? So … he is to be put to death?"
"Nope, not that either."
"Well for fucks sake Terradon just tell me!" bellowed Scorch in annoyance.
"I'm banished." answered Arus casually, the crimson drake's orbs responding in regal surprise before rolling his shoulder blades.
"Banished - huh, well … that works for me I guess. Will give me more time to prepare."
"Prepare for what?" questioned Terradon with an exasperated sigh, stone orbs screaming bothered confusion.
Scorch only smirked to himself before eyeing Arus confidently, silver stare clashing with sapphire. "For when he eventually returns."
Arus blinked while Terradon took a hesitant breath, the crowd around them having gone silent in order to take in the potentially volatile confrontation.
"I told you, I'm banished, I'm never allowed to come back here. Or - to settle in any Alliance controlled territory." responded the shadowy drake with a focused demeanor.
Scorch laughed before inching closer, causing Terradon to do the same.
"No, you'll be back eventually. You see, power such as yours … the power I saw. A power like that can not stay hidden for long. Eventually, you will be forced to use it again, and when that day comes - this Alliance - will have a need for you."
Arus was slightly taken aback, wings folding rigidly as his paws shuffled, the crescent shaped blade of his tail tapping against the cobblestone path. Terradon was also surprised by such a statement, as he wasn't used to seeing Scorch respectfully address anyone. Granted, different levels of respect did exist.
"I don't know what I am … I will never go anywhere near a civilized place again until I do." responded Arus coldly , Terradon sighing in disappointment at such sour words.
"Yes I get all that … trust me, I'm the one who found out full freaking force just what you can do, and believe me, it's something that can change this world. However, power can be tempered, even by the likes of you."
Arus let his shoulders push upwards, coming eye level with the crimson drake before nodding firmly, many in the crowd already speaking in hushed whispers. Had to admire Scorch's ability to both compliment and insult in one statement.
"Don't mistake me Arus, the moment you do come back here, I want a rematch, and this time with no strings attached. Just you, me and the arena. There, I will prove to everyone just how strong I really am. I'm going to beat that stupid look off your face and put you in a place proper for your type. Remember that."
Arus couldn't help but smile while Terradon released a heavy gasp of relief, Scorch issuing a small nod to his earth rival as well before turning tail and proceeding back the way he came. Arus let his teeth click together before stretching his limbs, chest filling with vigorous breath as he called after him.
"I look forward to it, Scorch."
The crimson just half-smirked to himself before proceeding away, content with the fact that he'd get to make a public display of this upstart. Until then, he'd have to focus all his attention and free time towards honing his abilities. He wasn't quite sure if issuing such a challenge was the intelligent thing to do after the beating he'd received, but one way or another, it would be the perfect test for his ascending skills.
Terradon just stared after the crimson drake, gray orbs eventually turning on Arus, the drake still having a rather silly looking smirk plastered against his features. The umber forcefully poked him with a wing knuckle, causing the scarred dragon to eye him quizzically.
"By the Ancestors … you are something else."
Arus snorted, wings peeling backwards. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"First Cynder, now Scorch, the two most vicious and vengeful dragons I know … and you've starred them both down. Nothing can touch you now, you know that?"
"I doubt it ...while I may not have come to blows with Cynder, I did almost kill Scorch, I wouldn't say these achievements were a sterling success."
"True, but do you know what it takes to earn an ambitious drake like Scorch's respect? He may still want to kill you ...but hell, at least it will be on neutral terms. That's more than most get out of him."
Arus just wavered his head, blinking and querying himself silently, not quite sure if he needed that kind of respect.
"Besides," continued Terradon, "I saw the look on your face. You're just as itching to fight as he is. I'd say both of you really want to test your limits."
Arus smiled at that. "Of course, I believe any dragon would want that - otherwise what's the point of harnessing our powers?"
Terradon nodded and returned the gesture. "Indeed, perhaps I will get the chance to do the same with you someday."
"If, by some miracle I'm ever allowed to return."
"Well," gasped Terradon. "Scorch did have a point. Your abilities are quite unique. I would not be surprised one day if they decided to fully revoke the sentence and pardon you. Provided you behave yourself out there."
Arus crooned and closed his eyes. "Perhaps, but I'm just gonna take things one step at a time. Just having a chance is enough for now."
"Indeed, but on that note, what do you say we go find Korryana. I don't believe the two of you ever really got a proper introduction."
The darker drake nodded and followed his companion. "If she can do anything about these rotten blisters then I don't care how stuck up she is."
"Well … be careful what you wish for."
Spyro rested on his haunches silently, Cynder at his side. The only ones present in the chamber at this point were himself, his mate, Terrador, Cyril and Ignitus.
"I still don't think that was a wise choice." hissed Cyril.
"Do you ever?" scoffed Terrador, the learned earth drake chortling deeply.
"It was the only choice to be made" answered Ignitus, noble frame glowing with soft hues. Odds were everyone in the room still found it quite the discomfort not seeing him in his mortal, reddish hues.
"Arus has the right to live, what he chooses to do from this point forward will be the true determining factor in this decision. Either way, he has his own path to follow and destiny to fulfill. One that remains hidden from our sights." he stated coolly.
Cyril only hummed before observing the previous Guardian of Fire. "Even at the sake of our own world's destiny, yes?"
Ignitus inhaled deeply, eyes closing as he allowed his mind to gradually settle. "Nothing is ever certain Cyril - we must learn to look between the spaces and allow our minds to truly comprehend the meaning of 'destiny'."
The Ice drake huffed before letting his head swing around opposite, clearly still irked by the entire ordeal. Terrador steadily pressed forward, coming up alongside Ignitus.
