~~Rules For Finding True Love~~
Here's the current cast. All else are side-characters/villians.
[Spyro & Cynder. Dara and Aventus. Prince Zakan. Karl and Gavrin.]
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Following Dara's first sets of dates and Gavrin's first taste of real combat...with his own father, two nights went by, and Star had flown them to a continent closer to the peaceful, well-ruled dragon realms...but quite familiar to the trolls. The continent itself was about twice the size of Twilight Falls and much like a sinister hand with pointed fingers. Its vegetation was made up of 300-foot-tall, dead trees, which were covered with strangler vines with broad leaves, providing shade. In the center, the palm, was a tall, volcanic mountain gushing white smoke like a chimney. At the wrist of the continent was a towering temple, which looked like it was build by and for dragons, but had several cavernous sub levels beneath the earth it was build on. At the fingers of the large island, 50-year-old shipwrecks laid sunken and some half-submerged. The airframes of battle zeppelins clung to the side of the volcano. But they provided growing frames for vines, so conflict hadn't accrued here in decades.
!Some of the following jokes may be sexist!
Also, the OC matchmaker at the end of this chapter and her family does not belong to me. She and her children and husband belong to JourneyofShadows. He requested them in.
Star glides down from the level of the low clouds and down towards the island. Perhaps she was hungry...or they were lost...again. Gavrin bristled with joy at the sight of such a well-vegetated island. He felt for certain they had made it "By the gods, I...I think we've made it!" he shrieked.
"Nope," Karl shook his head, purging Gavrin's joy, "...This is Anglantine's Hand. It's neutral territory-neither trolls nor dragons can populate or even survive in it-but I'd keep a look out. The prince knows this location like the back of his girly little hand."
Gavrin hung his head in depression "Why are we," he placed a hand on his being, "such fugitives, we have my da, and Prince Man-gina after us?"
Karl tried to restrain a laugh, but to no avail, "Prince Man-gina...HWAHAHAHAAHAHHAAA!" he clutched his chest and laughed towards the blue sky. Even Star laughed breathy and wheezy, though she could barely understand their conversation.
Gavrin knew this was a humorous moment and began to break out some of his best jokes. While laughing, he scratched his head...before he found a good one, "Oh-oh-oh I got one-why do women get married in white?" Karl smiled, waiting for the punch-line, "...So they fit in with all the other kitchen appliances!" Both of them laughed, fearing they would pee themselves laughing.
Gavrin got another "Oh-ooh-ooh! Why do women have pee-beards?...'Cause they fucking deserve 'em!" Gavrin, Star and Karl began to wheeze with laughter.
"Alright. What's the difference between a woman and a book?...You only have to put info into a book once."
"I got one! I'm ready!" Karl gained Gavrin's attention, who kept his ears open in intrigue "What's the definition of a tongue-twister?...A spiral vagina." Gavrin laughed beyond control, gaining a smile from the older troll...and it didn't take long for his pet to laugh wheezily and breathy with him. She was laughing for seconds after they were not.
"Why are you laughing?" he playfully asked his pet, leaning over to look her in the eye "It's a sexist joke."
"Actually, it's more of a vaginal joke. I told that to a few girlfriends of mine and they didn't mind...they even shared one with me. I don't know why women bristle with sadness and anger when you throw a sexist joke...but wet themselves laughing when you make a joke about a fanny."
While they were laughing, even Star, Gavrin turned serious at the sight of a strange ancient ruin, but mostly intact. While Star and Karl were still wheezing with laughter, he pointed at the temple, which had a balcony just like the Guardians Temple "Look, we can shelter in there for the night. You can rest your wounded body while me and Star go catch dinner."
Karl looked around with an uneasy look, probably scanning for Valdin Kingdom zeppelins "Alright but... just one night. I have a feeling Prince...," Karl went from worried to giggling and tried to contain a laugh "...Man-gina...is after us."
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The Dr and the teenager better find shelter soon though...for the Hardon Purger, with the ruthless, animalistic general Vaulta Stone-Fist on deck, and the gigantic, stylish, but near-invulnerable Courageous Minge slowly approach Anglantine's Hand. Though the Purger was quite fast, they had to stay together because they were close to the dragon realms.
In his own personal cabin aboard the Courageous Minge, Prince Zakan gathers the musicians among his crew. His cabin was the largest and situated at the rear of the crafts gondola. His bed was in the corner of the cabin, right by the light of the red and blue windows. The captain began setting up his bone-keyed keyboard and plugged four seashell-shaped speakers into it. The monstrous, Kiss-style drum-set was at the very rear of the group. One of the helmsmen, now wearing a magenta cloak and ghostly makeup, sat on a stool with a five-string, blood-red-bodied, white-necked bass guitar, plugged into funnel-shaped amps. The prince began to set up his old-fashioned microphone atop his piano.
When he was satisfied with the set-up of his bandies and instruments, he smiled before looking around and found his guitar player was nowhere to be found "Damn! Where the hell's Jester?"
The blue-skinned troll troll turning knobs and pulling sliders on his keyboard pointed to the door "He's on the bridge, keeping the craft flying steadily."
"Oh...," the prince made a raspberry and he approached the door, "We have four pilots and he can't spare time to contribute to our music."
He strutted through the iron halls of the craft towards the bridge. A few times, crewmen stopped, and stomped their feet to salute him
"My Prince," a scrawny gunner saluted, bowing.
"Call me Zakan, darling. Everybody does," he giggled, shooing the gunner away to his post. When he arrived at the near-empty bridge, he only saw he navigator at his table with a needle, plotting a path, and his friend, Jester, controlling the craft with another troll at the helm. He stood behind the two pilots and gained his attention when the prince complained with open arms, "C'mon, Jester. The band's ready, bubby!"
"I need to keep the Minge going strait."
"The Minge'll be fine in the hands of your co-pilot. I need you on guitar. We're practicing!"
Jester sighed, dismounted his seat and approaching the prince. He was a very light blue troll with no hair and purple slashes tattooed on his bald head. He wore a glistening white uniform and pilot goggles. His uniform had the Valdin Kingdom marks on the chest, followed by a wyvern, symbolizing the trolls airforce.
