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-Lahar-

"All the Dragon Slayers have assembled?"

"Yes sir." I say, straightening up from my bow. "We will send a messenger over and have them informed of the new movements of the Dragons."

"Please proceed with that immediately."

I bow again. "Of course." I rise and stride out of the room, back straight and head held high. It's not like we were going to spy on them. We were just checking in and helping them out a little. I had my doubts at first. Having 5 Fairy Tail mages and 3 of those ridiculous flying cats they like to keep as pets, on the mission made me more than a little worried. But they had done alright so far. It had been a week and we hadn't gotten a report from that particular town. The other members were still as crazy and destructive as ever, but the reports and paper work hadn't been piling up like usual. I wasn't going to go to them myself, I wasn't that stupid. I'd send Doranbolt in my stead and have him check up on them. Him and that little girl needed to have a catch-up anyway. I shake my head disparagingly, those idiots better clear up this mess. If not, that little blonde girl with be executed on grounds of having hindered a mission set up by the Magic Council. That was her whole purpose. She was our scapegoat, the person to blame if things went wrong. Not that it mattered anyway. If they failed, it would be the end of the world. Everything depends on them.

-Arex-(A/N: An OC)

"Roar of Death!" A death wave spurts from my mouth and hits my 'sister' full force. One hit with our magic and anyone would be dead. Unless we were fighting amongst each other. It's next to impossible to kill one another which sucks. There are a lot of Dragons I'd kill otherwise. My 'sister,' whose name I don't remember, unfurls her wings and soars upwards.

"Wing Slash!" Her voice assaults my ears. I jump to the side, making the earth tremble with my weight. Out of no-where a tail the length of me swings down and catches my 'sister' in the back, causing her wings to give way in shock and sends her plummeting to the ground. I laugh but sober up quickly when I see whose tail it was. Mother, or Acnologia as the humans called her.

"What have I told you, about flying?" Her voice is quiet. With mother, quiet is dangerous, it'd be better if she'd yelled. 'Sister' trembles in fear, we all knew what happened to those who disobeyed or misbehaved. I lick my lips and quench my inner hunger. Soon.

"To not to?"

"Why?" I smirk. She was prolonging the sentence that was sure to follow. She'd been, active since her triumph at Tenroujima but there were only a few of us. Want to know why?

"So the humans don't see us. So we don't get caught."

"Good." Mother's voice is patronizing, hisses slipping between her teeth. Mother's belly was swollen, she was a few days away from giving birth. The female dragon shrinks back, light shoots through the clouds lighting up her body. She's small, maybe a month or so old. And her body is the host to many scars. She's missing claws and her left eye has been ripped from her socket completely. The tip of her tail is ragged and stumpy, like it's been torn off or something. I can see that she doesn't have a trace of gold on her at all. My smirk widens. Soon. She's expendable. Mother launches herself at the younger Dragon with a terrifying roar. The younger female shrieks and tries to get away, but she's over powered in a second. Mother's fangs clamp around the her neck and she grates her teeth roughly along the sensitive skin. I don't look away. To serve my mother I need a strong stomach. Mother rips out the little one's voice box with relish and threw it aside. Blood splatters up the stone walls and some lands on me, I don't flinch. Flinching is a sign of weakness. I am not weak. I am not the eldest, but I'm not the weakest either. We don't have names. Only the ones with gold markings on us have names. Like me. I'm Arex. I gave myself my name I thought it suited the way I looked. A few others have wandered over now, watching the execution. It's not an uncommon occurrence. Unfortunately for the person who receives the sentence, it's next to impossible to kill a Dragon. So they stay alive until their heart is ripped from their chest. So the girl being ravaged now was still alive. I could hear her gargling in pain, but her tears only anger mother. These past few months, mother has gotten stricter and harsher in her punishments. Torturing those who disobeyed, showing the rest of us what would happen to us if we were not exceptional in the tasks we performed.

"You should have bore your punishment, then I would have allowed you to live." Mother steps back from the living corpse. The girls chest has been torn open, revealing her weakly beating heart. Her insides are spilling of from her lower body and I feel partially sick at the sight. Blood spews from her mouth, coating her lips in the bright red liquid. Her one eye darts frantically around, looking for a way out. There isn't one.

"No one touch her." We all look at mother. Does she intend for the female to live?

"Let her bleed out. All here will watch. When she's dead you may eat." She was testing us. The sight of blood made us hungry. We wanted to eat. By not allowing us to eat her until she was dead was a small form of torture of us. If she took too long to die, we'd begin to eat her alive.

It may sound gross to a human, but we ate our dead 'siblings' they were good nutrients and increased our power marginally. The eldest would take the part they wanted, they usually went for the heart or the brain, then the second, the third and so on. I was ninth. So it wasn't like I was left with nothing. I could usually get a nice chunk of bloody, fatty tail. We all settle down and watch the dying Dragon in front of us. Soon. I growl and soon the ravine is filled with the sounds of starving Dragons. We growl and hiss, impatiently waiting for the girl's death. The scent of blood is heavy and after an agonising wait, her heart flutters to a stop and her twitching ceases. With a roar the eldest lunges forward and captures his prize. I hiss in agitation as all the good parts are taken. When my turn comes I consider the half eaten carcass. Most of her flesh has been torn from her bones and carried away. Droplets of red decorate the once grey stone walls and the scent of death is thick in the air. I hack at the dead female and tear off her tail, the younger Dragons hiss in annoyance and I let my wings unfold from my back and fly low along the bottom of the gorge. After a while I reach my place. I see the human clothes neatly folded on a rock and I lay down to eat my 'sister.' As I chew the tough meat I can taste her. I can taste her pain and her terror at being killed over a simple mistake. I stop eating. Damn you human crap. I pick up the clothes in my bloody teeth and run out. I leave the tail there, knowing someone else will pick it up and devour it in seconds. I search for a pond or lake. Somewhere I can scrub away all the traces of blood.

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