Ok, I dont know if you havent figured this out yet, but this story is extremely AU! It is a mess of all the universes and my nutcase mind. But it will make sense and it will be good!

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They'd been watching the egg all day and far into the night. Hope sat on their nose as they waited. Waited for the miracle.

The large dragoness laid curled, nose to tail, around the coming life. While her body reminded her that she was going to be needed sleep soon, she couldn't help but fight the slumber. She needed to be there to see it.

She was an emerald dragoness, her color reflected the tone of rain stained branches. She was a breed not common, being as they ventured no farther than their territory boundries. However, she'd been a curious pip. Something that was not condoned in her tribe.

Through her life, she gained enough scars from her mischievous escapades. Each brought new knowledge, along with new friends. The dragoness became well known far and wide for her personality, and her powers.She was an exotic breed, bring something new. Never seen. From her emerald armor she was able to shift. May it be by simply blending to full pn shape changing. News of her exsistance spread through dragonic gossip.

Along with being sought after as a mate. Rumors that only a grand drac would be able to tame the wildness of her. It didn't matter how many asked, that answer remained. No.

She had no dream of settling down. It meant that she would be tied down again. And when she'd only gotten free...Fate had a different idea. While traveling, she was cornered by Slay, a vile group of dragon slayers. Wanting nothing more than to destroy the memory of dragons from the world. Cornered, beaten, but still fighting. She did the one thing she knew, she blended.

Her dragon form falling to reveal something unseen in this territory. A creature not unlike a dragon, but much more malevolent. Her tribe knew them Tot Victimae, or Many Victim. Named for their insatiable hunger for life. Many from her tribe had fallen to the Tot Victimae's jaws.

They stood heads over dragons, retaining the dragonic look in the head and back. Replacing a single pair of front legs, they had a duel pair of front quarters. The hind pair being a tad smaller, but just as threatning. Three pair of eyes, a second lining of teeth, regularly replacing each other with fresh ones. Like dragons though, they still had a pair of wings, however not large enough to carry themselves. More so for glinding. Their tails were long and agile, horrifyingly, the tails were dexterous. Meaning that they were much like a monkey tail. Generally, Tot Victimae came in nutruel colors to blend with the thicket.

The dragoness had never before taken this form, so this was terrifying for her. As a pip she'd been tought to fear them, and now to be able to takw the form of one?

Terror turned to malous glee.With her new shape, havok wreaked. All of the pain they'd done to her was rewarded ten fold. She stood with steam flowing from her maw as the survivours limped to lick their wounds. She was victorious!

Then the wounds finally caught up to her, she collasped to the ground. To exhausted to move, let alone shift back to her true form. So she closed her eyes and rested. No one would be stupid enough to mess with a Tot Victimae.

How wrong she'd been. Tot Victimae feared nothing but another.

It was a much larger one, standing well over her full height. By the bulk, it appeared male. The males were much more bulkier than females, the rare sight of one.

He had been hunting for something to sate his hunger when he caught scent of blood. Blood of his own kind. His curiosity peaked, he tracked until he came upon the scene of a past fight. A bloody one. Scattered humans decomposed, pests to him.

He balked when he sighted a female of his kind. Small and resting, she was bloody. But something was off with her scent. It was diluted, dirty. Interesting, he mused.

The dragoness awoke to find herself as a dragon in a not so fimilair den. It was a dug out settled in a cliff face. Panicing, she found that she was not alone. Settled in an opposite corner was her kind's feared predator. By the fur, he was tearing into a cow.

She sunk low to the ground quivered, never in her life had she ever been so afraid. Her shivering form caught the male's attention, his head lifted from the corpse and faced her. All three sets of eyes bore into her. Didn't help her fear to see his maw covered with blood.

He asked about the fight, she answered truthfully, too afraid to lie. He hummed and went back to eating. The need to know overcame her and she asked if he was going to eat her.

"I'll eat you tomorrow."

For months she was held up in his den, and every time he replied with "I'll eat you tomorrow." He never raised a claw to her though, his excuse was he had no reason to.

On the fifth month of her holding, the dragoness was awoken to find her holder over her. He said that he no longer need for her. She was free. At first she didn't believe him, it too good to be true.

Through insisting, the dragoness relented and ventured passed the den's enterence. The feel of the wind on her scales caused glee to surge through her. She wanted to jump, to fly. To be free!

And yet, she hesitated. A glance back at the den showed no signs of life. He had gone. In those few seconds he'd left. Left her. For some reason, it hurt her heart.

She flew home, her real home. Welcomed with open wings, she was honored for her travels. She told her stories at the fires at night to young pips with curiosity she once held. Their eyes filled wonder and awe.

But, she was conflicted. She told herself she should be happy to be home. A small part of her long for something. Something lost.

It was when Season came along, heats and ruts began. A time when mates were sought after and love filled the air. The dragoness was miserable, her heart cried for some lost love. Her heat didn't help. Males approached her with offerings, but were rewarded with a bite to the arse.

She wanted her love. Whoever he was. Her heart had already claimed a mate to her dread.

And in the middle of a full moon, she figured it out. And she went to him. And in the den that held her for so long, she found love.

She smiled warmly at the sea of memories. A long time had passed since then, they had been mates for years. Defying all laws and rules. They made it work.

Not long ago, she started to show signs of carrying. A shock to her and her mate. Both thrilled though. She then laid a single large egg.

Her eyes stared lovingly at the opalescent egg. What laid within? She mused."How do you fare, my love?" Her mate, Gradth, muttered in a hushed tone. He knew well that his love was tired and worn, so he went softly. She mumbled incoheritly, her gaze not leaving the egg. She felt the giant frame of Gradth settle around her. Giving her the feeling of safety.

He started to clean her 'til she shone, being as she failed to do so herself. All Darms forgo the daily chores of caring for themselves to always be on guard. The Lorths were required to be there for the care of their mates.

A cracking alerted them, she nuzzled the shaking egg. It was finally time! Her heart rose with each new crack. Both of the parents held their breaths, listening for the tell tail sign of life.

Shattering, the shell gave way from the roof. Exposing the new life to the air. The parents strained their ears, pleas in their minds echoed.

A soft tone escaped the egg, the Life Song. The miracle that occured when a pip emerged from their egg. Widely celebrated, it was considered the purest sound. Gardth and his mate nuzzled each other, they did it! Except something grabbed their attention.

A second tone joined the first. Shifting to join effertlessly, creating a beautiful duet.

"Two?" The dragoness whispered, her voice cracked with emotion. Tears filled her eyes and she sniffled. He mate nuzzled her under her chin, a sign of comfort.

Sure enough, two soaked forms emerged from the egg. Red and Gold. The brightest coloring the dragoness had ever seen. Both were a spitting image of their Lorth. But held dragon wings.

Their mewlings drew the parents out of their staring. Soon they were sleek and shiney. Purring happily in the embrace of their parents.

"What shall we name them?"

The dragoness hummed, "They shall be called-"

"Sunstreaker, yo we need to keep moving. They'll catch up soon if we dont get going."

"I'm coming!" A golden dragon snapped at his crimson brother, already annoyed by him. "Let's get moving Sideswipe, I seriously want a bath."

"You're a vain dragon, you know that?"

"So you tell me."