"Fine...but I'm not much of a guitar-player, just so you know."
"Nonesense!" shrieked the prince, "Your guitar playing makes me jump up and down, and get hard." The prince escorted Jester back to his room with the other bandies. On the way, while Jester was slightly ahead and drinking from a flagon of beer, the prince took a peek down his pants and asked, "Jester, can I ask you something."
"What is it, my prince?" he asked, taking next to no interest, and lifting the flagon back to his mouth.
"Is it a problem if your member and your opera house touch other?"
"Jester went wide eyed and chocked on his beverage before spitting it out all over the floor before them "Wh-wh-what?!" he asked loud with a disgusted and astounded face.
"Because I went to pee at 6AM this morning and they were like...a snake through a doughnut...Is that a problem?"
"You have both!"
The prince pulled a face of confusion and shrugged "Well yeah...doesn't everybody?"
"Eww no!"
Jester had a disgusted look on his face and kept his distance from Zakan for the whole trip to the rear of the Minge.
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Dara is is now being escorted around Warfang by a midnight-purple-bellied, sparkling-blue-bodied, silver-horned Ice Dragon 4 years older than she named Vuniel. Her brother followed, but kept his distance, to keep an eye on her and give her the peace-of-mind and courage she needs for dating.
She walks side-by-side with Vuniel, gently holding tails and occasionally giving him a rub under his head with hers for emotional-reassurance as if to say, 'This is great. Show me more," as he showed her the sights of Warfang. All he showed her was not only historical, but astounding or interesting. That was especially an incredible experience for Dara, since the typical dragoness has no interest for war, politics or history...but what Vuniel showed her next was most impressive. This dragon she chose to date currently was an obvious history geek.
Through an avenue of market stalls, he leads her towards a statue at the end. It showed the life-like, but bronze image of an armored dragon and dragoness sitting proudly atop a circular altar.
Standing before it while wrapping tails with her date, Dara breathed, "Wow."
"Read the plaque." Vuniel motioned her towards the brass writing on the stone base of the statue with his paw.
She began to read aloud as best she could, "When dragons were barely able to speak, love or even put their names down in stone, the ancestors gifted them with a surge of intellect and gave equal opportunities for both dragons and dragonesses. In the dragon species darkest time, the gift of gender-equality gave the dragons an upper hand that made the difference between victory and extermination. This very spot has seen many battles, but endures like the dragon...and the dragoness."
Vuniel approached and joined her at her side, "This spot commemorates the species-old equality of the sexes. The statue has been restored and constantly polished, but the museum beneath it is almost as old as our species."
She shook her head in astound and faced him and shrieked, "This is a museum?!" joyfully.
"Yeah the entrance is on the other side of the statue. It's a information gold-mine down there."
He escorted her around the statue and they reached an archway, where dragons, moles and cheetahs entered with curiosity and exited amazed.
As they approached the flapping door, Vuniel apologized, "Sorry for borin' you with useless trivia," with a chuckle.
She giggled "It's OK. Everything you've shown me so far is astounding."
He opened it for her with his tail and she smiled as she entered. He followed lively and the door flapped shut behind them.
'Brothers here, sis. I ain't leaving,' Aventus thought with worry in his heart as he too entered.
Vuniel lead her past exhibit by exhibit until they stood before a gigantic bronze circle suspended from the ceiling and floor by four ropes. It portrayed the very battle of Warfang. At the top, it was engraved with the image of Spyro and Cynder pushing the gates of Warfang shut. At the bottom half, it showed them battling the earth golem before he plummeted to the city streets.
"You may recognize the dragons in these images." Duniel gave her an encouraging nudge for her to take a closer look.
Merely seconds later. she recognized them as her parents, only far younger. "Are...are those my parents?"
Duniel walked forward, faced her and nodded "Aye. The Purple Dragon has fought to defend the species every ten generations, but none had a partner like your mom, Cynder. Especially not one who was stolen as an egg and forced into the service of evil."
Dara faced him with a head-shake "Don't say anything like that in front of my mom." He heeded her warning and she gave him a lick on the snout before she wrapped tails with him and returned her eyes to the plate "You know, when me and my brother were 2-day-old hatchlings, mom wanted me to have one of my dads powers. I have Wind, but that's hers. Even my brother has Fear, that's hers, too. I wish I could have my dad's Fire or Ice."
"You will, Dara. No doubt about it." He slowly glided in with his snout and began to lick her all over the soft underneath of her neck, causing her to tremble and flinch and rotate her head. Vuniel then began to hum before softly and slowly singing No Doubt About It by Hot Chocolate "#Oh no no doubt about it. Hoooo no doubt about it#."
She giggled as he continued to lick her neck "You-you sing good too...Smart...astounding...interesting and a singer." When the neck-licking and nuzzling ended, she faced him with a smile "Where've you been all my life, Vuniel." she gave him a peck on the snout, joined tails with him and continued through the museum. She looked around and saw her brother in the distance with a malicious expression on his face. He must've witnessed the singing and tenderness towards her from Vuniel. She gave him a wink to assure him she's fine. 'No trouble yet, bro. Just keep following and keep an eye on me,' her wink said.
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While their daughter was on her date with the somewhat geekish Ice Dragon, and their son kept eyes on them, Spyro and Cynder fly in single file over Avalar searching for a hare or some salmon in the stream.
Cynder flapped to his side and faced him, "I'm going to try and find us a hare. You try catch some fish, Spy."
"Will do." He gave her a peck on the cheek, which she happily accepted, before he broke off, dived, and then flew low with the river, against the water direction. His keen eyes spotted two salmon swimming side by side and struggling against the current 'Delicious. For me and Cynder.' he thought as he came even lower. Soon, he skimmed his talons in the water and caught them both by the gills. He climbed into the clouds with his barely-living prizes. Soon, he regrouped with Cynder in the clouds and the two made their way back to Warfang.
