~~Can't Find Love? Rubbish!~~
!IDEAS WELCOME!
Characters in the spotlight(tell me if I should include another) All else are side characters and villains:
[Ex-Dr/General Karl Henshin; Gavrin Stone-Fist; Dara & Aventus; Spyro & Cynder; Prince Zakan Carmeleon.].
I would like to talk to three special people before we begin: Iceclaw14; my anonymous reviewer, Person; and JourneyofShadows.
Iceclaw14:
Hey, Iceclaw, You were the best proofreader I ever had. And your advice has made me one of the best authors of the Spyro fandom. You deserve about half the credit for my 1st story and my 2nd in my other series :D. I am wonder, what do you think of the characters now? Before I didn't have a clue how to develop characters and personalities...Now I do. SO what do you thin of the characters and plot so far? Are you interested to see what will happen to Gavrin and Karl? And what do you think of me making out that the trolls I create are descendants of the ancient undead trolls of the games(Shown soon.)? The ones in Dante's Freezer? I look forward to hearing from you, but please review so everybody knows your opinion.
Person:
I have kinda hit a writers block with Chieftess of Clans, and i am so so so sorry for not being able to update. But I will try to make this story so good, you'll almost forget about it. If you reconsider getting an account on the site, I am willing to let you co-write with means you can change thing sup and make chapter better. I wish to hear from you. Get an account on hot mail. It takes like...seconds.
JourneyofShadows:
Thank you so much for proofreading this chapter. I bet you can't wait to see what happens next. Oh and thanks for wishing me happy birthday. You were the very 1st of all, including my real family and friends, to do so.
The very next day, when the sun was brightest, Aventus escorts his sister through the bustling streets of Warfang to meet the matchmaker Aventus promised her the previous night. As usual, she wraps her tail around his and fearful to let go. She would have to let go eventually if she ever wanted to meet her other-half successfully. Before long, they were standing before an open shop in the middle of a small shopping square. In this square, dozens of seafood, jewelry, weapon and general stalls were set up and tended by cheetahs and moles. Even dragons with heavy bags on their leathery armor, were selling strait from their pockets, so to speak, artifacts they found in their flights to the farthest corners of the dragon realms and even beyond to the troll territories.
This particular shop was supervised by a fully grown, middle-aged, but still beautiful Ice Dragoness. She had a powdery blue body and bright magenta belly and wings and yellowish horns. Her face was slightly wrinkled. The giant archway of her store was decorated with golden curtains. She was assisted by two bright green female cheetahs in blue robes and sparkling red bras barely containing their fine-furry jugs.
"Is that her?" Dara asked, "She looks so...old."
"Yep," he nodded as he escorted his sister towards the dragoness and her female cheetah workers, "She's has lots of hatchlings and she's been matchmaking for 30 years...and found matches for over fifty-thousand clients."
Dara faced him with astound, "Fifty-Thousand?!"
He nodded, "In her whole career. And it's not just dragons-she serves the needs of moles and cheetahs too."
"H-h-how many hatchlings she had?"
"Twenty-five."
Dara went wide-eyed and faced her brother with an astounded look, "...Twenty-five!"
"By ten different males. They were all born in a space of five years."
Dara put her tail between her legs "Yowch," she giggled, "All that egg-laying would turn your vagina into an auditorium."
"That's what I told you yesterday," he giggled. He shook his head, "Nah, she's a tough old lizard. Betcha she can have more still."
When they entered the store, Karlotta(car-lot-a) and her handmaidens were preoccupied, sorting files of members of her service, and Aventus tapped a small gong with his tail and cleared his throat.
The dragoness and her assistants faced them. She smiled, recognizing the two famous hatchlings and children of heroes "Aventus, darling," she greeted with a husky voice and German accent, "So glad to see you're taking up dating," she faced Dara, "And this must your shy, clingy sister, Dara."
Aventus blushed, "I'm signing myself and my sis up." He pointed a paw at Dara, "My sister here thinks she'll never find love...all because she's so clingy towards me and has a slight speech problem."
Her eyes went wide and she craned her head down to dara, "Can't find love?" Dara nodded in response, shameful. "Can't find love?!" she asked in a louder tone, "Rubbish, dear. Every dragoness can find a male." She rose to her usual hight and continued, "When I'm done with you," She began to tremble pleasurably, "You'll have every pretty cock chasing you."
"But can you find me someone who I can spend my life with?" she asked concernedly, her voice trembling, "I don't just want good sex, or a marriage, but also a true love."
"Of course, dear," she reassured.
"I'm ready to begin," Aventus announced.
"Splendid, darling. We'll start with you." She enthusiastically picked up Aventus to the excess skin of his neck and placed him on a foam mat on her counter. Her cheetah handmaidens used towels soaked with brandy to deodorize and polish his scales all over. It was then that another cheetah came in with a bulky camera on a tripod "Pose," she commanded. Aventus struck a handsome pose, before the camera fired and smoke filled the room. When the camera was reloaded, he struck a casual pose, before it fired again. Karlotta's cheetahs then began to ask him countless questions, from important ones like, "How would you spoil a dragoness on your first date?" to, "Would you have first-date-sex if she asked you?" Then it changed to normal questions like, "Would you ever try to change a dragoness if she married you?" and, "Would you allow your female to introduce you to new arts and hobbies and food-tastes and etc?" among dozens of others.
Aventus gave good answers for them all, and removed himself from the counter "That's all I can say for now. I'll fill out the rest later."
"Wonderful, darling. I will find you a match in no time." She then faced Dara, "Your turn," and she picked up Dara and placed her before the camera. Though merely a few feet from her brother, she already began to tremble the minute Karlotta released her "Strike a sexy pose, dear. All the males will see this picture when they read your file. So be eye-catching and hardon-bringing like I was," she giggled. Dara gulped a bile in her throat and simply turned tail to the camera, raised her tail, and looked back at it, smiling weakly.
"No-no-no-no-no!" Karlotta shook her head, "That's a rubbish pose. I never said, 'show your fanny'"
"I-I-I'm trying my best," she whimpered softly.
Karlotta took little heed to her sorrow, and hovered over her "Dara...You want to meet pretty boy, ja?"
She nodded weakly
"You want to...have lots of beautiful hatchlings at your feet?"
"Of...of course I do, ma'am."
She craned her head down to Dara's level, "Well...pose!" she said firmly, causing her to gasp, "And no 'vagina hiding place' shots. No fannies!...Showing genitals too early comes off as slaggy, thus you only attract dirty old males."
Dara broke out into a soft cry in the middle of her sentence, "But I don't know what to do."
Aventus couldn't bare to see his sister suffer. He leapt up, and joined his sister on the counter. He wrapped his tail around her body and licked her neck affectionately "C'mon, sister. You can strike amazing poses, I know you can."
When she finally stopped crying, she playfully bit him on the neck, her way of silently saying, 'You've been supportive. Thank you.'
"Perhaps you could help your cowardy sister strike a pose, ja?" suggested Karlotta
He eyed the matchmaker maliciously "She's not a coward, quite the OPPOSITE actually, Karlotta! She just needs me to be with her." Once done evil-eyeing the Ice Dragoness, his eyes joined with Dara's "I'll help you strike your 1st pose and supervise." He then took his place at her side, wrapped his tail around hers and rotated her so she was facing side-on with the camera. He bent her tail around so it was between her and the camera in an appealing manner. He left her statued like that and removed himself from the counter, and out of frame. "Smile seductively," he instructed. Dara put the perfect lips-closed smile and fluttered her eyes "That's excellent!"
The cheetah took her photo and a flash lit the room once again, followed by smoke.
"Pretty good, dear," Karlotta complimented, "Soon every available cock'll be after you, ja...Now, two more times."
"But Aventus only had one."
"We dragonesses have at least three, dear."
"Dara, try this," Aventus rolled on his back and swayed his tail across the floor.
