A/N: Well, here's yet another piece of work for you guys to see. This one is actually kinda interesting; lol it all began as a small sentence for the word prompt i started with my girlfriend, soon it became a paragraph, and now it's three page's worth of a one-shot. I have to admit i was inspired by another scene of a different series, but let's see if you guys can find out which scene that is. ;).

Enjoy...

Laying – Many say that everything is fun and games until somebody gets hurt, but in this instant, Spyro thought that perhaps he could have a little entertainment.

The two dragons had been playing in the open plain for a while now. The beautiful and endless field covered in high-grass was the perfect place for playing, and for having fun. The sky was as clear and perfect as a polished silver plate; not a single cloud in sight.

It was then when the two dragons spotted the herd of wild Thumpers –an aggressive creature of large size, with a bulky furred torso and the head of a rabbit. Spyro and Cynder noticed that the creatures came to a full stop as they started to graze about in a drop in the plains. This small levelling in the fields was but a few yards from the dragons.

"Wow," Cynder spoke in a bewildered tone as she and Spyro looked at each other. "I would have never imagined myself so close to a wild herd of these creatures." Spyro looked to the Thumpers, talking a few steps towards them. Cynder felt a slight sense of fear as he noticed her purple companion had moved closer to the creatures, but quickly joined him in the approach. "I thought the feline clans had already eliminated them all."

"Guess not," the purple dragon responded, as he took further steps forward.

The dragons were quickly at the brink of the slight drop when the Thumpers became aware of their presence. The creatures stared at Spyro and Cynder with cautious eyes and slight growls. As the face to face tension became even more, the purple saviour had a sudden and frivolous urge. At first he started to chuckle from the idea, but suddenly this urge of his was too much to bear. He looked to Cynder with a wicked eye, and smiled at her teasingly.

"Well come on, follow me!" The male dragon abruptly dashed towards the large creatures with nothing but that large crazed smile. Cynder's eyes went wide as she saw the purple dragon running forward in his bizarre charge. For a moment everything became slower, and she could pay attention to each and every detail that happened about her. The dragon moved ahead, kicking dust up in his run and laughing in a slightly crazed manner. The creatures no longer stayed in their position, but stepped back menacingly and shrieked in a hazardous manner.

"Spyro!" Cynder shouted instinctively as she took a cautious step ahead; it had been to late though. The buck Thumper of the herd had already rushed forward, and was running at Spyro in full speed. The creature's feet crashed hard upon the floor as it came in the direction of the purple dragon, but Spyro did not worry one bit. As he came but a yard from the large buck, he bent his hind knees; and with a quick reaction of his strong muscles, he burst straight up and above the beast. For a moment Cynder gasped, but as she saw the dragon fall behind the large of the creatures, she cocked her head to the side. With the large buck out of the way, the other Thumpers began to scram to all sides in fear. The purple dragon burst into a full and joyous laughter as the buck began to turn his heavy body.

"Come, Cyn!" the dragon shouted once more. "It's fun!" As the buck came to a full turn, he began to charge towards Spyro again. The dragon looked back at the thing, but then began to run at full speed. The black dragoness began to chuckle softly, as she saw Spyro running away from the berserk buck at full speed. Spyro's strong and agile body aided him in getting away from the larger beast in no time. Once Spyro was far from the buck's charging range, he paid attention to the other cow Thumpers. These creatures had scattered in small groups of three, but were slowly attempting to return to the large buck.

"Oh no you don't!" Spyro laughed as he ran towards one of the small groups, and scattered them even more.

At first Cynder hesitant, but soon she joined Spyro's eccentric and partially dangerous game. She ran about with the purple dragon, dodging the large and angered Thumper as well as scaring away the others of this kind. It was then, when Spyro and Cynder were fully at play that the purple dragon became bolder. He came running towards the large buck from an angle, and before the creature could foresee him, the male had jumped up on the creature. The Thumper became wilder, and began to thrash about in pure rage. Spyro held on with all his strength as the Thumper tossed him about like a ragdoll. Cynder watched the male dragon and laughed. It was rather humorous to see the saviour of the world being thrown from one place to another on the large beast's back. As Spyro was tossed from one place to another while holding on to the buck, yet another mischievous thought came to his mind.

Perhaps it was time to play a small trick on Cynder...

Spyro prepared himself for the little practical joke, and quickly put it to action. First the purple dragon made sure that Cynder was paying full attention to him. The dragon eyed back to her to make sure that she stared at him from the tip of her clawed toes. At last, and risking his own pelt, the dragon made it appear as if his grip had 'accidentally' come lose. The dragon yelped only to make the act of him crashing to the ground more frightful. Dust kicked up as he landed on a patch of tall grass, and the beast nearly stepped over his head, had it not been for his quick reflexes.

The female was quick to fall into an immense feeling of panic. The dragoness' eyes grew wide, and he jaw dropped as he saw the purple dragon go down hard on the floor. For a moment she stood still, watching as the beast distanced himself from her dragon companion; but as the time slowly ticked, the dragoness noted that he did not move. Cynder began to run towards Spyro; fear had caused a knot to appear in her throat.

'No,' she simply thought. 'Spyro can't be injured truly...' Her pace only quickened as she thought of the many things that could have happened to him. The dragon could have broken his back, or perhaps the beast could have shattered his skull with a powerful kick from its hind legs. The lack of view caused by the tall grass covering the male did not help ease Cynder either.

As the female finally came the Spyro's side she noted that the male only trembled, but did nothing else. The dragoness gasped silently as she moved to turn Spyro around. She used all her force to turn the male about, but as she did she saw something she was not waiting for. The dragon was laughing; he was in a full and heavy laughter at that. Cynder cocked her head to the side as she watched as Spyro chuckled with such strength that it appeared he was at the verge of laughing himself to death. He smiled at Cynder the moment he ceased, and softly ran his claw across her jawline.

"Gotcha..." he softly chuckled, as his paw slowly came back down to his chest. As Spyro stared at Cynder with his goofy-looking smile, the dragoness felt a strange set of feeling come to her. First she felt deep embarrassment, but quickly after she had an urge to laugh with him. But before this came to happen, a slight sense of anger came to her. She scowled at him, glaring with steady eyes. They both remained still, until Spyro's laughter died down.

"You scared me to death!" the female shouted, as a small tear fell down her face from all the emotions taking over. "I... I thought you were injured... or even worse, Spyro! Even worse!" More tears came down Cynder's face, and Spyro cocked his head to the side.

"I can't lose you!" she shouted, opening herself once more. "I... I simply can't." Quietness took a hold of the moment once again as the two dragons stood still. The thumpers had left the two dragons to be, but even if that wouldn't have been so, nothing would have frozen this moment for Spyro and Cynder. The dragoness sniffed, as another tear ran down her face.

"You... couldn't?" Spyro asked her in a soft and estranged tone.

"Of course I couldn't," Cynder remarked as she slowly calmed down. "You're the only creature in this world that I can trust... and the only one I can love without feeling bad about it." Spyro blushed softly, as this truth came from Cynder. He quickly rose up, supporting himself with his back, and licked her on the tip of her nose. Cynder tensed up, and gazed at the male with trembling eyes. Her heart began to beat much faster, and she blushed deeply.

"Then don't worry," Spyro responded. "I promise you will never lose me." He smiled. "I truly do."

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