A/N: TY again Given-Inside for all your hard work in helping me... i could not di it without you :)
Chapter 3- Meetings:
The couple looked into the house as he opened the door; a small and dirty living room was presented to them. "Here it is," said Blaze under his breath. "A small comfortable home for a couple." The Scarlet dragon began to point out at several items as he walked in. "This is the living room." He pointed to a staircase present at their flank. "Upstairs are the bedrooms." The host casually walked towards another room across followed by the young dragons. The living room was well crowded by furniture and fairly old family heirlooms. Cynder noticed as they passed by that the center piece of the room was nothing more then a small wood table with a few picture frames on it. They passed through the doorframe and entered a kitchen which had several cutting tables and a small wood-fire cooking range. A low table stood in the corner of the room where several candles were placed on the top of its surface to illuminate it. Blaze looked around as if looking for someone when out of the backdoor came in a baby blue colored dragoness. She had a very elegant body figure and a beautiful face, and her horns were curled slightly like Cynder's, but were four pairs of horns instead of Cynder's three. The dragoness walked through holding a small clay bowl she had gotten from outside in her mouth when she noticed the three dragons. She set the bowl on a counter and then walked over to Blaze, passionately kissing him on his lips; a soft moan escaped her throat as she did so.
"Hey Blaze," cooed the blue dragoness after the kiss.
"How are you Frost?" responded Blaze. She walked over to the counters again and scanned their surface, spotting a small piece of grime laying on the corners of one of the flattops. She tisked and walked over to a counter beside her. She grabbed a hand knit towel that was hanging on a bar right below the tabletop with her paw, and returned to the nuisance.
"Good," said the dragoness as soon as she finished cleaning the counter. "And how was work?"
"It was okay." Blaze walked over to her and took the towel from her hands, kissing the dragoness on the lips again. He paced over to return the piece of cloth. "Just a hard and long day." The dragoness walked over to him again and rubbed the side of her head against the scarlet dragon's neck. Both Spyro and Cynder smiled as they witnessed this type of affection. Spyro placed his paw over Cynder's as they continued to look at the adorable scene. Frost's gaze switched over to the two visitors and smiled.
"And what are you two doing here?" asked Frost. She approached them as Spyro and Cynder nodded softly in salute. "Hey Spyro." She showed a wide smile welcoming them in. "Hi Cynder." She then turned over to her love and gave a questioning expression. "And what brings these two here?"
"I kinda invited them to have dinner with us," explained Blaze. "They had nowhere to go to eat and well, Cynder was hungry." Blaze rubbed the back of his head with his left paw as Frost glared at him.
"Well Blaze," frowned Frost. "You know that we don't have much food right now." Blaze returned the frown and looked back at the pair who sat there quietly. The scarlet dragon suddenly felt humiliated.
"I'm sure we can get something more to eat, right?" The dragon looked back at his lover and sighed. Giving a sigh, Frost turned over to look at the bowl she had brought; several fruits and vegetable's were the contents inside of it. She picked up a carrot and placed it on the counter, cutting the carrot with her claw and turning the earth root into mere slices.
"I guess," murmured Frost. Spyro looked over to the two. Frost showed a look of concern and worry; she knew they could not afford more hungry mouths. As he looked over to Blaze, Spyro noticed that he had a look of shame on his face. The purple dragon knew that Frost felt bad over this. In one act of kindness to his friends, Blaze had managed to get himself into trouble. At that moment Spyro decided to do what he thought was best to do.
"You know what?" spoke the purple dragon. "I'm really not too hungry right now. I can pass on dinner." He twitched his tail as he finished saying this. I can stand a day without eating, thought Spyro to his own hungry stomach. Cynder's attention turned over to Spyro. A new look of worry for him became visible on her face. "Just feed Cynder," Spyro finished saying. Blaze raised an eye ridge in question.
"You sure?" he offered. "We can give you food."
"No Thank you," Repeated Spyro. "I'm fine, really." Blaze stood quiet for a second waiting for Spyro to change his mind, but once he noticed that the purple dragon would not, he turned back to Frost. "Okay, Frost, just make food for us three. Spyro won't eat." Frost nodded and went forth with cooking. Cynder who had been looking at Spyro the entire time gloomed. She looked over to Blaze.