Dara smiled and copied him, only she had her head slightly hanging over the counter and smiling with a seductive eye at the camera.
When it was taken, Aventus showed her a final, fabulous pose. "Try this one," he stood on his hind legs like a canine pleading its master for a treat, only smiling and facing forwards, "I see them doing this all the time in the burlesque houses. Gets me excited."
Dara copied that pose as best she could before the camera flashed.
When the photo-taking was done, the handmaidens began to ask her questions "Dara, how would you like your first date?"
"Um...candle-lit dinner or a drink at the inns. Or-or-or maybe nice walk holding tails."
She scribbled into the file, "Good-good. And how would you like your male in general or detail?"
"In general, I'd like him to be faithful and comforting, just like my brother, here. He should listen to what I say almost all the time, at least. In detail, it be bonus if he was an Ice Dragon or a Wind Dragon like myself, but I-I-I-I don't wanna be...too particular of the species of male."
"Splendid. And do you want hatchlings any time soon? Males love dragonesses who want family, you know."
"Of course I do," she nodded passionately with a smile, "Lots of 'em. Gorgeous ones."
"Would you want to join his family or have him join yours?"
"Join mine, if possible."
The cheetah then took an ink-soaked pad and a parchment from bellow the counter and placed it before her "Your print, please." Dara painted her paw and pressed it on the parchment. The cheetah woman began to blow it dry. "Madam will find you a match and send one of us over to show you your matches and you can choose who, where and when to meet him."
Dara blinked, "You mean it's all up to me whether to meet in person or not?"
"Of course, dear. The female always decides."
"Th-th-this is better than I expected!" she shrieked, before joining her brother in leaving, holding tails.
"I just know famous kids like us'll find a life-mate." Aventus kissed her neck and leads her back home
It was the moment the teenage dragons finished signing up for dating...that the escapee trolls on their feisty female mount, Star, were flying in freezing clouds, over an ocean with a crust of thin, shattering ice. Ice crystals develop in their hair as they approach an unfamiliar continent.
"Where the hell are we?" Gavrin cried out, "Dragon realms? Dragons cannot live in such a place, surely?"
Karl hesitated before he went awestruck at the sight of an ancient troll fortress from a thousand years ago "Dante's Freezer," he breathed.
"What?!"
"Dante's Freezer...Dammit! We've taken a wrong turn. Or this is just within the way to the dragon realms."
Gavrin shrugged, "So we'll just push on."
"Erm..." Karl began to rub the back of his neck, "There's something else...I thought we'd be in Warfang Twilight Falls or Avalar by now...I dunno the way from here."
"You mean we're lost?!" Gavrin's stomach was as if there was a stone in it and he almost burst out in tears
"Not exactly," Karl began, so is not to let the teen burst out in tears "You see, a thousand years ago, our ape-figured ancestors knew the entire world like their own home. They were even at ease with the dragons...That was before the 1st queen of the Carmeleon family took control of the species and built cities on Valdin."
"What are you getting at?" Gavrin asked, impatient.
"There should be a stone map inside the war-room of the fortress here. If its relatively intact, I can read it."
He shrugged with a angry sigh "If it's the only way."
As they approached the fortress, Gavrin caught sight of the gigantic battle zeppelin, powerhouse to a familiar troll of the Carmeleon family. He raised a trembling finger to it "The Courageous Minge!"
Karl looked up, caught sight of it, and shared his terror "By the gods, what's it doing here?!"
"I dunno and don't care. All I know is that it's here, and most likely looking for us. Star, dive!" He gave her a kick and she dived for the now-thicker ice bellow. She came a hover, a land, and then began to walk across it towards the fortress, through a strong wind.
On the flight deck of the Courageous Minge, Zakan Carmeleon sits with his legs crossed in his chair behind the captain's. The helmsman carefully steers the slow, but heavy craft around the tallest, towering, icy mountain in Dante's Freezer, while his navigators look through brass telescopes to search for the fugitives, Gavrin Stone-Fist and Karl Henshin...When all of a sudden, a blue bulb lights on the control panel and a buzz reaches the helmsman's ears. He knew the bulb would not light unless another zeppelin was within two miles and was signaling for contact.
"My prince, we're being hailed by another vessel."
"Well answer it, darling," Zakan commanded.
"This is Courageous Minge responding. Please state the nature of your presence here," he commanded firmly.
The voice was the bassy, distorted, sinister one of Vaulta Stone-Fist, "General Vaulta Stone-Fist speaking. Aboard the Interceptor-class vessel, Hardon-Purger. I'm seeking council with Prince Zakan Carmeleon. I am hunting the fugitives who escaped from Valdin also."
"Forgive me, General," he plead before turning to his prince, "My prince, it's General Vaulta Stone-Fist. His vessel's approaching and they wish to dock. He says he's hunting the youngling and the Dr too."
"That's outrageous. I'm more than capable of finding those two," He dug his claws into the arm of his chair before he commanded, "Put that freak-of nature on speakers."
"Freak of Nature? Takes one to know one, Prince Herm," one of the navigators giggled whisperingly, causing his nearby companions to snicker.
The prince grabbed his mouthpiece and the flight decks speakers hissed to life "General, turn back! These escapees are mine to claim, so mother may appreciate me."
The voice of General Vaulta boomed form the speakers, "Her majesty believed you'd require assistance."
"That's bull," the prince growled, oblivious to the generals anger, "My hundreds of conscripts aboard alone are enough to bring these two to justice. What my ma has told you has lead you to waist fuel and time coming here."
"Whether you like it or not, Zakan, we're helping! I have a squad of Banshee Terror Soldiers and a hundred conscripts ready to clean out the fortress."
"You have no idea what terrors await in those ancient walls. This place is a tomb for our primitive ancestors...our undead, ape-figured, ancestors. Turn back, or I'll order your airship destroyed!" he threatened.
"I have permission from Enola Carmeleon herself."
Zakan slapped his forehead "Urg! That stupid mother o' mine," he said quietly, before telling Vaulta, "Fine. I'll scour the continent, and you can search the ancient fortress. You go ahead, darling. Working together. That's what pals do, right? Yeah. Real friendly like." Prince Zakan signaled the helmsman to cut the connection and the speakers turned off with a pop, and Zakan put down his microphone.
Aboard the Hardon-Purger, General Vaulta growls, having been hung up on by the prince, "What that pretty boy needs is a nice big cock up his arse!"
"Our Banshee Terror Soldiers are ready to deploy, General," informed the captain.
"Excellent." Vaulta approached a window of the flight deck, and stared down at the snow-drowned ancient ruins "Be ready, Gavrin...Daddy's coming," he cackled.
Meanwhile, aboard the Courageous Minge, one of the navigators spots the fugitives crunching the snow and leading their dreadwing into he fortress "My prince! I think I found them!" he shrieked joyfully, bouncing on his feet, "I found Gavrin and Henshin."
"You did!" Zakan sprang from his throne and ran towards the navigator and his telescope. "Gimme that, darling!" he said with a cackle as he pushed the navigator off his fee and took his place at the scope. Through the slightly bubbly, dirty lense, he could see Gavrin leading his faithful dreadwing into the fort by the reins. Ex-Dr/General Karl Henshin next to him "A delicious sight! We must find them before General Vaulta does."
Gavrin, Karl walking beside him, decides to lead Star the rest of the way towards the gates of the fort. A pained grunt caused him to turn eye to Karl. He was limping "You alright, Karl?"
"Y-yah. In my old age, your joints just go all over the place..." He pointed a Star maliciously "Plus she dropped me real hard back in Tall Plains."
Star hissed loudly and maliciously, her way of saying, 'Like I care,' or 'screw you!'
Gavrin stopped and pulled her closer with the reins "Did you drop master's friend hard?!"
she nodded with a wheezing, dreadwing laugh, her way to say, 'Erm...yep.'