Halfway to the Dragon city, Cynder looked down and braked to a hover at the sight of a panicking troll scout, wearing a leafy camouflage robe and poising a revolver pistol, in a clearing "Spyro, look!"
Spyro slowed and hovered with her and they both looked down at the sprinting scout.
Spyro's eyes shot open at the sight of him. Not of fear...but astound-the troll was on his own and had only a pistol after all "A troll. Here?! On his own?!" he shrieked twice before facing Cynder with a slightly angry look "He's got some nerve setting foot here, I'll give him that."
Cynder took no interest in her life-mates behavior and kept here eyes on the troll. When she saw the troll leave the clearing and storm into a dense forest of evergreens and oaks
"Spy!" she and him caught the last second of him entering the woods "You think he might have companions in the woods?"
"Definitely-a troll wouldn't be stupid enough to come here without protection...Go get the guardians. I'll search for this camp if he has one."
"No!" shrieked Cynder with a malicious expression, "Since Dara and Aventus hatched that's all I've been doing: Watching helplessly from the sidelines and calling for help." she regained herself and said calmly, "No...We're in this as a husband and wife."
Spyro took a deep breath "OK, Cynder. We'll find their camp and burn it to the ground."
"Now you're talking," giggled Cynder.
She and her life mate touched down in the clearing, Spyro put their food in his bag on his being, and they cautiously made their way through the woods.
Using her nose, sniffling like a bloodhound with her snout to the leaves, she lead him two miles, following the humanoid creatures scent trail. It was half an hour later that they hid behind a rock at the sight of a circular formation of furry tents: the camp they're searching for. The trolls who built and now maintain and guard it were very glistening-red-skinned, like that of a fear dragon, but with no scales. They wore light, fur armor with small steel plates. They didn't look a hint like the Valdin Kingdom trolls. They possessed steel katanas and semi auto revolvers. The only armor they had above their waists were iron braces and plates on their chests.
"These trolls look nothing like the ones I've ever seen before. They're red. And they're not wearing uniforms or heavy armor," Spyro said, scanning the camp.
One female, sharpening her katana on a grindstone, surprisingly wore naut but knickers and a fox fur coat, revealing her bright-blue-nippled, large breasts, causing Cynder to stick her tongue out and shake her head, "What is it with trolls and nudity? Urg!" she gagged.
He faced her with a smile, "You jealous?"
"No!" she faced him malicious, "Besides, we're dragons. And it's not like male dragons like boobs anyway, right?"
"You'd be surprised," he chuckled. While he and even Cynder chuckled, the humorous moment ended when Spyro caught eye of a cheetah skin on a rock, beads of salt covering the fleshy side "By our ancestors! They've been skinning our allies for profit. Those bastards!"
"We can't let this go on. Do something!" Cynder demanded with tears in her eyes.
Spyro scanned the camp further and began to silently count the occupants of the camp. There were over 50 of the humanoid creatures, all of them armed and ready. "We'll have to fetch hunter and some worriers. We can't take this pack down without a small army or really good team."
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Vuniel and Dara depart from the underground museum, Aventus following a fare distance away, and make their way through an intersection in the streets of the markets of Warfang. It's nearly sunset and Vuniel wants to show it to her. Aventus, however, began to boil with anger as Vuniel wraps his tail around hers, swayed them enthusiastically and stretched out his tongue towards Dara's face. She frowned at this annoying and boundary-crossing move and awkwardly moved her head to avoid it
"Vuniel...don't, please...stop," she said as she moved her head like a ram stuck in a fence.
Vuniel ceased his actions and pulled a sorrowful face "But I love your contact." he smiled and rubbed sides with her, and took a deep breath at the feeling of her silky scales on his own "Your lovely skin and scales...Just the feeling of being up against you for five minutes is like...three months of therapy."
Dara smiled at his honey words, but kept her yes on their path "You think so?"
"Absolutely. A dragonesses warmth is heavenly and soothing for nearly any male."
Aventus, slowly getting closer went wide-eyed at Vuniel's words "This guy's only after a fuck buddy," he whispered, "He hurts Dara, I'll kill 'im."
Soon, Vuniel leads her up the ramp and onto the city walls. Looking at the horizon, they saw the suns magenta glow peered over the mountain and warmed the field where the Dark Master's forces once tread to try and take the city.
"It's gorgeous," Dara shed a tear.
"I thought I'd come pay respects. My dad died here-got blown down by barrage after barrage of gremlins arrows. I was just 2-days-old. My mom says he would've made an amazing father."
Dara gave him a play bite on the neck "Maybe if find that perfect girl, he'll be proud that he has an amazing son."
Vuniel felt a flicker of hope coming from Dara's kiss "Can I have a kiss," he plead, "I want my dad to see...that he created a good son."
Dara hesitated. She took a loo at his desperate expression and thought maybe Vuniel was trapped and never kissed a dragoness properly in his life before and was determined to try. Before long, she smiled, "Just a kiss, OK?"
"You have my word."
Dara shrugged 'why the hell not?,' she thought as she approached him and began to tenderly nuzzle him, rubbing her head under his, before kissing him from chest to snout very slowly. When their lips joined, it was his time for Vuniel to take charge-He licked around her lips, asking for entry. It didn't take long for Dara to open up and allow his tongue to swim around inside her mouth like a fish around a reef-like cave. Soon she closed her eyes and allowed him do all the work. Surprisingly, Vuniel was an amazing kisser, as he began to tightly circle her tongue with his own. Eventually he sucked her tongue inside his maw and played with it a little, gaining a moan of both pleasure and irritation.
Aventus, kidding behind some empty barrels a short distance away, could hear her irritated moans and began to boil with anger when he peered over and saw her, what seemed from his perspective, struggling to spit Vuniel out. He kicked his paws on the brick floor and poised himself for charging. He knew that if Dara did not give him the, 'I'm OK,' body signal, he would have to step in. Soon, Vuniel was more gentle with her and she began to enjoy it. Knowing her brother's watching her, she tapped her tail on the floor twice, swayed it left and right twice as far as she could, before she tapped twice again-It was her, "I'm OK," signal.
