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Chapter 5- Curiosities and the truth:

Cricket! Cricket!

Night came to its full domain of the world, and dusk was deep in. Inside the room rested the two dragons. Spyro, had cuddled tightly into a ball with himself, and rested peacefully. His mind in the realm of dreams, and his snout in the world of snores. Cynder, on the other hand, had not reached the rem that Spyro had accessed. She had not even fallen asleep. The dragoness remained there cuddled like Spyro, but with eyes wide open. She gazed back and forth within the room engulfed by the pitch black darkness. For some strange reason this night was not as sufficating as they usually were. Cynder wondered why this would be. Would it be the room they remained in?

No, probably not, she thought to herself. The room was moist, and the warm humidity stuck to their scales as it usually did. She normally hated sleeping inside enclosed areas durring the season of fire (summer). The dragoness enjoyed the open air, the cooler temperature. It felt better then the sticky feeling the dragoness felt as she breathed now. What could it be then? She asked herself again. As Cynder went to glance at the purple dragon it hit her. It was him. Most of her years with him they usually slept in seperate rooms. Sparx and Spyro in one, and her by herself in another. Nights were quiet, alone, by herself. With the purple dragon there she felt significantly different. It was more peaceful, yet exciting. Maybe he's the fact that I can't get any sleep either, the dragoness snickered to herself in thought. This was certainly an exciting situation for the dragoness, or new at least.

The dragoness looked over to Spyro again. She giggled when he shivered briefly, and cuddled into tighter ball. The purple dragon grunted lightly, before going back to snoring.

That dragon, she thought to herself. Cynder had never rested with Spyro before. She had never been able to tell how ungracfully he slept. It is honestly cute! Cynder thought. Usually, to her eyes, the purple dragon always stood with pride and a common strength. It was adorable to her to see him so vulnerable like this, so unconcerned. The purple dragon grunted again as he scooted a little, which caused Cynder snickered in a cute manner, once more. Oh you, my cute dragon. The black dragoness smiled, but it was shot down when she suddenly imaged the male's tool in her mind. The image came so quickly and clear she could have detailed it. A heavy shiver ran down Cynder's back as the picture remained in her head and did not leave. That moment had left her so surprised, yet curious about his body. This had been the second time that the event had come to happen. His body had just reacted naturally to the stimulus. The question suddenly came to the dragoness' mind. Was he ready to mate? Or more importantly: Am I ready to mate? The dragoness went into freeze as the question remained in thought. Cynder figured that she might be in the proper age for it, according to the books of course. But knowledge of this was not all that mattered for bearing children. She suddenly chuckled, lightly, as she remembered one of the quotes the book held. 'A dragoness must be well fit and 'wide hipped' for higher chances of success,' she repeated in her mind. At that, the dragoness glanced back and towards her own figure. She was thin, sleek, but was that good? She looked slightly lower, and came to gaze at her hips. Compared to her waist, her hips showed themselves greatly. Her body was definatly 'curved'. She came to remember the feline speaking vulgar to her near this building with a shiver, but it was okay. Spyro had been there at her side, protecting her.

Spyro...

The purple dragon creeped back into her mind as she came to his name. Why was she so curious of him? Why was it so? As tension of her curiosity increased the dragoness, as if by nature, rose from her laying spot, and slowly crained in the dirrection of the purple dragon. The dragoness, lead by instinct more then thought, slowly and carfully bagan to sneak close to the dragon. She made every step lightly upon the the wood flooring this room held, so the purple one would not awake.

She wanted to know him better, no matter what it took, or however she would do it. She arrived to the male's side, and with much care slowly collapsed upon her legs, to lay down. Now that the dragoness was in there, she slowly and carefully began scroll her eyes across the sight of his body. She started on the forearm in front of her. Cynder had never paid attention to the scars he held across his entire body so well. They ran up his arm and to the rest of his being, marked a lighter purple on each one. The scars seemed to be claw like, scratches and cuts from battle. She noticed one of the scratched that cut horizontal to his paw. This one was particular, a clean cut, unalike the others he held. She now knew she was the cause of this one, but long ago. Slowly and carefully, the dragoness brought her hand down upon the scar. Her paw touched the strong scales without disturbing the dragon from his sleep. She slowly ran her claw around with the scar. Now that she had felt it, she was definatly sure it had come from the sythe of her tail.

