AN: Before I even start, two things.
One, Kehtara moon: While I am happy that you want your OC in, I need a reliable way to contact you so that I can hash out the information I need for said OC. So as much as I would love to try and add your character, I can not until I have that.
two, I have decided to smash together the three chapters I have for you. This will extend the posting far more and will also let you know exactly where I am.
Chapter 5 "How did He do that?"
Spyro and Cyder could not believe their eyes. They were looking at six dreadwings chasing what looked like a dragon.
It defiantly was a dragon they were chasing. But where did it come from was something had no knowledge of.
They had been following the one of the dreadwings for a while now, ever since it took off really. They were curious how it could still be alive and where it had come from. They knew enough about the beats to stay a good distance away and so they did their best to keep it at the edge of their sight.
But when they saw it rise up in the air they thought that it had somehow seen them. Then they saw it dive.
At first they were confused, and then they saw its target. A dragon, who, from their distance, looked to be just a bit older then themselves. They sped up trying to get close enough to warn the dragon but they both figured, and subconsciously knew, they would never be able to get near enough to warn the dragon in time.
The dragon had not diverted from its path the entire time the Dreadwing was diving. They still were not close enough to warn the dragon sadly. Then suddenly the dragon spun faster than any dragon they had seen and struck the deadwing with what looked like ease.
The dragon then spun back around and kept flying like nothing ever happened.
The couple stopped dead in their tracks both mystified and confused.
How could a dragon have done that with such ease? They looked at where the dreadwing had crashed land, what they saw was a little weirder than what they had seen perversely. The dreadwing was still alive. They looked at each both wondering the same thing, "what just happened?"
They saw the dreadwing shake its head and take off again. This time when it got over the trees it let out an ear wrenching screech. Immediately after, and to the couple's horror, they saw five new dreadwings drop from higher up in the sky to join the chase. They had not even seen those dreadwings and both had to wonder where they had come from in the first place. It also started a deeper question of how they always seemed to appear from almost nowhere during Spyro's adventure, a few times for Cynder too.
Five of the dreadwings look like any other dreadwing although two of them were smaller than the rest, this included the injured dreadwing, but the sixth dreadwing was…the only word to describe it was gargantuan. The sixth dreadwing alone looked like it could carry at least 2 Gauls with enough room for one of his generals.
When the screeches were sounded the dragon looked back and then somehow put on more speed trying to get away.
Spyro and Cynder were still trying to get their minds on straight. First they were looking at six dreadwings, which alone would make things difficult. The second thing was who was this dragon and were did it come from?
They decided to try and follow and help if the dragon needed it, but no more until they knew that it was not an enemy. For something this new was sending their minds into overdrive as it worked to figure out what is going on.
After a small amount of time, the dragon suddenly dropped into the forest. This stunt shocked the dreadwings as much as the couple. But the dreadwings soon got over their shock and started to dive bomb the forest. They got to just about the canopy of the trees and struck at something below them then came back up to get ready for another run. It was possibly the oddest sight one would ever see.
Eventually one of the smaller dreadwings dived into the forest but not long afterward they saw what look like two trees fall over.
"They must be chasing dragon though the forest." Was the only thing Spyro could say as he stared at what was going on. It was the only thought that he was able to come up with that made any form of sense to him.
"But how? They're flying too fast to be chasing a dragon that is running through a forest."
"Whoever it is must somehow be flying through the forest."
"Is that even possible? There can't be enough room to do that."
Spyro just shrugged his shoulders and looked back. And good thing he did because as he did that they saw the dragon break from the trees and ram the smallest remaining dreadwing in the group.
The dragon continued is track up a little bit then just let itself fall back down but as it was doing that it ripped not only dreadwings neck out but also the head of the ape that was riding it clean off. The fact that they saw an ape again added yet another shock to the couple.
They both had a joke thought of, "This day is going on the calendar as the Day of Shocks"
The dragon went back into the forest but did not stay there alone for long. All four of the remaining dreadwings dived bombed it creating a new clearing in the rush of bodies.
The couple heard a series of roars, which sounded male they decided, and screeches then nothing. They beat their wings even faster fearing the worst but they soon saw the dragon come out of the new clearing almost unscathed.
He had, for they could tell for absolute certain now that they were a bit close that it did indeed have the build for male, a few small scratches and bruises but other than he looked good and he just flew on like nothing ever happened.
The two young dragons soon landed in the clearing, utterly shocked yet again.
All around them was utter chaos. The trees were all destroyed, ether shattered, crushed, or cut clean apart. There was also blood all over the place and the bodies of the dreadwings and their riders were scattered around as well.
