A/N: Hey, I just want you guys to know that i stay 100% SpyroxCynder cannon only.
100% CANNON! 100% GOOD! ^_^
Chapter 6- Awakenings
The morning fell over the world with it's a fragile beauty. The sun glimmered over the entire valley of Avalar, and caused all the dew covered grasses and weeds to reflect it's fragile light, the land was truly a valley of gold. The city shun as well. The metalwork and light layer of mist over all the buildings gave the entire growing village an illusion of divinity. Everything seemed in peace.
A greater symbol of this peace was displayed by Spyro, the world's savior and only hope, and Cynder, the former queen of evil and torment. These two great symbols of the past and present rested, deep in their sleep. The black dragoness slept in the in the far left corner of the room, away from the window; the purple dragon was unalike. He rested right where the beams of bright light would hit him, and would cause his awakening. Spyro the dragon slowly and clumsily opened his eyes, but not too wide due to the strong light that struck his back, and face. He glanced around the room quiet room, and then yawned in a lazy manner.
Spyro stood himself up and had a good, long stretch, while he still yawned. With eyes now watery from the yawn, he sat down on his haunches in a comfortable pose. His cleared eyes then turned and fixed themselves upon Cynder. He noticed how she laid in a very coquet manner, with her head rested daintily over her paws. Spyro cooed, as he smiled in a warm way.
You're so adorable, Spyro remarked to himself.
The purple dragon suddenly remembered that today was no day to repose. This day was full of activities and work, training and practice being one of their first duties early in the morning. Spyro knew Cynder had to awake for the day to start. The male stood up once more, and began to pace in the direction of Cynder. His claws made small tap noises as he drew nearer to the black dragoness; this was enough to cause her to awake. Before Spyro could reach her side, the light sleeper opened her eyes, and looked to the purple dragon, which approached her. She smiled sweetly, before giving out a long, soothing yawn.
"Good morning," the dragoness cooed kindly, after her doze. Spyro, having felt affectionate that day, trotted up to the dragoness, playfully. As she perked her head up, he gave her a small peck on the lips. Cynder was caught by surprise, and flushed a light red.
"Morning," the male dragon responded, kindly. Cynder's blush diminished and turned to a warm feeling deep in her heart. The dragoness rose, feeling her muscles and bones creak loudly as she did. She then brought her muzzle to his once more, and gave him a peck of her own.
"How'd you sleep," she murmured, softly, as she lowered her head and placed her jaw on the dragon's strong shoulder, and sat down in her haunches. Spyro, sat down as well, and lowered his head to the side. With a soft tilt of his neck, he caressed her.
"I slept fine," Spyro responded. "And you?"
"I slept great," Cynder returned. She sunk her head deeper into his shoulder. "Though, it was a little cold, all alone in that corner." The dragoness made a small smile. She clearly knew that this was a large lie, but if Spyro was affectionate to her just now, why couldn't she be? Besides, the black she-dragon would have rested better if she could have slept at Spyro's side, even though that would be a new experience.
"Really? I thought it was pretty warm last night," the purple dragon teased. Cynder giggled in a wondrous way, this caused Spyro to chuckle as well. The dragoness then brought her head back up and looked him in the eyes, gleaming. Suddenly and without warning, she brought her lips to his, and locked them. Spyro was caught by surprise, and looked down to Cynder's closed eyes, before he shut his own, and melted into the kiss. He took a joy of the passion filled kiss, his heart pumping powerfully, but it was cut off much too quickly for the male. Cynder quickly pulled away and stepped back, to tease Spyro back. The male nearly fell foreword in an attempt to keep the contact. Cynder giggled again.
Gotcha, the dragoness thought. Spyro suddenly narrowed his eyes, as he recognized the tease. He rose to his feet and took a step forward, only to become closer to the dragoness. He grinned slyly.
"Feeling tedious today, eh?" he remarked. The dragoness turned around, and began to take several steps away from him. She brought her tail up as she got to the full extent of it, only to run the blunt side of her tail blade across one of his cheeks.