Aventus collected himself and took a deep breath "There's a good sis. You have fun there," he chuckled.
Dara felt her entire buildup of stress and depression vanish when their snouts separated, and she giggled a somewhat shamefully "Wow...I-I can't believe we just...kissed. You're great!"
"Yeah, I read allot of romantic novels and all the guides. Plus my mom made me practice allot."
Dara rolled her eyes sideways "What would you...practice on?" she chuckled.
"An orange with lips cut out in it...it was that or my repulsive, smoking sisters," he moaned and trembled.
Dara tossed her head back in uncontrollable laughter "They must be...really ugly and smoky that you can't kiss 'em."
Vuniel circled her once before coiling tails with her and kissing up and down her neck. "Dara, there's something I wanna ask...could you...maybe spend the night with me."
Dara felt like there was a rock in her gut the second his five words were produced. She hesitated before she smiled weakly and approved, "Yes, but...I have to tell my brother."
Vuniel was about to kiss her when he pulled a confused look "Your brother?"
"Yeah. He's been keeping an eye on me because I get nervous dating other people." she turned to the direction of the distant wine barrels "He's over there."
Vuniel gasped "You mean he saw-"
"Yeah," Dara nodded, "He doesn't care as long as you aren't a threat to me."
When close to the barrels, Dara called out, "Aventus!"
Aventus emerged from behind them. His first action was eyeing Vuniel somewhat maliciously "Did you hurt her, dude?!"
"N-no-no-no," Vuniel stuttered "I swear."
"Good."
"Aventus," she returned to tail-wrapping with Vuniel, "...Vuniel wants me to spend the night with him."
Aventus gasped "Then what the hell am I going to tell mom and dad?!"
"The truth..." she gave Vuniel a nuzzle as she continued, "Tell them I'm spending the night with my potential true love."
"Fine but...I need a word with you, sister...alone."
Dara gave her date a nudge "I'll meet you at the bottom of the ramp, Vuniel."
Aventus waited until he was out of sight, out of earshot before he began, concern in his tone and expression, "Dara, I don't like this guy," a tear slid down his face "...I know that he's after a lay-buddy when I saw him licking your neck and singing to you in the museum...on your first date!" he tried not to yell.
Dara thought of a way to defend her date and shrugged, "I think he...he's just affectionate."
"Affectionate or...horny? Sex starved? Lustful? Ticking-semen-time-bomb." Dara had her maw open and tried to think of a counter sentance, but to no avail and hung her head. "And Vuniel and you share no interests. Sure he's smart and astounding, but you have to marry your match...or you'd be breaking Rosalyn's dating rules, number four. And I bet this Vuniel has no intention of keeping you safe from harm as much as I do-he lead you through an ally at some point on our way here. That's him breaking rule number 10."
"Rosalyn's dating rules? What are you talking about, bro."
Aventus knew words wouldn't make a difference and instead tured his head around and took a leather-bound book from the bag strapped to him like a saddle. He dropped it on the floor before her, cover-side-up. It's dazzling, quill-written, bold, golden-based, red-lined heading said, 'Rosalyn's Rules For Finding True Love.' Bellow the heading was, 'Author: Rosalyn J'avias.' a fine-detailed hotshot of the dragoness herself: A snow-white Ice Dragoness with dark-blue eyes and a dark pink underbelly. The frills on her neck and her horns were powdery blue.
Dara was astounded, as if all she heard before this moment was a big fat lie, "...There's another matchmaker other than Karlotta? You told me Karlotta was the #1 dating service."
"That was a minor fib. Only Partially correct. She is one of the best. She's on the top ten list...but Rosalyn is thee best matchmaker of our species." Aventus encouraged her, "Go on. Flip to the first page."
"She did so and before her was a list of ten rules for dating and finding true love. It was in magenta quill writing, and it read...
1.) As a dragoness, you have the liberty of enjoying your time, don't let the male take it away by humping away at you and then dumping you.
2.) As a dragoness, you take the precautions of dating other males you have little to no clue about. Be sure to be equipped with your best friend if a male tries to be forceful. Pepper dust is the best way for a male to hit the floor running.
3.) As a dragoness, you have to make sure that the males enjoy having dinner or having a good party with you. If you're at a party, make sure he stays in shape by talking to him, dancing with him, and even sharing a drink with him. If he asks you to bed with him, you have a choice to join him or let him down slowly. Don't make the mistake of joining him in bed without proper sexual protection.
4.) As a dragoness, you have the right to choose which male you want, but don't go overboard with it. No male loves a good whore.
5.) As a dragoness, you take the critical sacrifices if you do end up mating. There's the possibility that you will end up pregnant, and the possibility that you won't.
6.) As a dragoness, you have to let your male know about your friends and family, that way, when he meets them, he'll show that he likes them or not. If he doesn't like them, he gets kicked out. If he does like them, then you know it's meant to be.
7.) As a dragoness, you must always remember that every male will be looking for a "happy" time with you. Their "happy" time will depend on what they like to do. If they love to go on a flight around Twilight Falls, and you love the same thing, then go for it. Always spend quality time together.
8.) As a dragoness, you have the chance to make the times for the date. If your male ends up late, and has the smell of another dragoness, leave him as soon as possible. If he ends up late and has a good excuse for it, WITHOUT the smell of another dragoness, stay and enjoy each other.
9.) As a dragoness, you must respect customs of having a date, and being with family. If you're needed by both of them, then find a way to get the both of them together for a giant night out. This custom always works if you're needed by the both of them.
10.) As a dragoness, you are to be respected and treated with the upmost care. If your date has no intent on wanting to take care of you in the future, then leave him right away, as this could lead to relationship abuse. If your date DOES have the intent to protect you with his very life, then stay with him, this can lead to a protective male, and most importantly, a protective father.