One of dreadwings looked like it had been cut in half and its rider had a hole in his chest, and the other three dreadwings looked like they their chest or heads where crushed to dust with their rides in almost the same shape just except one. The biggest of the apes had a hole all the way through his head and said head was on the ground next to his body which was propped up against a tree.
"How did one dragon cause so much damage?" Was the first thing that Cynder could mutter.
Spyro was walking up to the largest body there, that of the gargantuan dreadwing saying, "I would like to know, How did he do that?"
The body was cut in half and its entire rib cage was smashed into dust making its skeleton almost jelly. It too also had a hole its head and many other scratches. It by far had the most damage, it was like it either did not want to die or someone was just trying to vent some anger.
Cynder walked up to next to Spyro and almost lost what food she had in her stomach. She looked around a bit more and noticed that someone had lost what food they had their stomach. When she pointed the throw up to Spyro nodded and observed that it must have belonged to dragon.
"But if he could do all this why would he throw up?" Cynder had said with a confused face.
"He must not like killing much or this is the first time he has had to ever kill something. I did it too the first time I kill something." Spyro said with a downed face like he was ready to cry.
Sudden curiosity pinged Cynder, this was a subject that had never come up between them and she really wanted to know more about her boyfriend. "Really, what happened?"
"Sparks had gotten stuck in a giant insect's web and I had to kill it to get him out of it. We immediately went back home and I threw up. It took my mother all day to cheer me up." His face was down and looking like he was ready to cry his eyes out. "I didn't want to kill anything, I still don't like killing but if I have too I will do it to protect those I love." He finished with a warm and loving smile towards Cynder.
Cynder smiled back, now knowing why it never came up. She also knew he had to get his mind elsewhere so she broached the subject that brought them here, "We should trying and catch up with that dragon or at least follow him till we know he will not do something that might cause some problems"
Spyro agreed quickly enough. So with one last look around they took off to follow the dragon. But when they got up above the trees they almost could not see him. Thankfully when they looked to east they spotted him. But just barely.
So they set off and just tried to keep him in their sight. While they flew threw ideas on who he was and where he came from back and forth. It let them ease the time away as well as keep their minds off what they had just seen, at least a little bit.
About an hour before the sun was to go over the horizon and start the night he landed. So they too quickly found a clearing and got something to eat.
They talked a bit more on whom the mystery dragon could be but they soon got tired. They had been flying all day and knew they would most likely be doing the same thing tomorrow so with Cynder facing the fire and Spyro curled around her, they went to sleep.
Cynder fell asleep quickly thanks to the warmth and comfort provided by the fire and the purple dragon beside her. Spyro, however, took a little longer. About five minutes after Cynder had fallen asleep Spyro just kept thinking about the new dragon wondering what had happened in that new clearing and how he was doing, but soon Cynder's deep breathing lulled him to sleep and sent his mind into the land of pleasant dreams.
Chapter 6 Day 2
When the Human-Turned-Dragon woke up, the first thing he felt was cold, and then a breeze.
Without really thinking, his mind still hazy from sleeping, he reached down to try and pull a blanket that was not there up. When his paws only grasped a branch his brain started to work again, and he was awake instantly.
His mind went into overdrive trying to remember where he was and why he was there. The answer came quick, and when it did he groaned.
"I guess that wasn't a dream then, that means I really did kill those creatures. But how, I still can't make since of it." The sun was just peaking over the horizon so he set his mind to sort out what happened the day before.
Flashback:
The confused Dragon had no idea what to do about the six dreadwings on his tail, he was freaking out and he was unable to come up with any idea that might be able to actually help him. The only thing he could accurately think of doing was exactly what he was doing: He was flying as fast he could, trying to go faster. But his wings were already sore from what little flying had been doing. To go any faster would make them hurt more than they already did, if this had happened after a few days he might have been able to deal with more, his wings stronger and more used to flying.
He looked back again and was shocked when he saw them gaining on him.
The Dragon-In-Trouble knew that there was no way he was going to out fly them, not at this speed and in his current condition. He also feared that he would be unable to fight since he had no idea how, in any way shape or form, more like he was not trained to fight but to him it was about the same thing. He had not even been the one who injured the one Dreadwing, trying to remember how just brought this hazy memory and he could not figure it out properly.
His only hope, he realized, was to trust in himself and whatever instincts came with his new form, some of which he knew had already come around. He just hoped it worked on demand. So he closed his eyes and just relaxed and tried to figure out what to do.
Too bad nothing was coming, no random voice or thought creeping into his head. Now he was running out of options, and as he had done everything sane, at least close to it. It was time to do something insane (One could argue that everything happening to him was Insane already).