"Maybe," she responded in a sly tone. Spyro could not help but laugh in a stupefied form; he enjoyed this whole new feel of tease. As the dragoness paced foreword, she looked back, and noticed the purple dragon had been eyeing her every move. She swished her hips, slightly, and took several more steps. The purple dragon could not keep his eyes off. No matter how hard the epic hero attempted to redeem himself, he was fully captured by the female's paws. Cynder snickered once more, amused by how the simple beauties of nature could bring down even the highest of saviors, to nothing but a small scoundrel; naïve, blindsided, and lust drenched. She reached the near wall, and snapped her glance back at Spyro, who looked as if he was under some sort of mind control, completely mesmerized. She giggled sweetly again. "What are you looking at?" she asked, teasingly. Spyro grinned in a crooked manner, and took steps towards her. He reached her flank, and muzzled her neck. His snout softly and carefully caressing the soft scales bared in this weaker area. Cynder to let out a soft purr-like moan from deep within her throat.
"You," the purple dragon whispered out, sensually. Spyro then fondled her neck some more, and released an affectionate growl himself. Cynder's pulled away from his affectionate touch to bring her eyes back to the male. As she turned her head, her sight came to meet with the purple dragons. He looked at her with his warm, violet eyes; eyes kind and truly sweet, sweeter than a honeycomb. The male grinned. "Nothing but your beautiful green eyes," he responded, in a convincing, velvet soft voice. The dragoness let out a warm laughter from deep within. His voice was convincing, but his seduced eyes told otherwise.
"Just my eyes?" Cynder asked, unconvinced. She twitched her tail, as Spyro chuckled in return.
"Yes, just your eyes," he lied, as he further enjoyed this moment of intriguing teases. The dragoness tittered.
"I see," she responded, sarcastically, as she narrowed her emerald eyes. The male smiled back, innocently, and then took a few steps ahead of her. He walked near the frame of the rooms exit, and suddenly looked back to her. She smiled in return, and then padded over to his side again. "So what do we have to be doing for today?" Cynder asked, as she decided to change the topic of conversation. The dragoness had been praised enough, for now. Spyro flinched lightly, as he remembered training.
"We have training," Spyro inquired in a more serious tone. "And pretty soon, too." Cynder gasped, over dramatizing, as her reminders ran back through her estrogen thriving mind. Duties called, indeed.
"We should get going then," Cynder remarked. "We're usually never late to training."
"We usually don't stay nights anywhere but the temple," Spyro included. "They might get concerned." The young beautiful dragoness nodded.
"Let's get going," Cynder said. She quickly started taking steps, and paced down through the wood halls of the humble home. Her sharp claws created a partial ruckus; it was for sure anyone in the floor below would hear their entering. Spyro followed behind the dragoness, attempting to be a little more self aware of the noise his claws made, but failed remarkably. They came down the set of stairs, to notice Blaze, who sat on his haunches on the frame of the kitchen entrance. The scarlet red dragon stared into the kitchen with delightfully harmonious eyes, but as Spyro and Cynder came closer, and neared him, he looked to them and smiled in a compassionate manner. This male seemed to have had a restful, good rest the night before.
"Good morning," Blaze spoke out, warmly. The couple smiled back at him, as they felt well welcomed.
"Good morning," the black dragoness responded, as they finally reached the bottom of the staircase. The scarlet dragon turned his look back to the kitchen, and concentrated his sight again.
"So," Blaze spoke, as he kept his look to the kitchen. "Do you guys have to be leaving soon?" Spyro nodded as a natural reaction, and looked to Cynder, who did alike.
"Yeah," Spyro responded in a calm tone. "We have training today." The moment Spyro said this, he and Cynder walked to Blaze's side, curious of what the other male dragon looked at. They noticed Frost within the kitchen, preparing some sort of packaging. The female packed various things within a small ceramic jar: A small colorful, oval shaped orange fruit, known as a dragonfruit, a bit of dried meat, obviously dehydrated by sunlight and salt, and lastly, she placed a little leather pouch, filled with water, the fruit of the world. As the baby blue dragoness finished packing up the items, and closed a lid upon the jar, and wrapped a small tight cloth around it and the jar to secure it.