These rules all helped me be with the male of my dreams, and if you want to find the male of your dreams, be sure to follow these rules no matter what. This will save you your life, and an egg that you may not want or need in the future, unless you do want the egg. If you wish to follow these rules, but don't know where to start with male searching, then come to my little temple in Warfang, and I'll be there to help you no matter what. When it comes to finding your soulmate, no other dragoness can help you but me. I'll be there to help you find him, wherever he may be. When it comes to dating services, I help over five million dragonesses find the perfect date, and the perfect mate.
I work to make sure you have the one you can care for.
Read on, and you WILL find your #1 love.
-Rosalyn J'avias, owner of J'avias Dating/Matchmaking Services.
"Follow these rules, Sis, and you'll find someone to love...not to ride or be humped by."
"I will follow these rules, brother." She put the book in the bag strapped to her own being and then faced her brother "I still want to spend the night with Vuniel though."
He approached her for a nuzzle, which she gratefully shared, followed by a cuddle with the heads and necks as all dragons do "I'll let you. I'll tell mom and dad...But if he so much as smells you in the wrong place, run! Come strait home...Promise me!" he plead aloud desperately.
"Okayokayokay," she rubbed her head up and down his neck and licked it affectionately.
Aventus departed to the air to return home, leaving Dara to join Vuniel.
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When the teenage and ex-DR/general escapees entered the temple, it was exactly how they imagined it would be like: Much like the Guardians Temple. When Gavrin, Karl and Star climbed the ramp leading to the main door, the midnight orb on the door brightened to white and it grind open for them, frightening them and gaining a yelp form Star.
"Whoa!" gasped Gavrin, while Karl scratched his chin.
"Amazing. The temple's in a ruined state, yet the doors can still open spiritually as the dragons want them too...But..."
"But what?"
"But they aren't meant to open willingly for us trolls," he raised a hand to Star, "and dreadwings." The group took a couple paces backwards and the door closed, Allowing Karl to get a better look at its orb. The orb portrayed the image of a dark red, point-fingered hand. Behind it was a wavy sea of black and purple. He thought he recognized it as a former insignia to the troll species "Is that..." he shook his head, "No. Just my imagination."
When they entered, they were greeted by the sight of a dragon statue shattered in a pieces and decapitated. Against the walls, the skeletons of follow-grown dragons and the miniature delicates ones of their infants laid partially intact. Arrows were still stuck in their ribs and skulls. There were also shards of smashed eggs "Disgusting," Karl said, shaking his head "This temple was once a breeding ground for the dragon, and Anglantine's forces took it like ants taking over a beehive."
"The dragons kept their eggs safe in these temples?" Gavrin asked, looking around and seeing the shattered glass dome on the ceiling.
"They used to, but ever since the Ape King, Gaul, smashed an entire generation of eggs, the dragons cared for their eggs themselves."
The three climbed over the stone of the ruined statue and made their way to a room with a strange pool. Star was about to follow them in, but she suddenly grunted in pain as she got stuck in the archway. She wheezed in pain as she plead for her master's help. However, Gavrin and Karl were too preoccupied by the dried up little pool in the center of the room.
"By the gods, the dragons do have them!" Karl was astounded and hypnotized by it.
"Have what?"
"Every temple of the dragons has said to have at least one of these:...The Pool of Visions. Though this one's dried up. The guardians could see visions in time with these pools."
"Awesome! Dragons could tell the future? Not even I, a history geek, knew that!" he chuckled in amazement. Star let out a loud scream towards her master, her way of saying, 'Little help here!' finally gaining his attention. "Oh, so sorry, girl, master help you." He grasped her horns and began to pull while she pushed, eventually, the archway cracked and turned to dust, allowing her to enter and let out a wheeze of relief. She wrapped her gigantic prehensile tongue around his head to thank him "Alright, girl. You're welcome!" she slapped her tongue away and the group continued on to another room
When the three entered, they were first greeted by the sight of a colored carving on the wall before them, not of a dragon like the guardians true temple, but one of a troll queen. She looked like an 70-year-old Enola Carmeleon, but she also had allot of weight. Her hands were like a cross between a dragons claws and a trolls leathery humanoid hand. Her eyes were like that of a crocodile, but red. Four upper and lower front teeth were missing, making her seem like a snake with fangs.
While Karl was awestruck at the statue, Gavrin and his pet stuck out their tongues "Urg. Who's that lizard woman on the pedestal?"
"That's..." when her name escaped his lips, he felt like his stomach would explode, "Anglantine Carmeleon. The first generation of the Carmeleons. And first queen to the Valdin Kingdom."
"Why doesn't she have her front teeth? Yuck."
"Because her mother punched her in the face when she was 12. They never grew back. In her entire teen years she...I wont bore you with trivia."
"No, keep going. It's interesting."
"In her teen years, her love of swimming in swamps and pools and her tendency to bite someone who ridicules her earned her the nickname 'Alligatoress'."
"You don't think she's haunting this temple do you?"
"Nah, that be ridiculous. This place is safe to hide in. And even if ti wasn't, least we're safe from your father and..."his mood went from serious and cautious to humorous in almost a flash as he sported a happy face and tried not to laugh, but failed, "Prince Man-gina! HWAHAHAHAHA!"
This caused Gavrin and Star to wheeze in laughter also.
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Meanwhile, at the troll camp in Avalar, the commander of the trolls is conversing with his comrade when an arrow go's strait through his skull from the spinal cord and through his eye.
The companion got on his knees and shook his superior "Captain!" he screamed.
The other trolls spotted two dragons and three cheetahs in the trees and began to fire their pistols and charge with their cutlass.
Hunter swung around from his cover behind a thick tree and picked the charging trolls off one by one, returning to cover quickly to re-arrow his bow, as did his two worriers. Spyro and Cynder hid behind trees nearby with the worriers "Spyro, Cynder, go to the rear and flank them. We will provide suppressive fire form here."
"Will do. Move it, Cynder!" Spyro and his life-mate pressed their bellies to the weeds, hid in the long grass around their camp and slowly made their way 'round it. Hunter and his two worriers held their ground behind three trees, but the trolls were gathering behind sandbags by the dozens. He and his worriers had to wait for the opportunity to unleash arrows: when the trolls were reloading...But the lightly-colored cheetah with Hunter poised himself for his shot and moved from cover too soon. A blood-thirsty troll with a revolver spotted him and laughed sinisterly as he unloaded three shots upon the cheetah from the waist up to the ribs. He choked on his own fluid and died slowly.