I'm sorry, she thought to herself, as she ran a claw across the discoloration once more. For a moment she wondered if it had hurt. No matter, he had heal, Cynder thought, at last listening to Spyro's words of forgetting the past.

The female began to go up, past his arm, and reached her sight up to his back. The muscles here were quite strong. His body was marked well; practice had indeed done a good job in strengthening the little hatchling he used to be. She looked at his wings. They had become slightly war torn from the years, but with the damedge came strength. They were sturdy, powerful. Once more, not like they had been when she had first met him in his pre-adolecent stage.

Her eyes began to slowly go upwards to his face. The dragoness wisked a small grin as she noticed the male had a smile upon his face.

What are you dreaming of? The dragoness asked herself in mind, slyly. As Cynder carefully studied, she suddenly noticed a small scar upon his cheek. This one seemed to be a puncture from a horn. A memory suddenly came into her thought. The moment when she had striked the dragon in the face, in the years of her corruption that is. The dragoness had called him weak and pathetic before giving the mighty blow to him. She wondered if it was her horn that had caused this now visible scar upon him. Im sorry, was all the dragoness could think.

The dragoness fragily brought her paw over to the side of his face, and gently touched the mark. The skin on the scar was rough, and rugged.

Oh, Spyro, Cynder could not do anything but to think this, regretfully. Her poor purple dragon had been hurt by her past. She could not help but to still feel sorry for it, and to wonder up to this day why he had treated her so kindly all along. Since the first day I fell in his hands, he always had that smile upon his face. Cynder continued in her curiosity. She brought her gaze back down, past his ribs and back. The dragoness stopped as her eyes came to fix to his waist and hips. The purple dragon was not as scarred down here as the rest of his body, significantly. He had kept a decent defense, at least, thought the onyx colored dragoness. She did notice several scars though; blade marks, clearly. Cynder looked back towards her own tail spade.

"You caused a lot of trouble," the dragoness remarked to her own tail, quietly. "Didn't you?" All of a sudden, the black dragoness heard a soft muffled grunt, Spyro. Cynder shot her look to the male dragon, with the fear that she had been caught. When she glanced, she found Spyro now lay upon his back. His arms were crossed together, a little bellow the area where the rib cages met with each other. The purple dragon's legs were also apart from each other; they dangled in a relaxed way. The dragoness brought her eyes up to his face, and to her relief found he still rested peacefully. She sighed, lightly.

That was too close, she thought, relieved. Cynder slowly and carefully placed her tail back down on the hard floor, as she also began to move her sight again. She brought her eyes to his underbelly. That golden, strong plate of scales was one of the most damaged areas in his body. The scars ran all the way down through his ribs. Deeper then any of the other scars she had seen before. They were much like the ones their masters had. A clear sign that Spyro had suffered the wearing out of war that any of those guardians had, but only in a smaller frame of time. My strong, brave dragon, Cynder thought, attracted by his battle marks. She continued down again, going past his last ribs once more. Cynder's sight came into contact with the area in between his thighs. Her heart jumped a beat as she remembered his 'boy'. She blinked several times, surprised by her own thoughts. Cynder was feeling shockingly curious now. Her mind asked her to know more of his body, or else she would go mad. She fixed her eyes on that area. His legs drooped in a lazy manner, but in a manner where Cynder could see the underbelly in this area, lucky her.

"Fed-gu-….-Cynder," the male dragon suddenly murmured out. "I… love you." Cynder caught attention of this and looked at the male's face. she smiled softly.

He's dreaming about me? the black dragoness asked herself in mind, as she smirked warmly. She began to approach his face once more. Cynder concentrated her eyes on his strong mandible now. His head laid back directly, giving a good view of it. She lightly placed her paw on the very tip of his chin, and smoothly pets it. Her thought still remained on the dragon's love tool. The reason this image was reacting so much in her adolescent mind was still unknown to her. She was soon to discover this though.