"It's done!" she exclaimed in a perky voice. Blaze returned a delighted smile as the dragoness began to walk towards him, with the strap that tied the jar shut in her clenching teeth. She walked to another side of the kitchen, and placed the jar inside a small handmade bag. The bag seemed to have a large strap on it, woven with many colorful cloths; it seemed that the strap's fitting was proper for a dragon, and these guessing where correct. After making sure the jar was well placed in the bag, Frost lifted her entire body and placed her front paws against the wall, standing on her two. With her muzzle, she took the strap off the hook that was used to hang the bag, and hung the bag on her own neck. After this, the dragoness pushed off the wall, and skipped coquettishly towards her loving husband.
I wonder if I will be doing this for Spyro. She asked, now knowing what this preparation was for. The dragoness shook her head, the question had arrived within her thoughts much too quickly. Why wonder this? She asked herself. I don't even know. It's probably going to be a long time until 'then.' The dragoness suddenly stared at Spyro. She noticed how his soft violet eyes rested in the direction of Frost. The male dragon turned his gaze to hers the moment he noticed she looked at him, and grimaced warmly. Or will it? The female asked herself, as she smiled back towards the savior. The tender looks were suddenly broken by the voice of the baby blue dragoness.
"Here's your lunch," Frost cooed. She slowly and carefully lowered her neck down, as Blaze lowered his own neck down. He placed his head aside her neck, clipped the strap with one of his horns. The male, maneuvering perfectly, pulled the bag strap away from her, and onto his own neck. Both Spyro and Cynder were at awe as they saw this performance, obviously practiced before.
We'll need to learn that one; the onyx dragon could not help but to think.
"Thanks, Love," Blaze said, as Frost checked to make sure the bag was placed well around his neck.
"Please don't break the jar again though," Frost begged. "Those things don't come to us for free, you know." Blaze nodded.
"I know," He responded. "I'll be careful." The baby blue dragoness brought his lips to hers in a quick peck. A mooch noise was made as their lips parted
"Good," Frost said. "Thanks." She suddenly turned her glance away from Blaze, and looked to the other couple, Spyro and Cynder. "Oh," the dragoness said, as if recognizing them for the first time in the morning. "Good morning." Both the black and purple dragon bowed a slight bit, as a sign of humbleness. "Did you guys have a good night?"
"Yes, we did," Spyro informed. "Thanks for letting us rest here."
"It was our pleasure," Frost joyously commented. The baby blue dragoness looked to Cynder then. "How about you?" she asked. "How did you sleep?" Cynder could not help but to snicker as she asked her memory of the night before coming back to her mind.
If only you knew, she thought to herself. Cynder would obviously not tell everyone in this room about her little 'adventure' from the night before, including Spyro. "I slept wonderfully!" she responded, only to hide half the truth and not lie. Frost gave her a soft a soft smile in return.
"Good!" she exclaimed, joyously.
-------------------------------------
Who am I…?
Why don't I remember my past?
Am I not dragon?
The Albino dragon suddenly shot up, as he perked his head high. Synapse was sweating heavily; he had been into that dream once more.
Not again, he thought to himself, as he glanced at the dirt-covered floor below him. He brushed his paw over it, and cleared some of the dust that remained on the surface, only to cause it to fly into the air. He spotted up, and kept his eyes of the flying particles. I ask myself too much.
The magicless dragon had dreamt that dream once more. He sat in the middle of a pitch black room, a room so dark he could not even look at his own paws; then a voice would speak up. It would question the dragon, and riddle him. It would ask who he was, and why he did not remember his past. This bewildered the dragon, for he did not know the answers to these questions. The dragon cursed to himself in mind.