"Stormblade!" cried out Hunter. But his companion coughed up blood and fell to his stomach dead. He and the remaining worrier clung to their trees in fear "Please flank them, Spyro," he plead towards nothing, desperate. The shots the trolls fired, began to take larger and larger splinters from the trees until Hunter's eventually began to crack, forcing Hunter to storm for a nearby rock for cover. Soon, the trees of his companion's began to crack and slowly fall. He was more afraid of being crushed by the tree than being picked off by trolls and tried to storm for Hunter's cover...His attempt was rewarded with a bullet to the neck. He chocked and clutched it, but was finally finished with two more to the gut "Javelin!" Hunter was now on his own and prayed to the ancestors Spyro and Cynder would step in.
Meanwhile, Spyro and Cynder press to the ground as a short barrage of bullets coming from three poachers snaps past them and severs the grass and branches of trees and bushes, raining debris on them as they crawl faster. Eventually the made it to the rear of the camp...but 10 trolls waited behind sandbags for them and thy unloaded their revolving rifles upon the dragons, luckily hiding behind trees just in time.
Cynder waited until a majority of the trolls were reloading before she emerged from cover and unleashed three poisonous missiles upon them. They screamed in pain, feeling as if their skin was peeled off and they were being sprinkled with rock salt. They tore at their melting skin and made it even worse before they wheezed to death.
"Great move, Cynder!"
"Thanks," she smiled "Now let's go. Hunter's in trouble." Cynder and her life-mate hopped over the sandbags and over the melted corpses. Seconds later, they were faced with 5 armored, cutlass-wielding trolls emerging from tents and charging towards them. Spyro stopped them in their tracks with a short, but fierce barrage of flame, causing them to wave it away in desperation. This allowed Cynder to turn to shadow and glide beneath them, before leaping into the air and tossing them like a basket of fruit. When they landed their armor shattered and Spyro and Cynder cooked them with their darkness and fire breaths.
Two more emerged from cover and charged at them with rifles with daggers on the barrels. The trolls took aim at Spyro and Cynder, fired, but they rolled to avoid the slugs. Their guns jammed and they screamed towards them, determined to use their rifles as spears.
The one after Spyro, built up a swing and tried to sweep his legs, but the dragon jumped and hovered. The Purple Dragon rammed the trolls head, snapping his neck and plummeting him to the dirt. Cynder used her darkness breath to distract her's and then hacked away at his face with her claws. The troll grabbed his bleeding face and torn cheeks, his teeth exposed, before Cynder doused her tail with her poisonous mouth and, like a scorpion, ran it through his gut.
With that out of the way, they made it too were Hunter was pinned down by the poachers. Behind the sandbags, trolls ducked and stood as they fired at him. Some took arrows and flew back from the force. Dozens of arrow-riddled victims laid there. Seeing Hunter's companions dead filled Spyro with rage and he unleashed a fire-missile upon the them. The trolls cloths ignited like oily rags and they flew vertically, screaming, before their skeletons shattered and crunched on landing. They smiled, satisfied with their work.
Hunter emerged from his cover and approached. "Well done, you two. Now let's search this camp for intel."
The group didn't have much time to catch their breath however, as Hunter gasped and jumped sideways, narrowly avoiding a throwing knife. It was at that moment that a mad troll, red-skinned like all the others in the camp, but had a rifle and steels claws on his feet. He screamed like a madman as he rapidly climbed one of the nearby trees. Once at the top of it, he drew his rifle and fired three shots towards Hunter, which he avoided with a few rolled, before he fired an arrow. The arrow hissed through the air before going clean through the trolls eye and out the back of his skull. His skeleton crunched when he fell. The last noise to leave his mouth was a wheeze.
Cynder shook her head "They always seem to come outa nowhere."
When Hunter lead them into the command tent, they were greeted by the click of a pistol as a red-sinned female troll, wearing naught but transparent knickers and a cheetah fur, pointed a pistol at them. Four other females behind her hissed like cats through their slightly pointy teeth. Spyro, Hunter and Cynder poised for self defense
"Stop right there, furries and scalies!" growled the pistol-wielding female "...You've killed some our mistresses best today. You can't go unpunished!"
Hunter raised a paw "Stand down. This camp is surrounded by our allies villages. You wont stand a chance. But we'll let you return home if you cooperate," promised Hunter, trying his best not to soil himself in the female's presence.
All the other females began to growl like felines and canines combined, before the gun-wielder let out a frustrated growl of surrender and lowered it "Stand down, girls. They ain't worth it!"
When the situation calmed, Cynder finally asked, "Why are you here? Other than poaching!" she gave them malicious looks.
The troll woman crossed her arms "We're just here to grab us some nice furs to sell in Valdin."
"You don't seem like the typical trolls we've encountered before. You have red skin. The trolls we've seen before have green, blue, or teal. Who are you?" Spyro asked
"We are the Scorpion Mercenaries!" she triumphantly rose a fist with a smile "We solve problems for gold, scavenge and hunt. We even have an armada of small ships."
Cynder's eyes wondered to a tattered banner behind the women. It bared the image of a 10-legged, spiky-armored red scorpion with two curled tails and monstrous jaws and claws. It's legs and claws were spread wide on a blue background "Is that your insignia?" she pointed a paw to the banner, turning the woman's eyes to it
"Indeed. Such is the creativity of our mistress...Carliah! The mightiest and most cunning woman of our species yet."
"Even more cunning and mighty than Enola?" Spyro asked.
The woman let loose flatulence from her lips "The Valdin Kingdom's Tyrant? Carliah could pummel, or outsmart that whore without the slightest effort."