"I believe we could possibly have bigger issues then Arus. I know it's not your place anymore Ignitus, you have no obligation to hear or advise us on our problems. I can understand if this is as far as you can interfere in our realm."
The Chronicler offered the earth drake a content smile before turning to face the group reassuringly. "I will always be here for those I call my family. I may have a different slate of obligations now, but that doesn't mean I will abandon them. Though of course, I have limitations."
Spyro grinned openly before lifting himself. "Yes, you will have all the time in the world to pour over endless records and pages of ancient philosophy, I think you can spare a few measly minutes for us mortal creatures."
"Depends how interesting the volume is, I have to admit that most are quite dull - my mind could always use the distraction."
Cynder gave what amounted to a rare laugh on her part, though she repressed it greatly. Spyro nodded to his mentor before Terrador broke rank. "We've been receiving troubling reports from up north Ignitus, it would seem, the pass has been breached."
The cyan hued sage let his eyes widen a tad before turning towards Cyril. "What of the Towers?"
The frigid scholar rose and slipped forward as only he could. "They were resupplied six months ago and a new Sub-Guardian was placed in command. Needless to say, I don't think she's setting any records on the standard of accomplishments."
"Really?," questioned Ignitus, "That's strange, if my memory serves correctly, Tovah was placed in charge of the Torid Towers. She is quite the gifted young draken."
"Indeed, but unfortunately, I think she's inherited a particular disposition from 'you know who'." chuckled Spyro. Cynder scoffed and shook her head in annoyed remembrance.
"I never got along with her, she was always distracted by the most asinine of things. Volteer is bad, but she takes it to a whole new level. At least when you tell Volteer to get serious he'll do it, but she just thinks she's above it all." stated the ebony draken with innate distaste.
Terrador offered a nod in agreement, though he didn't look at her. "She has a point, Tovah has made a very distinct habit of ignoring the orders of the Council. Now we have reports of wolves moving south into mole territories, pillaging and even murdering."
"Murder? The wolves may be a rather primitive and unruly lot, but they do have a roughened manner of code. They've been led by a highly respected, at least by their standards, Alpha for some amount of years now." added Cyril.
Ignitus scratched his chin slowly before turning to Cyril. "Yes, but if I recall my studies, older Alphas are much more prone to having their rules and traditions violated by younger upstarts. It is very possible that one of the Packs has broken rank."
Terrador grimaced and let one of his paws pound the stone floor. "That is unacceptable. If news of more mole deaths breaks out you can be certain Sampson will want an appropriate response."
"We can't go to war with them. Balance is already too delicate between the other races as it is, and they are well known masters of elongated skirmishes. No, this has to be dealt with quietly and with tact." stated Spyro firmly.
Ignitus nodded in agreement, others giving their own manner of approvals as well. "Agreed, you have learned much Spyro, this is a matter of critical importance, even if it's on the other side of the continent. In the end, we are all creatures of the planet."
Terrador tilted his head some, Cyril groaning as he accepted where Ignitus was going next.
"Is their trouble elsewhere as well?" inquired Cynder, her frame resting at the base of one of the podiums.
Ignitus frowned before staring upwards through the darkening skylight. "I'm afraid so my friends. In Warfang."
"Warfang? Please Ignitus, this doesn't have anything to do with Zacharah does it?" asked Cyril with a combative stare.
Terrador hummed before turning towards his brother in counsel. "You have to admit Cyril, he's become quite reclusive lately, and if I recall, he was also at the forefront of having Tovah installed as caretaker of Torid Towers. That's something we can't just dismiss out of paw."
"Indeed," whispered Ignitus, "It is a troubling trend. Zacharah is so gifted, but I feel something stirring out of our immediate sights. With the many issues troubling the Lion Prides, I feel the situation could be taken advantage of."
"Oh nonsense!" snorted Cyril, "You dare accuse my own kin of such treason? He has been a loyal member of our Alliance for years, and perhaps the most gifted Ice dragon of our generation!"
"We're all aware of his reputation Cyril," interrupted Spyro, Cynder sliding up to his side gracefully, "But we can't allow any personal connections to cloud our judgments and inquiries. The facts simply align with the situation. It's worth following up on, I'm certain."
Cyril frown again before turning his back on the group, his pride obviously receiving the brunt of the truthful assault. Spyro just shook his head before turning towards Ignitus - Terrador taking a deep breath.
"Terradon will be returning to Drago Academy tomorrow. Perhaps we can have him follow up with Flame and ensure that Zacharah is serving the city properly as Magistrate. It will do well to clear up any foul air."
Ignitus raised one brow before nodding firmly. "I leave such matters to you my friends, nobody is better qualified to handle them. Just remember always what we strive for: a world where all can equally coexist and benefit through mutual understanding."
Everyone nodded in agreement, Cyril even taking time off from licking his invisible wounds to concur. Ignitus bowed softly, the hourglass trinket around his neck beginning to audibly pulse.
"Very well then, that only leaves the matter of who to send north. We need a proper emissary to make contact with the Alpha of Savage Gorge."
Terrador and Cyril nodded before Spyro hummed to himself, violet orbs slowly drifting to his left and making contact with Cynder. The ebony draken only staring back quietly.
"What?" she asked obtusely.
Ignitus smiled while tilting his head. "Yes, I can't think of a better choice."
A/N: Once again much longer wait then I wanted, but I still fully intend on getting this all out. Most of the story is finished, just a lot of editing that needs to be done. Either way I hope I can get back to posting things much faster now that I'm settled in a new place. Hope everyone enjoys!
My Characters: Arus, Silas, Terradon, Scorch, Silver Female (no name yet)