"Naughty! For that, you owe him a ride for the rest of the day, help him soothe that leg of his." Star protested with a stick out of her tongue "Oh, come on. If you do that for Karl, I get you some rats to eat," he promised.
Star bounced on her feet playfully and drooled.
"Yah, there's lots in the fort, I betcha. Taste better than that beef jerky they feed you back in Gutstone stables. All you have to do is let Karl ride you for a few hours."
Star pressed her belly to the snow and allowed Karl to board her, before Gavrin got her on her legs and wings towards the fortress.
Karl began to run his fingers through the fine, silky bright red fur on her back. "You have a very hairy back...I love that in a woman."
Star went wide-eyed in fear at his words with a, "Hmm?!" sound.
Before long, the trolls and their mount stood before the rotten, wooden gates of the ancient fortress. At either side of it, two frozen, primitive ancestors of the trolls were statued in an angry pose. While Star and Karl, on her back, laid back, Gavrin examined the frozen being closely.
He put his face close to its red beard "Man. We were so ugly a thousand years ago." The primitive beings icy prison shattered and a pudgy, rotten hand grasped Gavrins neck, causing him to choke and grasp the brittle flesh of its arm. It unleashed its foul breathe in his face.
Star screamed in terror, followed by anger as she rushed to his aid. She unleashed her dreadwing sonic scream and knocked the creature off its feet, shattering it's brittle being, and knocking her master over in the process, luckily not harming him permanently.
The enemies rotten arm was still grasping his neck and he ripped it off and threw it, before getting on his feet, having trouble because of minor inner-ear damage. "Girl, I appreciate your protectiveness of me...but please don't scream at master."
Star stuck out her tongue and raspberry'd, feeling her master was ungrateful.
"Ah, but thank you," he gave her a peck on the forehead.
She and Karl suddenly gasped at the sight of four, sword wielding undead ancients drooling towards them from inside he fortress "Gavrin, behind you!" Karl drew his Grublin-Mincer pistol and shredded two of the creatures. Star knocked the other two of their feet with her scream, but they were laying unharmed. When they rose to their feet, Star didn't have the energy to scream again for a few minutes.
Gavrin was left choiceless but to use his rifle, which jammed at the time he had most needed it...when they were charging for him "Oh shite!"
"Gavrin, catch!" Karl threw him his brass-handled iron cutlass.
Gavrin caught it by the handle and swung it around using the weight of his being, just in time to cut one of them in half at the waist. It wheezed to death and Gavrin turned his attention to the other one, who swung furiously at the boy. He was barely able to block the three strike before he lunged into its rib cage. He then pulled it out, swung his being around, cutting it in half. "How's that?" he giggled.
"Brilliant, boy. Now lets search this fort for a map." Gavrin lead Karl and Star within the fortress walls. Lining the walls were dozens of frozen beings. Star stood before a large black door, held together with gigantic, primitive nails. Karl grasped her as she leaned on the door and pushed it open for her master. When they slammed open, the undead beings ice shattered and they began to holler with their swords risen high. They began to charge for them. The two trolls and their mount stood ready for them...when a roaring engine reached their ears and a shadow consumed the area, causing them to freeze in fear...Even the undead ancestors of trolls feel fear. Soon, an Interceptor-class zeppelin hovered overhead
The interceptor was so named because it was light, fast and maneuverable, even more than the Blood Angel. It had four engines on the front and rear halves of the gondola, mounted on the sides. It had no belly gunners, but front-mounted ones. Like all other zeppelins, its balloon was protected by chainmail and scales. It's soul purpose was speed and ability to take down airborne targets, but it could drop troops.
The voice of Gavrins father boomed from the exterior speakers, "Son, daddy's come for you!" he cackled.
The three entered the dark fortress and Star slammed the doors shut behind them.
"You can't hide from a general!"
The undead soldiers on the ground began to fire arrows at the craft. Soon, Banshee Terror Soldiers fast-roped down and swung their staffs. The undead charged for them and were rewarded with limbless bodies as they were torn apart by the a few remained barely alive and used their arms to drag their legless beings. Two of the Banshee Terror Soldiers stood upon them and be-headed them. Vaulta then fast-roped down and joined his elites.
He drew his iron sword and clenched a fist, "The boy and that traitorous Dr can't be far within," he pointed his sword for the ancient doors, "Break it. A promotion and 500 gold for the one who brings me Gavrin...2,000 gold alive, so I can teach him a lesson myself."
The Banshee Terror Soldiers used the blunter, heavier sides of their staffs and began to hack at the door.
In their home, Spyro and Cynder prepare lunch for their children. Cynder peels hares, then gives them to Spyro so he can stuff it with spring onions, herbs and tartar sauce. The children wait in the living room on a fur, holding tails. They're both anxious to hear back from the legendary matchmaker they earlier visited.
She nudged his neck with her snout to gain his attention "Aventus, do you think I can find a nice guy soon?"
"Definitely, sis," he reassured with a smile, "With the matchmaking services, males are browsing the files of dragonesses, not the other way around."
"Shouldn't you be...fishing then?"
"I'll do it tomorrow. But you'll definitely have matches after you before I do." It was at that moment there was a knock at the door. He and Dara went to answer it "We'll get it, mom. You guys just fix our meals." Aventus took the ropy handle in his jaws and pulled it open. They were both awestruck at the sudden appearance of one of Karlotta's handmaidens
"Dara, dear. I have here," she pulled four files from her bag, "files of four males interested in you. They want to meet you...bad."
Aventus smiled at her, "Told you so. Every cock'll be after you in a week...poking out and dripping pre as they run after you," he laughed beyond control, his eyes closed and laughing to the sky.
Dara slapped him with her tail "Shut up!" She turned to the handmaiden "When do they want to meet me? And where?"
"They all want to meet you today. They'd love to buy you a meal and beverage at the Winking Wyvern Inn." She handed Aventus the files, who took them in his teeth for his sister "You can keep these to look at. We have copies."
She smiled "Thanks." Her mood then wen tot her usual, shy and insecure state, "But...are they just after sex? I want someone who'll stay with me. Who'll listen to what I say, comfort me."
"They match your criteria, dear. Fear not." She bowed to them and departed, before Aventus shut the door.
"Who was that, kids?" Cynder asked.
"It was the handmaiden of the matchmaker, Karlotta. She's given us files on Dara's matches."
Cynder dropped what she was doing and left Spyro to finish lunch. While Aventus neatly laid out the files, Cynder pushed him out of the way and opened them up, curious and concerned for her daughter. After mere seconds of reading the profiles, Cynder was already concerned about her daughter dating. "Erm...Dara, I don't want you going anywhere isolated with these males, Okay?"
"It's alright, mom," she pressed her side to Aventus and pecked his neck, "Aventus'll be there to watch me."
"Don't worry, om. Any horny bastard tries to mount Dara without her consent, They're dead!" he cackled.
As Cynder flipped through the first dossier, a tattered parchment was revealed "There's a note here." Cynder began to read it "Says this one wants to meet you today at 2PM at the Winking Wyvern."
Dara panicked, "Only half an hour away! We'll have to gulp our lunch down."
Gavrin and Henshin board Star, and she uses her trained eyes to take them deeper into the mountain fortress. Karl and Gavrin have their weapons poised for any more adversaries, whether they be the undead, ape-figured ancestors of their species, or the Banshee Terror Soldiers under the command of Gavrin's own father.
The, water-leaking, rotten-smelling tunnel eventually branches out into a large chamber.
"Hey," Gavrin got Karl's attention. "Ha," he yelped towards the ceiling. From his ears, he could tell they had left the tunnel and the room was gigantic. He gave Star a stroke on the fur "Keep walking, girl." Star continued on and Gavrin drew a zippo lighter and managed to light a small area around them. Star then walked a notch faster as she spotted potential source of full-room light, an iron bowl of oil. She stand close to it, just so her master can see it, and shrieked, her way of saying, 'Master, look.'