"Hey Blaze, can Spyro and I go outside for a second?" She wrapped her tail around his. "I need to take a quick breath of fresh air with him." Blaze nodded as Cynder quickly dragged Spyro out of the room and into the street. They came to a stop just outside of the house. Cynder turned to look at Spyro. "Why are you not eating?"
"Have you not noticed that Blaze and Frost can barely feed themselves?" questioned Spyro. Cynder looked down, but only to get her head brought up again by Spyro's muzzle.
"But Spyro, you have not eaten since yesterday's lunch." She put her paw on his "Last night, the guardians did not have enough for all of us so you offered yourself then. We did not have breakfast or lunch, and now this?" Spyro worryingly smiled, she was right. "How about I don't eat; have my dinner." Spyro shook his head violently, rejecting the idea.
"No." Spyro lifted Cynder's paw to cradle it on his own "You can't miss your dinner. You're a growing dragoness and you need the energy to grow as best as you can."
"And why can you?" protested Cynder. "Look at you! You're starving!" Cynder began to lose her emotions again but Spyro did not let it happen. He grabbed her paw tightly and got closer to her. The purple male rubbed his neck against the black dragonesses.
"What worries you so much? I'm ok."
"Spyro, this cannot be healthy at all. I can promise you that. You need to eat." She pulled away from Spyro to look him straight forwards.
"Cyn, look. You need it more then I do. What if you want to have children some day? You need a healthy body for that." A cold shiver ran down her back as she heard him say these words.
Am I at that age? She asked herself. She quickly shook the though away, knowing now was not the time. She sighed and submitted
"Fine, I'll eat," pouted Cynder. She grumbled softly as Spyro smiled with a satisfaction of victory. She noticed his pride and childishly stuck her tongue out at him.
"Well ok, let's get back to Blaze's home," said Spyro as he turned back to the house. Cynder came to his side and Spyro put his wing around her, pulling her closer to himself. He brought her closer and closer until he made sure their hips were bumping together. Cynder let out a soft groan as Spyro took her as the victory prize for winning the argument with her.
"You know," she groaned "I'm not going to let you get away with any more like this one, especially when it's something considering your health." Spyro grinned mischievously.
"I know,"
The dragoness snickered "I do need my strong dragon anyways," she said "Not just any weak whelp." She walked forward taking Spyro along with her.
"One question," said the purple savior.
"And what is that?" asked the black dragoness.
"Do you think I'm a weak whelp right now?" Spyro chuckled softly. Cynder turned her head to ponder on the question, and to find a snappy comeback.
"Well," she said slowly. She suddenly sensed a dark feeling around her; her natural binding to the shadows sounding alarm. She turned to look around to the small street in front of them. Her eyes scanned in panic to see what had caught attention to her senses.
"Cyn... You never answered," chuckled Spyro. Cynder's eyes suddenly turned to a small space in between two houses in front of them. In the shadows of this space stood a dragon. The dragoness was instantly caught the bizarre fact that this dragon was of a white color. It was snow white. She looked up to his eyes to notice that not only were they looking at her with aggression, but were of a blood red color.
"Cyn?" asked Spyro as he noticed that her attention on him was gone.
Cynder and the dragon looked at each other eye to eye momentarily. As she continued to stare at his mesmerizing eyes, a shiver ran down her back. Something told her he was not there for good intentions. Suddenly the dragon turned and walked away. Cynder fell into curiosity's hands as she saw him wonder off in his own path.
Was he looking at me? The dragoness rhetorically asked herself. Spyro could not take the silence any longer and huffed.
"Cynder... this isn't funny what's wrong?" Spyro turned to look back to where she was looking, too. Noticing nothing estranged Spyro. "What are you looking at?" asked the purple dragon. Cynder blinked as she had noticed she had spaced out on the spot the dragon had been in. She shook her head and turned back to Spyro.
"Oh… nothing really," the dragoness lied. "Come on. lets go back in." Cynder turned back to the direction of the house. She put her wing around him, guiding him back to the house.