Spyro groaned gently as the female soothed him in this manner. Cynder was a bit alerted by this noise escaping from his throat, but soon calmed as she discovered he was still in rem.

"Oh you," the black dragoness cooed in an intensely quiet manner, as she smiled softly. The dragoness' mind suddenly came over a memory, and a fact.

His jaw line, she stated to herself. The dragoness remembered, now that she was thinking of it, that every time she had rubbed or kissed the area, the dragon reacted by presenting that object of Cynder's curiosity.

"Hmm," Cynder thought to herself as she watched her dragon sleep. "I wonder..." Her paw lifted up, extending her largest claw right against Spyro's neck, exactly where she kissed him earlier. She frailly caressed the area with that extension of her paw, and the reaction was almost spontaneous. Spyro twitched , making some sort of strange grunt.

"Cynder…" the purple dragon muttered out in his sleep. In a matter of a second the dragon reacted as was provisioned. He exhibited his dragonhood quite spontaneously after the mutter, as it came out into full view. "I love you," Spyro said as he breathed out. The black dragoness looked back to the object, and opened her eyes wide as she took a good look. The male part, her lover's male part, rose out in its natural instinct, prepared for its mission which had been predestined since the beginning of their species existence. Cynder could not get her eyes off it; it was intoxicating to her vision, addictive. A new feeling suddenly crossed the dragoness' form of being, lust. This new sensation began to make her want this from the male. She felt a deep physical emptiness inside. She trembled as she felt that sweat had begun to form on her scales.

I want him, she remarked to herself. Curiosity and lust now worked together to chain the black dragoness' subconscious. Now controlled by first instinct, Cynder slowly began to shift her position to be sitting in front of the male's body part. She concentrated her sight upon it. The dragoness attempted to get up to the last detail of it. She was mesmerized, hypnotized. The next sense that thirsted knowledge was touch. She slowly and carefully lifted her paw from the floor below her, and guided her forearm towards the object. She reached the point of near touch, and with even more care and alert, the dragoness touched his shaft, and slowly trailed her claw downward. Cynder's heart began to pump powerfully, her being completely altered by raging hormones and powerful curiosity. She moved her claw all the way to the base, finally feeling the entire object. After this, Cynder lifted her paw away, as she glanced over to the male dragon's face. He still slept, to her luck.

How does it feel? Cynder's mind suddenly asked. Does it, hurt? The question sank into the dragoness', deeply. She was a young growing dragoness, questions like these were bound to come, and with none other then her lover, and probable mate. At a sudden moment though.

"Mmh… huh?" Cynder took his look back in the direction of the noise, and came to find that the purple dragon was slowly waking up! She did not know what disturbed him at a time like this, so late, but what she did know is that she had to retreat. The dragoness made a quick run for it. She dashed across the small room as fast as she could, and as quietly too. The moment she got to the position she had been originally resting, Cynder came down on her belly and laid her head low, hoping this act would fool the purple dragon, if he looked in her direction that is. The black dragoness looked back in the direction of Spyro, as hidden as she could do it. She noticed Spyro had perked his head up, and was scanning the room. The purple dragon had felt a presence around him, but to him it was unknown that it was Cynder herself.

What on Earth was that? Spyro thought to himself, dazedly. The purple dragon looked down and noticed that he had an uninvited visitor, once again. He turned his face and fixed his eyes on Cynder to see if she was awake, and to his 'luck' he thought she was asleep. Spyro grunted, still tired, and turned over onto his belly to cover up. Cynder watched carefully as he went back to sleep. Once he did the dragoness huffed, glad she got away from that.

I guess I'll find out later, she thought. When I am with him. She could not help but to grow a small smile as she did. With some sort of fantasy in her mind, the first in her life.

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The night gave any inhabitant in Avalar who remained outside the cool, soothing wind of the night. Over the city a wonderful instrument played its melodious song, the strings of the tool of song humming into the eternal shadows that dominated in this dark time. None other then Hunter, companion of Spyro and Cynder, and good friend of the guardians, was playing this instrument. The young feline sat on a stool in front of the Governmental Office, for this was not a building only for negotiating and fancy speech, but this was the new rest place of the guardians and their two young apprentices, and this needed protection. Hunter continued to play his instrument, under the dim light of a small torch aside him. This instrument was peculiar and an instrument of Avalarians, only. It was much like an acoustic string instrument, but neck arched backwards, causing the strings to have a higher pitch of tone. The main body of the tool was narrow, but hollow, obviously. This body was made of a wood only found in the forests near.