"Well spotted girl," he praised as he leaned over and lit it. Slowly, the room began to glow. It was as large as an auditorium. Dozens of stone benches were set up before a gigantic organ. Between the two groups of benches was a magenta carpet. Some of the pipes on the organ were slightly bent, but looked like it could still play well.
"This must be an area for worship for the ancient trolls," Gavrin suggested.
"It is," nodded Karl, staring at the doors at the side of the room, "But keep your voice down. This place is over 1000-years-old and unstable. And most probably battle-weakened."
Before, long, Karl's old leg acted up again and he boarded Star. She cooperated, not wanting a hassle from her master.
Gavrin was curious and examined the organ. The skeleton of an ancient troll still sat, his feathery-light, hands resting on the keys
'Man, we were ugly, ape-figured people back then,' he thought. Gavrin tried to take off the skeletons ghostly hood, but instead it began to crack, and fell on over 10 of the organ keys. It sent a ear-splitting, screaming noise throughout the cavernous area of worship. Karl blocked his ears and Star screamed, thinking she was having a screaming contest with a fellow mount. Skeletons sitting on the benches were decapitated from the vibration. Soon, a pillar broke from from ceiling was falling towards one of the side walls. When it hit, it was like a rock slide. When the dust cleared, it revealed a tunnel deeper into the mountain fortress. Rats on the other side squeaked in panic and disappeared into it.
The three gathered before the new tunnel "The ancients must've sealed this off for some reason," examined Karl, "I don't know what it is: An escape route? A general passageway? It sure isn't a natural tunnel. I can see the tool-marks from digging."
While the ex-Dr/general was engrossed in examining the tunnel, Gavrin turned to a faint noises of orders being shouted, coming from the way they came in. He felt like his ribs would burst when he heard the voice of his father and the echoes of their iron boots "I don't care what it is...Just tell me it's good enough to hide in...'CAUSE WE'RE GONNA HAVE COMPANY!" he squealed.
Karl heard the orders being shouted too. He, Gavrin and star entered the tunnel, her squeezing through. Karl threw one of his sticky, red grenades and re-sealed it with a small explosion.
Only seconds later, Vaulta and 4 Banshee Terror Soldiers occupied the cavernous cathedral. The general could almost smell the scent of his son's faithful pet and drew his iron sword "They can't be far!"
Aventus escorts his shivering sister through the streets of Warfang, barely lit with the sunset, towards the Winking Wyvern Inn. He wraps his tail around hers and sways them in an effort to comfort her. His efforts paid off, because she playfully nipped his neck and licked his face. When they arrived at the Winking Wyvern, Dara and Aventus sat at one of the tables on one of the indoor balconies overlooking the bottom floor of the inn.
While his sister shivers in anxiety, looking around for her first potential life-mate, Aventus looks at the said dragons file "Alright, this first male's Quaken(Quay-ken) Ju'an an Earth Dragon, age 17, and he's looking for long-term or life just like you. His interests and hobbies include: Hunting, hand-fishing, history, and snuggling in bed."
Dara spots a glistening-scaled, blood-red-bellied, forest-green, young Earth Dragon inter the inn. He lays on a fur before one of th dragon-suited tables of the inn and begins conversing with the cheetah waitress "Th-that's him," she gasped. "I haven't a clue what to do, brother."
"Just initiate the conversation and discuss an interest you share. I'll be up here watchin' you." Aventus gave her a nudge and she departed to meet her match.
At the sight of her, Quaken shrieked, "Dara, please sit down," swaying his tail across the floor.
Dara giggled weakly and took her rightful place at the other send of the small table "H-hey, Quaken," she stuttered, "You got here just in time."
"I've been sent lots of files of matches and all they want is a quick humping...then I feel used," he chuckled weakly.
Dara, uncomfortable, changed the topic, "So...what do you like to do for fun? I like to fly around at night in Twilight Falls and watch the vegetation glow many colors."
"Ooh I like to go there and catch some of those salmon in the river. Can you believe they can survive a drop from the waterfall?! Incredible."
"Y-e-a-h," she giggled weakly. 'Professional matchmaker my tail,' she thought, 'this guy's a brutish halfwit.'
"But I do like nature," he reassured, "When I was five, I used to go swimming at the beach and got so deep, I got to look at coral: Gorgeous."
Dara and Quaken talked for a few minutes. But this was clearly not the male for her.
Half an hour had gone by since Gavrin, Karl and Star managed sealed the tunnel behind them, and they run towards a light at the end. This light lead them to an ancient platform on the mountain and into a biting cold and lightly-falling snow. Gavrin and Karl get stones in their stomachs at what they are witnessing on the ground bellow: The Valdin Kingdum was garrisoning and fortifying the ancient fortress bellow. The Courageous Minge, Hardon-Purger and several Blood Angel zeppelins circle it, protecting it.
"By the gods. If they're building a permanent base here, it can only mean one thing...All-out invasion," feared Karl.
Gavrin went wide-eyed and faced him, "On the dragon realms?!"
"Most likely. If this base is complete, they'll launch a full invasion on Warfang."
"Is there anything we can do?"
"No. It's hopeless. Our only hope is if the dragons themselves destroy it first."
"But they don't even know it's here!" cried out the sorrowful teenager. He began to think that his new life in the dragon realms would be ruined by the efforts of the queen."
"They'll take at least five weeks to assemble this fort and train a suitable force for the fleet...We might be able to create a stir."
Some joy was bought back to Gavrin as he faced Karl "You mean it? How?!"
"Well...," Karl began to scratch his chin, "Ancient trolls used jars of flammable jelly in their catapults..." He got a superb idea and faced the teenager, "Can Star fly fast?"
"Fast? Me and her outran an entire flock of Wyverns once...after I shot five of the little pricks 'n' made 'em mad."
"Great!" proclaimed Karl. "If we can find these, we may be able to take a bite out of their building efforts and buy the dragons some time."
And so the teenager and the ex-Dr/General returned to exploring the ancient fort.
Gavrin took Star's reins and lead her back inside, following Karl "C'mon, girl," he made clicking noises with his gums, "Master'll find you some juicy rats," he promised.
After five minutes of creeping through the ancient-troll-made tunnels leading to the highest levels of the fort, the sound of squeaking reached Gavrins ears. With an oily torch in his hand, he lit an area in the corner, revealing a group of rats. He pounced on one and got it by the tail and faced his loyal pet "Star, wook what master has for you," he giggled, waving it before her.
Star hissed and drooled playfully, kneeling forward like a canine, silently pleading him to toss her the rat. He teased her for a moment, before she screamed in frustration, her language for, 'lemme have it, master!'
Gavrin laughed, "Hear you are, baby girl," and tossed her the rat, which she caught in her jaws with a small leap and a touch of skill. It crunched and screamed in her jaws as she swallowed it in less than 5 seconds. Such succulent meat made her feel loved and complimented her undying loyalty to Gavrin.
He took her fast-gorging as a sign "Oh crap, I forgot. You haven't eaten since Tall Plains. Don't worry. Master will get some more rats." As Gavrin followed Karl, he used the butt of his rifle to kill a few rats and tossed them to his pet of never-ending loyalty. They eventually came to a set of gigantic, stone stairs, which the trolls and even Gavrin's gigantic pet could use easily. They climbed it for an agonizing half hour before they were now at the highest level of the fortress. Here, ancient trolls generals and warlords would plot and sleep, and even house a royal guest if need be. But Gavrin and Karl were here for one thing-the explosive jars their primitive ancestors used for their long-range weaponry. Karl almost knew they would keep their most sophisticated weaponry in such a place.
They didn't have to search this place for long, as Karl strayed a short distance from Star and Gavrin and used his lighter to light a torch in the largest chamber. When the room began to glow, what he saw astounded him: Their were dozens of 30-gallon urns. In excitement, he spouted towards the doorway behind him, "Psst, Gavrin, I think I found something."