The now crazy-minded-dragon had figured earlier, with all his manipulating of his wings, that maybe just maybe, he could fly through the forest. It was a wild shot but at the current point he was pretty much desperate, and any option no matter how crazy would do. So he went for.
He dropped into the forest with a quick movement of his wings and right away he realized his wings were way too big as they were to fly through them. With his mind already running rather fast, quickly figured out having his wings fully extended and flying through a forest was not going to work. It was a thought that he should have realized BEFORE he decided to fly through a forest but he was not exactly thinking straight.
The instant it did however, his start to flay his wings in all sorts of directions so as to properly fly through the trees. Soon he was twisting and turning, dodging branches, and a few startled wildlife, left and right.
He truly did not know how he was doing it, and yet here he was, flying through a forest. He instantly figured it down to instincts yet again and went back to the task at hand. Another portion of his mind thanking what little he experimented with earlier as well as keeping track of how he was flying currently and what twitch of which muscle did what so that he could possibly repeat it at a later date.
To make it a small bit easier on himself, the Tree-Dodging–Dragon used his Wind Sense to "feel" things he normally would be unable see which included a lot of branches and even some small animals as they went from tree to tree that he was missing earlier.
The, at the time, Forest-Flying-Dragon remembered hearing one of the dreadwings enter the forest to try and chase him down. But the dreadwing was moving way to fast and speared itself and its rider on a nearby tree killing both of them rather quickly he concluded. Looking back, he came to figure that maybe the only reason he was even surviving was because he was a bit crazy, and had rather interesting wing design.
"Ok one down, five to go?" Our dragon friend said aloud as he tried to find a way to thin their numbers even more. At that time, he was also high on adrenaline and since Flight was not working all that well, the previously beaten down Fight response was starting to make itself known.
He did not need to think long, from what he could figure out, it was here that his memory starts to get hazy and harder to figure out what happened. Either his instincts took over or whatever it was that made him a passenger in his own body had come back again, and made him breach through the canopy and ram the smallest of the remaining dreadwings.
He was shocked when he did this, but he also remembered feeling agitated. He had no clue what he was doing and yet with little trouble he knew exactly how to grab it so that they both went down with him in control and just the right moment to kill it on the way down so that it and the ape rider that he also killed would not cause any more trouble. And even with that little bit of clarity, it still did not know exactly how he did it, or where the feeling of satisfaction having sunk his claws into something flesh, drawing blood in battle, had come from.
He again breached the canopy and the next thing he remembers is getting rammed four very mad dreadwings. That alone should have hurt a great deal, and yet there seemed to be a buffer between himself and the attacking bodies, almost like something was pushing back in the other direction.
This is also where his memory became even more hazy, almost to the point of impossible to figure out. He would remember the faintest of feelings, an idea of how his body moved and why but that would be all. [But for the sake of the story you will know what exactly happened.]
When the dragon hit the ground he immediately roared and turned around and hit his attacker with the blunt end of his tail. Caring little for what might be around him, he ended up crushing the creature's rip cage and destroying the ape's lower extremes killing both of them almost instantly, the ape more from shock and internal hemorrhages than anything else.
He then continued his turn till he came to another dreadwing and he lunged at it, this happened to be the biggest of them at the time but the one in control had no clue. He hooked one of his wings' claws into its head and threw it while also hitting it with his tail jellifying its bones. That one's rider was thrown off and before it could react the dragon was on him with another hook through the head and claw through the neck cutting it clean off, he dropped them both against a tree and was right back in the fight the instant he got the dead bodies off of him.
The next dreadwing, he got rid of quickly by just swing his tail and cut it in half but as he did that he jumped and sent one of his hooks threw its rider's chest killing them instantly. The last of the four dreadwings he again brought his tail down but this time on its head crushing both its bones and its brain to near dust and swiped at the ape riding it with his claw cutting its chest clean open. He was suddenly swiped at by the biggest dreadwing who had yet to die. With one quick flick he cut it in half with the sharp end of his tail, ending the fight.
As the adrenaline ran down, and the strange haze started to recede, he looked around and had a mix of emotions. One was shock, how could he do that, another pride, he had done that, and still another fear, he could and did do that. He then took another look at the huge dreadwing behind him.
The haze vanished instantly, unfortunately the shock of having killed something in such a way as well as the shock of killing sentient creatures hit him full force. So he moved a bit to the side and vomited what little food he had. These were his first sentient kills and he had no idea what do to, now that he had done it, or how he did it in the first place
The sickly dragon took one last look around and quickly took off not wanting to see if someone came to investigate the commotion, or see it himself, that had been caused. When he was out of the new clearing he willed himself to go faster and the wind rose to his command.