"Sure, ok," said the purple dragon still concerned. He looked back to Cynder and smiled as they went back into the small living room.
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As the pale dragon headed out of the alleyway he raised a dark grin.
Just as Guidel had provisioned, he thought. He continued out of the alleyway, and into a larger street, sinking into the large wave of felines and other small creatures crowding the area. Being not only a dragon, but one of the color of snow made him stick out like a sore thumb. The white dragon progressed through the street, sometimes shoving when he needed to get through. The purple one is here. Enemy blood roams near, as Guidel had said. As he went through the street he spotted two city guards speaking to some locals. They held a pile of wanted signs with his face on them, and the necessities to paste them all over the city. As he got closer he noticed that one of the two held one of them out to their audients. The sign read:
WANTED
The white dragon looked down below at the charcoal drawing of himself and spotted more writing.
DISCRIPTION:
1. PALE WHITE MALE DRAGON
2. RED EYES
3. GRAY CLAWS
SEARCHED FOR:
1. SEVERAL CLAIMS OF STEALING AND AGGRESSIVE ACTION TOWARDS CIVILIANS
2. POTENTUAL RISK TO SOCIETY
As the dragon began to cut by two stands of fruits and other eatable goods that were on sale, he noticed that one of the creatures hearing the guards speak suddenly turned his direction and pointed.
Shit he thought. Instantly the dragon sunk under the stands to take himself out of view. He looked under the wheels of the stand to notice that the guards where also looking in his direction. If I'm caught it could cost us all greatly. He noticedone of the guards begin to talk to the other one in a soft whisper. The guard hearing began to approach the stands cautiously, pulling out his blade.
Suddenly a piercing shriek was heard from somewhere beyond the street. The white dragon's attention turned toward the scream, only to spot a large fire in the midst of the street burning up several stands, leaving nothing more then mere ashes. The guards turned to the disaster and ran into action; leaving the chaos as an advantage for the dragon in hiding to escape. He stood up as the crowds all ran to the area of risk and continued to walk through the street until he hit another alleyway.
I owe you one Guidel thought the white dragon with a smirk, shaking his head softly from side to side. The dragon then approached a door at the end of the alley. As he went to open the door, he noticed a silhuette of a dragon seen on one of the roof around the narrow spot. The white dragon watched as the figure jumped from roof to roof untill it was of top of the building the white dragon was entering. The white dragon entered and took a deep breath as he looked at the environment. He noticed the walls where old, dusty, and full of mold. Several small candles hung in the room, leaving just enough light to barely see once night came. Cobwebs hung all over the ceiling and anywhere the wall would meet it. He looked down and sighed. This was home to him. He walked over to a small dirty couch in the middle of the trash placed all over the floor and laid on it. As the white dragon began to get comfortable there, he heard a metal door open and slam closed in the top level of the building. Next thing he heard was a shout from a dragon.
"Synapse! You almost got yourself captured!" The white dragon, Synapse, heard as the other one began to walk down an old set of stairs, making a loud creaks with each step he took. The dragon, a crimson colored one, came forward, growling aggressively at the white dragon. "And where are your evading skills?" Synapse chuckled loudly as he placed the side of his head to the couch's arm.
"It's good to see you too Guidel," responded Synapse turning his chuckles into laughter.
"You better shut that albino mouth of yours!" shouted Guidel as he whipped his head close to him. Synapse twitched and jumped back slightly deeper into the couch afraid of his aggravated companion. "If it wasn't for me you would be in the hands of those two cats!" Synapse sunk his head into the corner of the couch to protect himself better.
"Relax ok?" Synapse said softly. The crimson dragon backed away from the white dragon, giving him space. Synapse raised his head from the couch feeling slightly safer with the comfort room Guidel had given him. "Anyways, if I was captured I would have probably been let go like I have been many times before," explained the albino dragon "No information about the organization would have been discovered." Guidel once more thrust his chest forward to intimidate Synapse. The snow white dragon sunk his head under the couch for safety.