Gavrin tied his pet to a metal bar in the wall and joined Karl in the largest chamber. He was filled with enthusiasm and approached them lively to inspect them. His enthusiasm was purged by what he saw, "They're empty, doc," he said, disappointed.
"Don't loose faith now, Gavrin. The ancients would have stored their fuel for their bombs separately." He escorted Gavrin out and they eventually found a chamber nearby...bearing barrels of oil.
Karl got his army knife and forced out the cork in the side of one and horrible smelling oil oozed from it and onto the fllor. He quickly re-corked the barrel and took in the vapor of the oil. He smiled deviously, "From what my nose tells me, I think it's safe to say...we found some fuel," he chuckled.
Gavrin had his fingers in his nostrils "I'm gonna be sick," he gagged.
While Karl was rolling the barrel out of the room, he asked, "You like it? Oh, wait," he giggled, "I mean you hate it."
Gavrin, following, his nose still clutched, said nasally,"It's like something crawled up my nose and then died."
"Excellent. It's a thicker, ancient version of the sticky, boiling chemical the Valdin Kingdom uses today for our artillery."
Gavrin could barely understand the Dr's wide tongue, "And in plain English that would mean...?"
Karl turned head to him and smiled, "Napalm."
"Napalm!" Gavrin triumphantly gasped, "The tide has turned."
Dara had a meal with all the males she was to meet today to determine who she'd have a long-term relationship with. Once they had a meal with her and talked, she realized they weren't for her and sent them home with as much sincerity as she could muster. She didn't know if it was her stuttering or her trembling that sent them away...but her brothers surveillance helped her push on, and meet all her dates.
She was now down to the last on the list, a pure-bred fire dragon, a golden underbelly, horns, wings and scythe, and scarlet scales with black dots across his spine. He was around her own age. His name was Haxen.
"But I want to be a good male for you!" he cried out, almost making a scene in the Winking Wyvern.
Dara shook her head, "I'm sorry, Haxy boy, you're just not my type. It's not you, it's me. So please don't take it personally."
He shed a tear "You think I'm ugly, dontcha?" he eventually broke out whimpering.
"No-no-no-no. Don't fall to pieces on me," me plead.
He slammed his face on the table and cried into.
Dara had a thought and nudged his head back up, before playfully biting it "Tell you what," she began, their eyes meeting, "You've been a amazing; buying me the best lobster and Caesar Salad I've ever had...So...why don't we make this date special." Dara was brave to give such an offer to this male she barely knows, a rarity for her. Maybe it was her brother keeping watch that made her confident.
His eyes popped open as she licked his face clean of tears "Are you...are you saying you want to have..."
Before he could find the appropriate word for it, she nodded, "So long as you're gentle...and most importantly, clean."
He nodded passionately, "Oh, yeah, I'm clean. I can be gentle."
Dara took his confidence as a turn on and surrendered, cracking her neck, and raising her shoulders, "OK. You go get us a bottle of brandy and one those little vanilla cigars. I'll go rent us a room from the keeper and you can join me."
"Hell yeah," he giggled as he tore form he seat and ran towards the bar, nearly knocking over empty chairs on his way.
Before Dara could talk to the inn keeper, she realized what she had done, and went upstairs to speak with Aventus.
At the sight her, being more fearful than usual, as she rested her head on his neck "W-w-whats the matter, sis?"
"I just offered Haxen sex on a golden plate. What do I do? wadda I do?" she asked with a tongue that could rival Volteer's.
"Is he clean?" he asked concernedly
"How do I know?"
"Well...did he smell bad when you nuzzled him?"
"No."
"Are the scales on his face nice and even? No bald patches?"
"He looks healthy."
He broke from the cuddle and faced her with a smile "Then what the hell are you worried about? You can have some fun with him; some 'friendly goodbye' sex."He gave pecked her snout and she was about to enthusiastically depart "Wait sis. I have something for you to use...for safety reasons. Incase he asks you for full vaginal intercourse." He twisted his neck around and probed around inside the bag strapped to his being. He pulled out a corked vile, holding it by the ribbon of its neck. It was filled with some strange blue liquid.
"What's that?"
"Birth control syrup. 'The #1 choice for the promiscuous dragoness'...That's what the alchemist told me."
"What does it do?" she asked stupidly.
"Urg, exactly what it says! You drink it, and it temporarily prevents you from producing viable eggs in your womb. It's a miracle of alchemy. I think you should drink some right now. Don't worry, it only lasts for 12 to 24 hours maximum."
"Erm...OK." Aventus uncorked it and Dara took the vile in her mouth and pointed her head to the sky. She cringed at the taste, but if what her brother was saying is true, it would allow her to have all the pleasure she wanted with no consequences.
When she consumed it, he gave her a kiss on the neck "Good luck." Dara smiled and departed with a skip in her step "Have fun."
Dara giggled at those last two words. She quickly went to the mole inn keeper "I'd like a room with a single, adult-dragon-sized bed and an open fireplace." She handed the mole ten ounces of gold.
"I suggest room 5 then. Third floor." he reached into his bag and took out a brass key with a '5' engraved on it.
She took it in her jaws "And can you tell that scarlet Fire Dragon at the bar, 'Your baby doll's in room 't be afraid to sneak?' He'll know what it means."
"Certainly," bowed the mole.
she smiled and went upstairs. Aventus followed, but kept distance so is not to spook her date and blow his cover. Though she was barely old enough to please a male, she was full of enthusiasm. She only hoped Haxen would feel the same.
When she found the room, she plunged the key in and turned it with her teeth. When she entered, she took time to admire the room. It was her dream room to make love in. She took some oil from a jug in the corner, poured it on the wood in the fireplace and used the supplied matches to light it.
!Sex Scene Just Ahead!
(skip to the next marker if you're offended.)
"Much better," she breathed, taking in the heat as she lifted her tail to it. She climbed onto the bed and moaned as she slithered under the covers. Never have she felt their equal in softness and soothing. She curled up and rested her head on the pillow. Her opera house was loosened and moistened by the anticipation. She didn't have to wait long, however, as Haxen slowly creaked the door open, a paper bag in his jaws, most likely containing the cigar and brandy she wanted. In the semi-darkness, Haxen couldn't see her until she swayed her tail across the bed and breathed, "Come closer, big boy." he laid the bag on the floor and unleashed a playful, sexy growl as he leapt to join her on the bed, causing her to yelp in surprise.
She fully exposed her head and allowed him to kiss it all over from the neck up, further arousing her. He then used his claws to massage her shoulders, causing her to raise and lower her tail then drop it on the bed with a thud. Her muscles began to relax as he rubbed.
To repay him, Dara placed her paws on the back of his neck and licked his face. She paused to maul him in kisses between every few words, commanding, "Get...under here...big boy."
He obliged and joined her under the covers. They then wrapped tails and Haxen squeezed her tight. Eventually, Dara ceased mauling him in kisses, as did he with her, and she asked, breathy, "Could you...kiss my...," she swayed their tails across the bed, "ta-ta?"
"If you like that." Haxen ripped away the sheets. Dara rolled on her back and spread her hind legs. Haxen drooled at the sight of her sex: Blue and never-touched. His for the night, as part of her 'friendly-goodbye-sex.'
"Treat it gently, Okay?"
"I will." He have her a peck on the snout, followed by a whole series of sucking kisses from neck down. He massaged her sides as he kissed her belly, causing her to moan and even her breath to tremble. He then gave her thighs gentle strokes as he admired her sex with hsi eyes. Before long, he began to admire it with his tongue, closing his eyes and spreading it across it like butter, locking her unique shape in his mind. Dara was only mildly pleasured...until he gave her hood a gentle suck, causing her to gasp and dig her front claws into the bed...but she was son disappointed when he stopped
"What's the matter?"
"I don't know what to do, Dara. I've never had sex, much less given oral pleasure."
"Just do whatever. So long as you don't bite or suck too hard, you can't hurt me."