The melody that Hunter played was truly fine. It hummed with power, and an ancient tale behind it. Those of Avalarian gods, and brave heroes who journeyed to their fates, some of life and love, others of death and tragedy. The feline murmured to his own instrumental music, as well. He knew the lyrics of this ancient rhapsody well, but found no use in singing it when no one was there to listen. At a sudden moment though, a voice was heard aside the loyal Avalarian.

"'Song of the death flower'," The voice said, a voice of an ally, Cyril. "Rhapsody 23 of 'Cultarian'." Hunter suddenly turned and looked at the ice dragon, while still not having the melody stopped. He gave the guardian a soft smile, before he looked back in the direction ahead of him.

"Indeed," the feline responded. "My friend." He laid his head back on the wall behind him to take a good look at the night sky. The stars shined with a glamorous luster, and gave the creatures of the world only another reason to thank the ancestors every night. He took a deep breath, and blinked several times to prevent from falling asleep. "You know," He suddenly remarked to the silent ice dragon. "Spyro and Cynder have not come back." Cyril nodded, giving a pacific smile.

"We know," He responded. "When we checked their bedrooms we only found Sparx." Hunter looked back down at his instrument, stopping the music he played

"They sure are growing quick, aren't they?" Hunter remarked. The young feline set the tool of music aside him while the guardian nodded.

"Yes," Cyril replied. "Indeed they have." Hunter looked to the other side of him, and picked up a small pouch made of fine hides. He opened the corked covering the top, and took a drink of the bitter liquid inside, fine ale this was. He brought the pouch down, coughing from a little that had gone in his windpipe, at least it kept him warm. "They grow bigger and stronger every day," Cyril continued. "It's an amazement of nature, that is." Hunter nodded, agreeing.

"Indeed," he commented, as he rested the pouch aside him once more. He brought his other hand down, and picked up the instrument aside him again. Hunter placed his hands back on it, and began to strum lightly. "They grow in many ways."

"Tell me, Hunter," Cyril suddenly spoke out. The feline snapped his head back in the direction of the guardian to pay better attention. "What do you take from their departing, and of the love interest they have for each other?" The young Avalarian stopped playing his instrument one more, but not to drink this time, instead to ponder. He now considered a reason for their absence.

"You think the two...?" He suddenly asked out. Cyril grinned.

"I could not tell you if the two have decided to," he responds. "But dragon's of their age usually go to it."

"They would mate?" Hunter asked out, rather to question the statement more by himself then asking Cyril. He came to a small response. "They're too young," he stated. "They don't know what they are up to." Cyril stared down at Hunter, who placed his hood up with a paw. The elder kept a small silence, before he spoke again.

"Well, Hunter," He spoke. "The purple dragon and Cynder do know what they are up to, I'm sure of it." The ice guardian looked down, with a small frown on his face, something was in his mind. "But, there is grimmer news to this tale. Ones that you must promise never to tell Spyro of Cynder about." Hunter looked back at Cyril once more, a curious air upon him.

"What would that be?" asked the feline bathed in interest. Cyril stood silent for a moment, before he picked up the courage to say it.

"Hunter my lad," he started. "Cynder, she's barren." The avalarian's head cocked to the head, shocked by the news.

"Barren?" the young feline asked. Cyril nodded.

"Yes," He repeated. "Barren, infertile, unable to become gravid."

"B-but how?" Hunter asked, in a tone of deep shock.

"When Cynder was in her dark years," Cyril started. "We figure Cynder had been poisoned, and the dark might have affected her as well. When this happened, it seems she became barren." Hunter remained silent, unable to speak. What would Spyro think of this?

Oh no! cliffhanger and a lemon tease!!! but not to be worried, its not done untill the fat dragon lady sings!

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