"Yeah!" shouted the crimson dragon. "And if information had been leaked and I found out about it, I would personally have gone to your prison cell and cut off that small object you like to call your male instrument!" Synapse suddenly growled at him, shooting his head up.
"I swear if you hurt me I kill you!" shouted Synapse. Guidel suddenly relaxed feeling that he had been to aggressive on his companion. He chuckled and put out his hand.
"And how are you planning to kill me?" asked Guidel curiously. Synapse remained quiet for a second admitting defeat. "I see," chuckled Guidel. He then walked off to look at a dust covered picture frame that hung slanted on a wall. He calmly spoke again. "You do what I asked you to do?" Synapse nodded softly as Guidel began to slowly take some dust off from the wooden edges of the frame with his longest claw.
"I did," said Guidel "He was there with a black one." Guidel snapped his head back at Synapse causing the white dragon to slightly twitch.
"Was she female?" Guidel asked. He turned towards Synapse, knocking the frame over with his wing by accident. The crimson dragon looked down at the shards of glass now on the ground and growled worriedly.
"Yeah, she's female." The white dragon began to feel uncomfortable on the sofa and decided to get off. He stood up and after he jumped off he stretched his entire body. Guidel walked back over to Synapse and looked at him as he finished stretching.
"Hmm so my predictions where correct," he said. The crimson dragon looked down to ponder a little "This dragoness I can see as trouble, but our plan can still proceed." Guidel looked up to a crack in the wall. A small beam of light shot from it and into their faces. He sighed and ignored it.
"Yes," said Synapse agreeing with him.
"We must organize a meeting with the others soon," finished Guidel.
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The dinner set up at Blaze's house was nothing too fascinating, but it sure was homey, and warm. In front of Cynder remained a plate on the small table there was. The contents on the plate where a half eaten potato, some sort of flat bread, and a tiny remaining of what was a salted piece of meat. All of these feline created foods sat as Cynder calmly enjoyed the conversation that they were all having with Frost and her mate Blaze.
"Heh, remember the first time we had met each other?" asked Blaze warmly satisfied by the meal. Spyro and Cynder smiled softly.
"Yeah," answered Spyro. "You guys were in that fire we had stopped." Spyro frowned as he remembered the scene. "You and Frost lost everything." He then looked up smiling worriedly "At least we were able to get you two a new home and the best job we could get." Blaze chuckled festively as if he had not held any remorse
"That does not matter," said Blaze "As long as we still have our lives we should always smile." He smiled and looked over to Frost who did the same. He bent over to her to kiss her on the cheek. He then turned back to Spyro and Cynder. The scarlet dragon brought up a grin as he noticed Cynder had awed at them for the scene of affection. "Being alive every day in itself is a miracle." Spyro and Cynder nodded in agreement.
"Yes that is true," remarked Cynder. She then placed her paw on Spyro's lovingly. The black dragoness then began to slowly run her paw up and down, from Spyro's forearm, to the tip of his claws. Spyro gulped a little nervous from her affection. "Also to have loved ones at your side is a gift." Blaze nodded in agreement as well.
"That's true," said Frost. "Not only loved ones, but people like you two." Spyro cocked his head in question not understanding what she had meant. Blaze noticed his quizzical expresion.
"Heroes Spyro," explained Blaze "are grand things. You are the ones to bring peace, to sacrifice yourselves for freedom." The scarlet dragon grabbed onto the table and propped himself up on two legs as he continued his speech "You are great. You are the ones paying for the freedom of not only yourselves but everyone around." Blaze had become too riled up so Frost tugged back on his tail a little, sending the signal for him to relax. Blaze sat down on his table doing what Frost had speechlessly requested. "We all owe you big thanks." Spyro smiled but felt uncomfortable about the fact that they were praising him in that way. He decided to change the subject.
"Yeah, but hey I want to know something," said Spyro. Blaze nodded.
"And what's that?" asked Blaze.
"You guys have lived together for a while, have you two considered Children?" At this question both Blaze and Frost blushed deeply. The question was a very intimate one in a way.
"Well," explained Frost. "We are in a way, but we are waiting for better days." Blaze came closer to the baby blue dragonesses' side and cuddled the side of his head to her neck.