That was all the encouragement Haxen needed to return to her sex. He pressed his snout to it and began to take in her unique scent, heavenly scent. It made his tail twitch and his back muscles to crawl. He soon had enough of merely smelling it, and began to plunge his tongue in and out of her egg-canon. She moaned, "Baby," every few seconds as well as the occasional, "Daddy," as he ate out the luxurious female. He then tried something a little different: He took the hood of her vagina in his lips and began to massage the innards with his tongue, being careful not to lick her pee-hole with disastrous, horrible-tasting consequences.
Meanwhile, Aventus had his ear rested on the door. He pulled a fearful face as to hear her pleasured gasps and moans. "Hang in there, sis,
You've yet receive his cock. Hope he doesn't hurt you," he said with a trembling voice.
As Haxen began to kiss the innards of her playground, Dara wrapped her hind legs around his neck and forced him forward "Come here, Haxen...I want it now," she demanded when he was on top of her. Haxen then aimed his red, wrinkly, 2-foot-long, 3-inch-thick cock for her hole and plunged in, gaining a pleasurable scream from her as she held him in mild pain. She moaned of a mixture of pleasure and pain as he began to buck with all his might.
As he bucked, he stopped in disappointment when she commanded, "Whoa wait! Stop-stop-stop!" She removed himself from the warmth beneath him and faced him with a deviant smile "I think you've earned a little oral service yourself."
He went wide-eyed "Are you saying..."
She nodded passionately with a smile "It'll be allot better than just hip on hip action and intercourse."
"Ha ha ha!" he laughed triumphantly as he stood on all fours and exposed his cock, bobbing with every beat of his heart, dripping pre on the bed by the trickle. She pressed her belly to the bed and slowly shimmied beneath him. She licked the pre slowly off his head. When he was cleaned, she stared at it, confusing him, before she opened her maw and quickly took it in, causing him to gasp in astound and sucked like a vortex as he began to plunge his cock in and out of her maw, her snout tickling his pubic scales.
Before long, while still gorging on his member, she rolled over on her back and began to sway her tail. He looked down and stared at her moist opera house. This caused him to gush a barrage of pre, which filled her mouth and she swallowed it. It tasted icecreamy to her. He took her action as a sign that she wanted more cunnilingus and stuffed his snout into her sex, spreading it, before he licked it furiously. He felt the vibration as she moaned against his cock.
30 minutes and 1 gallon of reproductive jelly on the bed later, Both were nearing their climaxes. Haxen felt as if there was a battle taking place in his seed sack. Dara felt like her entire body was melting.
"Dara, I'm!..."
Dara squeezed his neck with her hind legs, choking him a little while he was about to cum. She exploded her syrup into his mouth, he swashed it around his mouth, and his hot seed filled her belly as she. When she released him, he pulled his aching member from her playground with a sucking noise and collapsed on his side of the bed "Hfft!...And I'm spent," he caught his breathe with a weak chuckle.
She giggled and laid her head on his chest "That was pretty good for your first ever attempt. Are you sure you're a virgin?"
"Well...I was going out with three dragonesses named Ann."
She tilted her head in confusion, "Three females named Ann?"
He smiled, "Yeah...Ann-visible, Ann-flatable and Ann-job," they broke broke out into uncontrollable laughter. When they could control thir laughter, Haxen continued, "So yeah. I've had allot of practice on my paw and toys. I also read allot of books on sex.."
Aventus had his head rested on the door, and smiled with relief, hearing their giggles and even he giggled at the joke "She's fine," he said as he rose to his feet and went downstairs. And so Aventus spent the night sitting at a corner table in the inn, allowing his sister to have a friendly goodbye snuggle with her male...While sipping brandy and taking puffs from the vanilla-infused cigar.
End of Sex Scene
The prince, in charge of the entire fleet of zeppelins over Dante's Freezer, had recently lead them with hsi own to scour the continent and find more suitable places for base-building...Leaving General Stone-Fist to lead the ground forces and build the fort.
In a large tent, one of many in the camp they're building around the ancient fortress, General Vaulta Stone-Fist overlooks a map, with the leading mason in his presence "...And I need the AA guns at every corner, incase those lizards try anything clever."
"Aye, my general," he confirmed, scribbling on a notebook.
"And I want to prince to know, he is in charge of the fleet and I am in charge of the ground forces," he commanded slowly, digging his nails into the map.
"You're determined to find your son aren't you, general?"
"That boy was always too kind and smart for his own good. And he's such a goody-goody. I heard the way he talks about Enola. He's a dragon-simplifier. He bad-mouths our kingdom. And that idiot Dr he's with is even worse."
"Dr/General Karl Henshin? Didn't he assist your wife when she had him?"
"Yes. But I wish he hadn't!" he growled "Nobody touches Valari's vagina but me," he said firmly with a thumb to his being, "And now my son has an unhealthy bond with that old man. He would spend more time in his laboratory than he would at home."
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Little did Vaulta realize, his son, the said Dr, and their dreadwing were preparing themselves for battle on a balcony-like, rocky platform. By this particular time, they has manage to drag five gigantic urns of oil out and Karl used his zippo to light them all, chuckling, "Let's show your da we dragons have friends outside their home!"
"Bring it on!" he said triumphantly as he climbed aboard Star. She and Gavrin waited until Karl lit all five urns and he too boarded Star, taking the back seat. "Hiyah!" yelped Gavrin, snapping her reins.
Star took to the air, flapped viciously to gain speed, and turned around to take a flaming urn in her talons.
Vaulta and the mason, in charge of construction of the new fortress, stroll through an avenue of crude barracks. He points where critical buildings of the fortress must be "And I need the primary armory over there," he said, pointing nine o-clock of them "And the mortar over there."
While he was taking the general's words on his pad, his heart nearly stopped when he heard the popping of rifles on the ramparts. The general thought it was the pvt's in target practice...He was dead wrong.
The mason snapped his head around and could see a brightly-colored dreadwing with a flaming, strange object in its talons. The riflemen were desperately firing their rifles at the creature, but to no avail. It was heading strait for them!
"General, look out!" the mason pounced on the general and got them both just outside the blast radius, but the resulting shock wave rolled them several feet away, grunting with each roll. The explosion left a small firestorm in the center of the fortress. Three riflemen fired their semi-auto, three barreled turret rifles, but they all hisses and snapped past her, and the rider picked them off one by one. They fell over the railing, gargling in agony as she swooped over.
When Vaulta got on his feet, the brightly-colored creature banked, and he caught sight of his son and the traitorous ex-Dr/general, Henshin "That little brat!"
"Damn! Missed!" shouted Karl as Star came to a climb.
"Well lets go get anoth-" Gavrin was cut off by 30-caliber tracers snapping past them, causing them both to fearfully cling to his flying steed. Gavrin turned his head to see 5 riflemen on the ancient ramparts. Karl realized his short-range Grablin Mincer was useless here "Ima dispatch those royalists," announced Gavrin. "Star, frijah(Free-yah.)!" Gavrin ordered her in the Valdin language, as she is trained to know what they mean and what she has to do to the sound of it: make a 180* turn quickly. "Karl, I can shoot better from the backseat. You take her reins to better guide her," he commanded aloud, over the hisses and snaps of a storm a bullets charging for them from bellow.
While they were trading seats aboard her, Karl was dispersed and desperately grasped a handful of her fur, causing her to squeal and bank violently. This action caused her to almost throw him to his death, but instead his foot got caught in the boot-rest of her saddle. His life was hanging by it.
"Karl!" Gavrin yelled, fearing for his companion
"Never mind me," he ordered, trying to help himself back on with his back "Just pick off those marksmen!"
As much as he wanted to help him up, Gavrin needed to take out those snipers. He yanked on the reins to bring her around towards them. He clicked his rifle ready and took aim for one. He waited until the soldier filled the little circle of the sights before he fired. The bullets struck him in the ribs and threw the royalist over the railing, screaming. Gavrin clicked again and shot the head clean off another. He then had his eye keen on a Banshee Terror Soldier. He shot and reloaded twice, but the elite used the blades of his staff to repel the bullets.