The heavy flaps of wings reached Spyro's ears and he left the tent to investigate, leaving Hunter and Cynder to interrogate the Scorpion Mercenary women. He smiled at the sight of Volteer and two of his fellow Electric Dragons, each one carrying eight mole archers with crossbows, hovering to land before him. Volteer himself was a mount for four cheetah worriers with iron swords.
"I say, Spyro, we heard the thundering of rifles and even the clashing and screaming of swords a mile away!" Volteer almost lost his breath and took another one before he continued, "Are you intact? Healthy? un-scared?"
Spyro nodded, "These mercenaries were no match for me and Cynder, Volteer."
"Moles, dismount! Search this camp and the bodies for enemy intelligence: maps, strategems, schedules."
Soon, Cynder left the tent and joined Spyro at his side "The only survivors are the women mercs. They say they're...Red Scorpion."
"Splendid, victorious, and well-done, you two. You may return home."
"We promised the females they could leave safely," informed Spyro.
"As long as they aren't, hostile or resistant in anyway, they can," promised Volteer with a smile "You can return home. We wont bother you until further notice." Hunter and the newly-arrived worriers led the troll women out and before the dragons. Volteer went wide-eyed at the sight of the partially-nude mercenaries "I say the battle-hardened troll females are more sexier than the civilized ones!" he chuckled.
A red female troll giggled and closed her coat "Thank you."
"Take these women to Warfang, get all the intelligence you can from them."
The woman who previously pulled a gun on them shrieked, "But we can't be prisoners. You have to let us go!"
"We can't. Now that we know you're mercenaries...You could be working for the queen, Enola Carmeleon."
Spyro stepped forward between Volteer and the women "Volteer, these women don't care for her. They don't even consider her as a troll. They only follow the words of...erm," his speech trailed off "What was her name?"
"...Carliah the Cunning!" the woman triumphantly continued the sentence "She would never side with that Valdin Kingdom bitch!"
"You see, Volteer, they wont be a problem if they're set loose." she plead with his eyes, and eventually so did the women.
"Oh, very well. By our ancestors, Spyro, you're developing an unhealthy, too-kind respect for these swamp-dwelling, two-legged gun-wielding creatures," he let out a sigh of surrender of frustration.
"Thank you, Spyro. The Red Scorpion and Carliah will never forget your kindness!" thanked the woman as the other two electric dragons herded them away and allowed the moles to shackle them.
The moles put their hands behind their backs and began to snap them on "Fear not, ladies," the commanding mole reassured "This is merely for safety for yourself and others and all."
With their job done, Spyro and Cynder returned home to Warfang.
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Spyro and Cynder land in their street and approach their home. When they enter, they're awestruck at the sight of their son, pacing and mumbling nonsense with concern in his tone.
He was concerned, he didn't realize his parents entered until his mother spoke, "Aventus."
He faced her with wide eyes and a hung jaw"Mom, dad, it's Dara...She's spending the night with her date, an Ice Dragon named Vuniel."
Spyro growled, "You're a naughty boy! Leaving your sister to the hands of a male."
"Go find her!" Cynder commanded.
Aventus spat on the floor "Fine!" He approached the door and as he opened it, he said, "Be right back," with poison in his tone, before slamming it with his tail.
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Aventus better come to her aid soon, as she now lays on the fur in Vuniel's fifth-floor home while he fetches a couple bottles of mead(Honey-Wine) in his cabinet.
She gazes at him with a concerned look as he searches through his liquor cabinet. 'I Can't drink with him,' she thought, 'Unless I stay sober, he might take advantage of me and do ancestors know what to me.'
Soon, Vuniel held a six pack of small bottles full of mead and approached her with a skip in his step "Hope you like Mead with pomegranate juice mixed in. I also have the ones made with apple juice and honey. Good stuff," he said as he laid down beside her on the fur, put down the six-pack of bottles, and nuzzled her. "Have a drink, Dara," he offered as he nuzzled.
Dara felt as if there was a sea snake in her stomach. She took a closer look at the bottles and saw, on their labels, the alcohol content was 20%: very strong. But, 'What choice did she have,' she thought as she faced Vuniel with a smile "I'll just have one or two, Vun'."
Vuniel took out four off the bottles, took the corks in his teeth and pulled them off. With hsi snout, he gentle pushed two of them towards Dara "You wont be disappointed by the taste. It's brewed from pure honey and unprocessed apple juice. This stuff aged for two years...We're the first to taste it."
Dara took the bottle in her teeth and raised her head to allow the mead to slide down her throat. The taste of fermented honey and apple juice was sensational and widened her eyes as she moaned into it, gaining a giggle from Vuniel. She moaned with every break she took as she gulped it down, "Mmm...dish ish...good...amazing stuff, Vun'."
"I knew you'd like it." Vuniel then began on his own two bottles the same way Dara did.
Twenty minutes later, While Dara only had two bottles and merely felt tipsy, Vuniel had four and was also more suseptible to the alcohol and was slurring and nonsense, smiling and swaying his body slowly left and right, while squeezing Dara's tail with his own.
The drunken Vuniel wrapped his dripping blue tongue around his relatively-sober date, causing her to tremble "Vuniel, please stop!" she cried, wishing she never sent her brother home and spent the night with this male.
Vuniel slur, "But I wanna be wit you fo ever...Mmm."
Dara yelped and shed a tear when he rolled her on her back, laid his heavy, cold body on her. She began to whimper as he pinned her legs to the fur and rubbed his penile hiding place up and down her vaginal one.
Dara began to cry as she felt his member getting larger and larger by the second and emerging from his hiding place and touching her lips "V-V-Vuniel, you better get off or else."
"Or else what, baby," he chuckled, so drunk not to realize he's torturing and violating her with this act, and rubbing slightly faster.
"Or else I'll tell my brother, and he'll be so mad at you!" she cried.
Vuniel payed almost no heed to her whimpering and licked her snout and face "I promise I'll be gentle."
"I mean it!" she cried, "...He's a Fear Dragon and he'll make you soil yourself and-" She was cut off when Vuniel locked her into a kiss, which she tried to struggle out of, but to no avail. Dara felt for certain that Vuniel would have full control of her and impregnate her-she hasn't taken her birth-control potion.