Damn, why don't I? He asked. Why don't I remember the past? Synapse sat down on his haunches, and took in a deep breath. Damn the ancestors, he cursed. They have forsaken me, and have given me misfortune. I damn them. He looked all around the broken down room, this truly was not the ideal life. From what he knew, he figured he was once an indigent, and then joined the cause of the 'Remnants of Malefor', nothing before that. This had been his life, and would probably be until the day he died, and that death would most likely be by the blade. He sighed, and just wondered of his questions, the dragon was interrupted quite quickly though. A knock was heard behind Synapse; he turned and looked at the rustic door.
"Synapse," A deep voice said, obviously that of Guidel. "Are you up?" The albino dragon nodded, obviously aware he would not see him.
"Yeah," He said.
"Good," the dragon behind the door responded. "We need you downstairs, and fast. Divinity, Celesta, and I have made plans for today." Synapse grunted, noticing something.
"What? No good morning?" He claimed, wondering about casual gestures. Guidel, behind the door remained in silence for a small moment.
"Come down," Guidel finally commanded, before he thumped downstairs. Synapse took a long breath, and then let it out in a defeated sigh.
"As usual," he spoke out loud.
It was not long before the dragon walked down from the room he had claimed in this abandoned building. He walked down the same old stairs that Guidel had come down from before. As he paced down he looked at familiar faces. The first face he saw what that of Guidel's, his face strong, and aggressive as usual. The crimson dragon eyed his every step as he came down, gave a look that seemed as if it wanted to kill. The next face he saw was that of a fair navy blue scaled dragoness. Her eyes were fair, seductive, and mysterious, and her body was fine, slim, but strong. Some sweet, strange exoticness always went about her, in a dazzling manner. He moved his eyes to the last familiar face. This gaze was bright, youthful and energetic. This female was a green dragoness with a bright red underbelly, symbol of grand youth, but deep rebellion within.
"Good morning," the green dragoness was the first to break the silence. Her voice was light, and very angelical in a youthful way. Synapse finally reached the bottom of the stairs, and smiled in return to the dragoness.
"Good morning, Celesta," he returned. "At least one of you cares to mind about me." The other two scowled.
"We don't have time," Guidel said. "Please, let's concern about this later." At last the albino dragon joined the circle, and looked around to all of them. They seemed as if they had all been speaking before, as if they had already planned something.
"So what's this whole plan about?" He asked.
"The purple dragon," Divinity finally spoke, her voice being that of a seductive kind. Synapse looked to the dragoness, and she grinned at him. "You saw him, correct?" Synapse nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on her.
"Yeah," he responded. "You had sent me out to spy on him." Guidel grinned.
"You had also said you saw a female, correct?" The scarlet dragon asked. Synapse nodded.
"Yeah," he responded. "A black dragoness, that caught me by surprise." Guidel snorted.
"Yes, a strange sign, indeed," Guidel commented. "The last dragoness which held that color was one of Malefor's apprentices." Divinity rose an eye ridge, and cocked her head to the side.
"Could she be the traitor?" She asked him. Guidel nodded.
"Most possibly," he responded. "Though what I can't believe is that the purple dragon realms with her." Synapse chuckled lightly.
"They seemed to do more than just 'realm about'. I think they are going through a pre-mate stage," the albino dragon commented. Celesta looked at him with eyes of amusement.
"How can you tell?" she asked, which only showed signs that she was the youngest of the group.
"I can tell," he said. "The black dragoness concerned for the male, she said something about him needing to eat." He remembered the moment, after their little talk she looked straight at him, with those curious, green eyes. The albino dragon zoned out for a small moment, until he heard Guidel's voice speak up again.
"Well then, It is settled on what we must do," he said.
"What would that be?" Synapse asked, falling back into reality.
"Assassin that dragoness," He stated. "If seems like a valuable target, and that way we can get the government's attention. Our small rebellion will be recognized." Synapse, at last gave a small wicked smirk.
Blood at last, he thought, morbidly. Blood at last.
please comment.
Thankies!