While he was trying to stay attached to Star, Karl had to aid Gavrin. He awkwardly reached into his sachel and got one of his unique, sticky grenades. He pulled the pin on it, cooked it for five seconds and then dropped it on the elite. It latched on to the barely-protected sin of the elite. He shouted, "Get it off me!" in desperation, before it exploded and minced him in his own armor. His blood-soaked armor was now scattered across the ramparts.
Gavrin was ever grateful "Thanks, Karl!"
He grunted as he finally re-boarded "You're...welcome."
They left the hail-storm of pistol and rifle fire and tracers hissing behind them and heading for the sky, and Star went to the rocky balcony in the side of the mountain to grab another flaming jar. She did just that with a swoop and quick use of her talons. The jar made a trail of black smoke behind them as they approached the fortress. In desperation, a humanoid creature tried to mount the one portable flak canon they set up. He panted as he turned the wheels to aim for the three
"Blow it apart before it opens up on us!"
"Save the jar," Karl commanded as he reached into his satchel for another grenade, "We need it. Just bring me closer."
Gavrin gave Star and slap to make her dive for the canon at incredible speed. Just before the gunner had them in his sights, they has already swooped over head and the gunner's eyes turned to a strange, ringing red object at his feet. He realized ti was a sticky grenade "Oh f-" he was cut off when it bursted, sending his now-bloody gun clean off its tripod and into the air. In midair, it became a fountain of debris.
"That was sick, Karl!" Gavrin praised.
"Thanks. Now we must take out their radio tower so they wont be able to call for aid."
Being built into one of the ancient towers of the ancient fortress was the said radio tower. They had taken it over like a colony of ants seizing a bee-hive. They lined up with it and Star swung her legs and it bursted through one of the windows, setting it ablaze, before they pulled up just in time. Technicians were set ablaze and fell through the windows, burning like tires.
"Burn, you royalist filth!" cackled Karl.
"Let's go get another and take out the command center," suggested Gavrin enthusiastically. That enthusiasm was purged when a barrage of fuse-lit rockets screamed towards them, causing Star to bank quickly, throwing Karl clean off and plummeting towards a courtyard "Karl!" Luckily, he landed on a mound of snow and Gavrin saw him get on his feet. Gavrin wanted to pick him up, but if they slowed, they would surely be filled with bullets. "Hold on! We'll get you out of there!" promised Gavrin aloud as he and Star swooped over.
When Star and Gavrin left his sight, Karl drew his cutlass and shot pistol at the sight of a horde of conscripts storming through the gates of the courtyard. They were armed with revolvers and katana swords "Bring it, you tyrant-lovers!" he urged them on.
They surrounded him. Three of the novice soldiers screamed for him. He blocked their quick blows with skill until they tired, before ran one through the belly, kicked him off his feet and then de-armed the other two, before finishing them off with his pistol. the rest charged for him, while three stood back and aimed their revolvers for him. He spotted them, "Huh!" he squealed like a cat and leaped over the sword-using conscripts, their guns following him, before he landed and swung his entire being around like a topper, slicing the trolls to death. They fell to the floor and gargled. Karl then poised his Grublin Mincer pistol and shot the others in the faces, reloading quickly after every three shots. Karl then turned and, seeing the gates of the courtyard open, stormed towards them. He was seconds from freedom, when a Banshee Terror Soldier leapt from the ramparts above and the gates were closed by weak conscripts. Its cloak flapped in the air as he plummeted and landed on his steel boots before the Dr.
He swung his staff in an intimidating manner "This is the end for you, Karl Henshin!" the elite boomed
Karl reached into his satchel with a deviant smile, but became fearful and desperate as he realized he was clean out of his trusty grenades "Oh shit."
The Elite then charged for him and Karl quickly drew his cutlass. The elite tried to chop him like a block of wood, but he blocked the blow by holding his sword at both ends and raising it above his head. The elite then charged his strength to swing his being around and chop him at the waist. Karl rolled over, avoided the blade of the staff narrowly, got on his feet quickly and emptied his pistol into the Banshee Terror Soldier's torso...but to avail. The elite waisted no time in having more side-on swings at him, which the Dr avoided by rolling. Eventually, the elite began frustrated and roared as he tried, with every ounce of strength he could muster, to chop Karl as if he were wood while he was on his back. Karl spotted the large heavy blade just in time and rolled again. The blade was plunged into the stony floor beneath the thin layer of snow and ice...It was stuck! Karl got on his feet and took advantage of this opportunity window and leap and latch onto the elites neck while he was trying to pull it form the floor. He then plunged his cutlass blade into the collar of his armor, piercing his skin, flesh and lungs in that order, spurting blood like a fountain, causing the elite to scream and throw him off.
On his back, Karl watched as the elite desperately tried to remove the blade. He couldn't breath, speak and his body was stiffened with the sword. Eventually he chocked on his own fluids and fell to his back, painting the snow around him red. Karl approached the large corpse, pressed a foot to it and removed his sword "Apologies," he began to feel sorry for his fallen foe, "But if you don't want to be killed, you shouldn't work for tyrants." He gave the deceased troll a slap on his helmet, dislodging the iron veil from his face. It revealed a pale, incredibly tight, undead-seaming face. It was as if somebody got the dried face of a dead troll and stretched it over a skull.
This sight mad even Karl, a licensed, qualified Dr and surviving general of many conflicts, want to vomit "Urg!" he gagged "You're a...experiment too." Karl was so engrossed in examining him, he didn't realize immediately that the guns had almost stopped. "Gavrin and Star must be back at the balcony," he hoped. He then approached the closed gates and swung his sword through the crack, breaking the beam and opening them. He was then greeted by the sight of a hundred screaming conscripts and blocking his path. Surprisingly making no moves towards him...Just spreading out, screaming, blocking his path and pointing guns at him. He was full of enthusiasm and about to dispatch them all...when he spotted a familiar General approaching and splitting the horde. He stood at the front of the horde with an iron war axe in one hand and a steel katana in the other. Karl tried his best to look intimidating, but having trouble in the presence of Vaulta Stone-Fist "Vaulta!"
"I'm sorry," he said scratching his chin,"I have trouble remembering names...may I call you, 'dumbass,' 'Shithead,' or...," he took on a deeper, serious bassy tone, "Traitor or coward! 'Cause it's what you are, Karl Henshin!"
"I now why you're so loyal to Enola...Why you hang on every word she says-you're under the Van Bai: a curse. your mind literally belongs to her."
"Nonsense!" Vaulta protected his queen "Enola's promises will bring a better age for trolls," he pointed the katana to him, "and you shall be left behind to follow your beloved dragons like animals...BUT if you're willing to give up this little escapee act, I am willing to turn you back to Enola's light," he offered with a weak smile, though concealed by his veil. He returned to his normal evil tone, "Or refuse, in which case, you and that now-it-all son of mine will be chopped into little pieces...Make your choice...Now!"
Karl felt like a crab in a pot. He felt for certain he would either surrender or be mowed down...Until his eyes wondered to Gavrin and Star approaching, another flaming urn in her talons. Seconds before they were overhead, he refused, "Tell the queen to by a dildo and get her head out of domination!" with a chuckle, causing the general to gasp aloud and growl, and the conscripts to moan, "Oooh," in unison and eventually giggle sinisterly.
Vaulta was determined to butcher him when he responded, "How dare you speak that way about your former mistress." He pointed his axe for the Dr "Conscripts, attack n-" he was cut off when he was thrown forward by a large explosion commencing behind him, a few dozen conscripts following him with a scream. All the less fortunate royalists perished in the flames. Their uniforms turned to ash and they were BBQ'd. The smell of their corpses plagued the entire fortress. When Vaulta rose to his feet, along with his surviving soldiers, he gazed back at the pile of burning corpses, before he faced the chuckling Dr with a growl and pointed an axe for him "You'll pay!"