When all hoped seemed lost for her at the hands of this controlling male, her eyes filled with a stinging sensation, which ran from her eyes and eventually down to her pelvis. She growled into the forced kiss, "Get off!"
Golden and red sparks arced between their bellies and he released the kiss and screamed agonizingly towards the sealing, "Aaaaaaaarrrrh!". Before long, he was spitting nonsense, "Aabababababillililillililala laaaa!" while still being shocked. He let out another scream as a small explosion accrued and he was thrown form Dara, his member leaving her like a worm being pulled from mud, and flee several feet, hit the sealing and plummeted to the floor with a bang. While Dara was unharmed, relatively, Vuniel was creeping around, tail between his hind legs, shivering. Soon he yelped "A-a-a-ah!" and his hind legs trembled as his member fell from his penile hiding place and half-a-gallon of his seed ran from it like a tap, followed by a gush of pee. He looked down at it, "Damn! I pissed myself!"
Dara made her way to the door and looked back at him with her tearful face and screamed, "Serves you right," before she printed out crying.
Vuniel chased after her, walking into the wall on his way out "Dara! Dara, wait. I'm sorry!"
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Aventus is outside the apartment building where he knows Dara is and scans the environment for her desperately. But he didn't have to search for long, for her slightly-echoed cried reached his ears and he looked to his left...It was Dara and she caught sight of him and ran towards him.
She squeezed him with her front legs and cried into his neck "Bro, Vuniel...he-he-he-he got s-s-s-so drunk and he tried to m-m-mount me!" she said with a trembling tone before she cried even louder and harder into his neck.
"What?!" Aventus growled "I'll kill 'im!" he shouted as he broke from the hug, went up the stairs of the apartment and searched for him. Almost immediately, he caught sight of him stomping down the stairs and faced him "Hey! Vuniel! You horny bastard!" Without warning, he wrapped his legs around Vuniel and gnawed at his neck and face as they were both rolling down the stairs. At the bottom,upon hitting the floor, they both separated and began to face each other, circle and growl like two conflicting felines. Aventus unleashed a screaming airborne snake,which consumed Vuniel and made him quiver in fear. This allowed Aventus to give him a furious slap on the head "Hiyah!" knocking him cold almost instantly. Though he was out, Aventus kept slashing at his flesh, ripping off scales.
It was only when Dara heard the fight, entered bore witness and screamed, "Stop! You kill him, and he wont have to suffer."
Aventus finally stopped "Good point, sis. We'll see how he has to go through life with those scars I gave him." he curled his lips back, gagged and spot on his wounds before he joined Dara and escorted the poor, violated dragoness home. She shed tears on his neck and he nuzzled her the whole way.
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Gavrin and Karl, on Star's back, now venture deeper into the temple. Gavrin holds a torch in his right hand, and Karl's cutlass in the other. Gavrin admired the carvings on the wall: the Purple Dragon on a tower before moles and dragons alike. "I don't really know much about dragon history, Karl. Could you tell me who that Purple Dragon is?" He brightened that part of the wall with the torch.
Karl himself was admiring them as Star crept him through the tunnel and followed her master "The dragons worship the Purple Dragon because he represents the ballance between the forces of good and evil. Malefor, the previous Purple Dragon, was imprisoned in convexity by the Ancestors because they saw darkness in his heart... but not before he befriended the apes and their king, Gaul. He taught them to use and harness the power the spirit gems, which is treason to dragons."
"You know more 'bout the history of the allied species than I do, Karl. All I know is the history of our species."
Seconds later the group came to a halt as Gavrin froze and gasped, "Hah!" when his torch-light revealed a mummified troll glued to the wall with some sort of sap. "Some of our kind is buried here!" he almost He almost vomited and his face turned green at the mere sight of it...but soon the sight of a rat emerging from its rib-cage and the smell finally reaching his nose made him place his hands on his knees and, "Blurrrrr!" vomit on the stone floor "This is the most disgusting sight I've ever seen and grossest place I've ever been...and I live in Valdin!" He looked back at Karl on star's back and scoffed at the fact that he wasn't sick in the slightest and looking around in curiosity "Why aren't you vomiting?"
Karl gave the teenager a mildly malicious look "'Cause I am a you have any idea what we go through for the sake of our patients? Thirty years ago, I worked in the maternity ward of the largest hospital in Valdin," his face went from serious to slightly sorrowful and disgusted "The new mothers in there stunk the place out with every child they pushed out, and there were twenty beds." he embraced himself and trembled, recalling his stomach-churning early medical career, "I still see the thick steam rising from their pussies and pus-soaked infants from the body heat...It was worse than when the queen had me deliver you. At least you didn't come out all covered in pus, just opera house slime and a cord."
He raised a hand to Karl and stuck his tongue out "Alright! Please enough about talk about vaginas."
"I even threw up on one of the preggos in there, I was so disgusted. That was the very last time I ever vomited: thirty years ago. And then my job there was over, and I end up working for the queen."
Gavrin and Star broke out into fits of laughter. Star wheezed in laughter and barely able to walk strait. "D-d-did...you really?" he asked, giggling.
Karl nodded slowly with a look of humiliation on his face "...Yeah. I was her doctor for the day...her baby was crowning. I saw her vagina and...threw up on her from knees to face."
Gavrin clutched his chest and threw a fit of laughter "Hwahahahahaahahahahahaaaahah aaaaha!"
Karl palmed his face "That's how all the other women in there laughed." The last thing to leave his mouth was a sight of frustration and recalling of the horrible event in his life.
I will put up the next chapter as fast as I can, but I am having real-world issues. Start reviewing! I need honest opinions Oh and sorry if this felt short, but I uploaded more quickly because I thought my fans would loose faith if I made 'em wait too long.
Here's the current cast
[Spyro & Cynder. Prince Zakan. Dara and Aventus. Gavrin Stone-Fist. Karl Henshin.]
Tell me if I should include another.
Next chapter will be awhile. So start reviewing.