"Yes," agreed Blaze. "We are trying to also save up to be able to feed it and give it a good life."
"Oh, I see," said Cynder trying to come into the conversation. She looked over to Spyro who sat aside her. Heh, the child question... Spyro you are bold thought Cynder grinning.
"Well seems understandable," said Spyro. As Cynder began to concentrate on his companion, a deep question came into thought. Are we going to have children? She shook her head roughly to take the idea out of her mind. It was not the time to think about this. The black dragoness suddenly noticed how Spyro was looking down at the little bits of food Cynder had left on her plate with much desire. Besides the fact that he had called for this sacrifice on himself he was still creature. He felt natures need to stay well fed and Cynder knew this. The black dragoness suddenly decided to find a way to get food to him without the hosts knowing he had been sacrificing himself on their name. Cynder was full right now anyway and knew Spyro would be glad to eat. She figured a way rather quickly.
"Hey Spyro." Spyro turned his attention to his companion wondering what she wanted. "I think you should try this even if you are full," said Cynder signaling Spyro. "It's real good and it would be a shame if you did not try it." The purple dragon chuckled figuring that Cynder had seen his eyes.
She knows me too well thought Spyro.
"Are you sure you don't want to just have the rest all by yourself?" asked Spyro. Cynder shook her head with a sweet smile.
"No," she cooed. "I am pretty full already and I don't want this good food to go to waste." She then began to rub his forearm again. "I'm sure you can open up with some space for food," she said batting her eyes. Spyro first gulped nervously at the fact that Cynder was petting him again, but then nodded in agreement.
"Fine, I'll try some," he said. Cynder pushed the plate in front of him with her snout.
"Have the rest, please," said Cynder. She then looked back to Blaze and Frost to see if they had caught any suspicious activity. To her relief they had not. The couple had been two busy cuddling together and minding their own to detect anything out of the usual. Cynder shot a grin at the two and they smiled back. As the dragoness looked back to Spyro she noticed that he had already eaten all the food that had been there. Wow Spyro you were hungry.
"Mmh! Good stuff you two!" said Spyro still chewing on a little of the salted meat.
"Yeah," Blaze assured. "It's one of the reasons I want to marry Frost." He pecked Frost on the lips again creating a smooch noise. "Her cooking is from the gods. I think she's actually an angel or something," the scarlet dragon explained while Spyro finished taking down the food as Blaze continued. "I think she was a gods' cook and got stranded here."
"Oh you," cooed Frost. She returned a kiss to Blaze. "You and your wild imagination. You should be a painter." Blaze rolled his eyes jokingly.
"Sure, but if I do all I would be able to draw and think about is you." They both chuckled.
"You are such a cheeseball," giggled Frost. "But I like that." Both Spyro and Cynder awed again at their romance. Spyro turned to look outside the window though. He noticed that the sun was finally coming to its rest behind the buildings. Nightfall was only a few minutes away.
"It's almost night," Spyro pointed out. His companion also turned to look out at the darkness that was falling over the world. She groaned, bothered by this factor.
"I guess we are moving in the dark aren't we?" asked Cynder "We have to get back."
"I guess." Spyro looked up to Frost and Blaze. "We have to leave you two. We can't be out too late in the night." Hed sighed. "It's too dangerous." Frost looked out the window they where looking at and also sighed.
"Why leave like this?" asked Frost. Spyro frowned deeply.
"We have to get to a place to sleep, and that's back at the Government Building," remarked Spyro. Blaze sunk his head into thought for a small moment. He then shot it back up.
"Why don't you guys stay over here?" he asked. "We do have an extra room you two could share." Spyro and Cynder both cocked their heads thinking about the proposal for a moment "I'm sure it wouldn't bother if you two if you shared a room, right?" Spyro shook his head, but Cynder stood silent.
"No I don't mind," said Spyro. "You?" he asked towards Cynder.
Share a room with him? She asked herself. She continued to think. I have never shared that with him... how bad could it be? She then reacted to the outside world by shaking her head as well.
"I don't mind. So I guess we stay here the night?" asked Cynder.
"Yeah," Spyro replied. "How bad could it be?"
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