Without warning, Vaulta stood back, and his conscripts charged for Karl with their katanas. Karl blocked up to three conscripts at a time with skill, tired them out and then butchered them. A remaining three began to load their rifles with haste. Karl took this advantage to leap into the air, "I-yeee-yah!" she screamed as he flipped over them, landed behind them and swung his cutlass, chopping their heads clean off.
"Incompetence!" Vaulta yelled as he drew his axe and sword, "I'll kill you myself."
Karl emptied his Grublin Mincer shot pistol into Vaulta's torso. Bits of flesh and clothing broke free of him, but he didn't even grunt as he charged for the Dr. The general first swung his katana for Karl, which he blocked with skill. But he lost his enthusiasm when he swung with his axe . By the time he saw it coming, he was too late and he struck him in the ribs, causing him to grunt and groan in agony and be thrown a few feet away.
Karl now stood on all fours and spat blood on the ground. He coughed between every few words, facing the general maliciously, "Oh come...on...impress me," he urged.
"Yah!" Vaulta gave him a furious kick in the ribs, causing him to exhale fast, cough blood, and roll a few times. He was now on his back. Helpless.
Gavrin and Star were approaching and Gavrin cringed at the sight of his companion in distress. He was left choiceless but to punish his own father, and snaps her reins "Grab him, girl!"
Vaulta drew his one-handed axe and poised it for a swing at the Dr, laying helpless on his back, bleeding heavily. "It looks like you're outa ideas, Henshin," he chuckled as he was about to swing.
Kalr shut his eyes, certain he was doomed to endure the axe, but he opened his eyes when the general grunted, being grasped by Star
"Not quite, da!" growled Gavrin as his pet held his father in her talons, hovering.
"Urg! Put me down, Gavrin, you little accident!" demanded Vaulta harshly.
"Star, Shwinga!" he shouted. Causing Star to swing the general backwards and then forwards. The general was airborne for a few second sbefore he smacked, head-first, in an ancient wall of the fort
"Oh!" he grunted in pain as he hit it, and then landed on his stomach in the dirt bellow. Astonishingly, Vaulta still wasn;t anywhere near facing the troll gods, looked up at his son, pulling the now-wounded Henshin onto Star. Up until now, Since years before he held Gavrin in his arms for the first time when he was born in the palace, the only colors they had ever saw were red, like the blood spilt from a foe, and yellow like the flame of a fired rifle...Until now. He could now see the bright colors of Star and once in many years felt guilt for harming Karl. He rose a bleeding hand to his son bfore he could snap her reins and take off, "Wait, my boy," he plead aloud, barely able to speak. His voice was also less bassy and sinister and he sounded quite normal, apart from his wheezing.
Gavrin was astonished at his father's sudden plea and Star stepped a few dreadwing paces towards him "Da?"
He barely spoke, "You've made me...proud...Gavrin. So brave of you to try and defeat the corrupted me."
"Corrupted you?" he shook his head, "Da the only reason you're corrupt, is because you've too loyal too long to Enola Carmeleon," he said with an astounded and shaky tone.
Vaulta got on his feet and leaned, his hands on his knees. He shook his head "No, Gavrin. I haven't a choice but to follow her word."
"Why, da?! Why!" cried out Gavrin, willing to give all for an answer.
"Because he's under a fucking curse!" spilt Karl, clutching his wound.
He faced the Dr. An age-old secret was finally dead "A curse?"
"Your da follows the queens word because he has next to no free will."
Gavrin faced his father. He could only stare and slowly shake his head in disbelief "This ain't true. You'd never be stupid enough to be cursed."
"It's...," he took a moment to catch his breath, "It's true, my son," he almost whimpered, "I and all generals with her fell for it. It was a trick. Now we're monsters...But please, my...my son, don't think, no matter what i try to do to you, that I do not love you...Seen you minutes old in your mothers arms and finally holding you against me made me feel like a true troll."
Those words his father wheezed filled him with a mixture of astound, fear, and slight hope. 'Maybe da can be pure again.' "Then join us, da. Stay with us. Come back to the light and face up to what you've done."
"No!" Vaulta turned and whimpered into his palms, leaning against the fort wall "I'm not myself, Gavrin, I never will be again. Just go now while you have a chance!" he plead, certain he would turn back into his evil form and be controlled. "There's no hope for me. But you, my son, will have a better life with the peaceful, allied species. Go to them! Promise me you'll befriend the dragons and make Enola pay!"
He smiled, finally seeing that his father, in his true form, had no compassion for the queen, "I-I will...I promise!"
"Then go before...before-Aarrrg!" he held his head. He felt as if there was a carnivorous insect inside his skull.
Vaulta was now the red-eyed, sinister-voiced General Stone-Fist when he turned to Gavrin and tried to charge for him with his axe and sword, growling. He was about to land a blow when Star took to the air and knocked him one his back. She began to squeal as she flapped with all her might and into the smoke of the volcano, Boyzitbig. Vaulta was for a brief moment, while on his back, not under the queens control.
He took this moment to raised a trembling open hand and point it to the sky as they began to fad ein the smoke "Gavrin," he began to whimper, "My Gavrin...How I envy you; You don't have to endure this curse as I do."
And so Gavrin and Karl returned to the very chamber of which they found they flaming urns. They went to the war room. Karl was still laying upon Star, too wounded to walk. Soon, Gavrin's torch revealed a large stone map, but with a large chunk broken off and turned to dust on the floor.
"Karl, a map!" he said triumphantly.
"Brilliant, Gavrin...But it's broken."
"It might still be useful." he put his torch close to the small island in the center of the map "We must be here. Looking up and to the right, he recognized the corrupt continent they have fought to escape, Valdin, "And this is gotta be Valdin!" Almost the entire half of the map, left of Dante's Freezer was broken off and dust on the floor "Which means that the allied continents must be east or somewhere north-east or south-east."
"Well...we can't stay here, Vaulta and Prince Zakan'll eventually find us in here. It's our best shot. We'll have to wing it," admitted Karl.
And so the wounded Dr and teenage escapee mounted their dreadwing and made their way east...towards the dragon realms and freedom.
Dara awoke from her slumber, the smell of their 'friendly goodbye sex' contaminating the bed...in a good way though. The taste of the vanilla cigar still in her mouth. She rolls and faced Haxen, over-slumbering and wrapped her arms around him and rubbing her head up and down his neck, slowly awakening him "Thanks, Haxen. I felt like I been on a hormonal chain until last night."
"You're welcome."
When they left the room, they shared one last tender nuzzle before Haxen asked "Could we do this again sometime?"
"Sorry, Haxy, but I'm looking for somebody who has more in commen with myself."
"I understand," he hung his head and sighed disappointingly.
"It's alright, baby, you'll find somebody. There are plenty more dragonesses out there who'll love a guy like you to death."
He gave her one last lick on the muzzle "I'll see you around, Dara. I'll find myself a nice Fire Dragoness or Fear Dragoness."
Haxen departed, determined to find his soul mate, as Dara clearly was not the one. He was however grateful to allow him to relieve his own stress and her own.
At the bottomg of the inn's stairs, Dara giggled as to see her brother sleeping with head rested on a table in the corner of the inn.
She approached him and playfully bit him to awaken him.
"Dara! Did that male hurt you?" he asked with a mixture of concern for his sister and anger "Was he too rough? If he was, I'll-"
"Relax. We've had some goodbye sex. Haxen gone to find his true soul mate. I just felt a little guilty rejecting him and wanted to give him my body for a night to make up for it."
Author:
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Iam so sorry if this chapter seemed like it ended too early, but It was already 16 pages long and I wanted to upload sooner.
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Here's the current cast
[Prince Zakan; Gavrin Stone-Fist, Karl Henshin, Spyro & Cynder; Dara & Aventus.]