When the dragon felt he was far enough he just let himself glide and just stared at the horizon that he was flying to. The sun was about half way past the middle of its path so he had plenty of time to think yet for the first time in a good long while he could not think of anything. He mind was as blank.
When the sun got to about half way down he shook his head and started to look for a decent place to sleep for the night but he could not see a thing so when he saw a tree that looked like it could support him he dove down to. He looked around a bit ate a few berries that he could find, climbed up into the tree and went to sleep far faster than he ever thought possible.
End of Flashback;
At remembering these events the confused dragon was more worried about himself than ever. He knew he had some anger management problems and was now afraid of what would happen if he were to lose his patience around other people what would he do. Would that haze return? Would he turn into a killing machine?
He decided to not think about that right know or ever really. He would deal with it when it came along and hope he could control himself. If not, well then he deals with the consequences.
But until then, he had also finally decided on something. He could not keep fleeing. It was he always did when in a "bully" situation, until he snapped there to. He was a natural Fight Response, and he knew he somehow got better results fighting than he does fleeing. So he fully planned, the next time he had to face someone who wanted to hurt him, he was going let his Fight Response out and see what he could come up with.
The Human-Turned-Dragon sent a silent apology to his parents and many others over the years who always said "Ignore and walk away, Don't Fight." From now on, he was doing the opposite…even if he had to figure how do such a thing as he went along.
Strangely enough had a feeling of satisfaction from in the back of his mind, but it vanished almost as soon as he noticed.
His thinking now done, it was time to get on with the day.
He rolled out of the tree he was in, which had supported him rather nicely, even if he was pocked in the side every couple of seconds. After he had eaten some berries that were still around, he figured that he could not go off of berries much longer and that if he was going to survive he was going to have to eat some real meat which meant ether find civilization soon or go hunting. The berries where nice and all, but they were not filling up nor leaving him really all that satisfied.
He had no idea how to hunt but he figured if he could fight like he did yesterday then he should be able to hunt with little problem. It was not all that hard to begin with when one thought of it. He was big, had deadly weapons covering his body. All he would have to do is grab the animal and break something important.
He sensed no game nearby so, with determination, he made a mental note to grab something, as he flew later, for dinner. Again, taking one last look around him, he noticing that the sun was about a quarter of the way up in the sky.
He signed, "If only had learned some survival things as a human or someone was with me this might be way easier."
He took off with little hesitation believing his statement to be true not knowing that as he was taking off two young dragons were watching him take off, with great luck for they did not normally wake up this early.
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Spyro and Cynder had been unable to sleep after the first rays of the sun had gotten over the horizon. They had tried, even covering each other's head with their wings. But the Sun was not to be denied and thus came their defeat.
So they got up early and had any early breakfast. They talked till the sun was a bit under a quarter of a way up in sky, they were procrastinating to begin with, they really did not want to take off. Once flying they started to head, slowly and leisurely towards were the dragon they were following was currently thinking.
When they saw their target taking off they both knew that their leisurely flying was over and sure enough when the dragon came over the canopy of the trees they had to speed up slightly to keep him in sight.
"Why do you thing he is flying to fast." Cynder asked for about the 5th time that day when the sun was about half way through the sky.
Spyro, grinning knowing that he was not the only one suffering from this crazy flying, could only say "He might be running or he might be trying to find someplace or someone, as fast as he can."
Cynder sight "Well I just wish he would slow down a bit."
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The dragon in question, at that time, still had no idea that he was again being followed and to top it off he thought that he was actually flying slowly.
But he was bored, so bored that he started experiment with his wind power trying to figure out how it worked and what he could possible do. There was only so much he could with what he knew however.
Call up his wind sense was becoming second nature. Messing with it, causing it to vary in its abilities was all he could really do with it. He was limited by how much he could sense, how far he could understand the winds. It was easiest closer to him, further way needed more concentration.
He "knew" how to use his Wind in a Breath, but not what forms he could take. His experimenting led him to figure out how to pressurize pockets of air in his mouth, then launch them at high speeds. The amount of air, how pressurized and what speed where the three key factors he had to worry about. Each factor messed with the others, and each factor took different amount of magic to change.
He knew he could mold the wind to his liking, but doing so was not all that easy. The further away the wind was from him, the harder it was. And even with the air directly near him, the most he was able to fully figure out how to work was creating actual wind, up to about a 30 MPH (48 KPH) if someone were to measure it.
The Experimenting-Dragon would keep working with all three, and trying a few random ideas for others. Some worked, making the air warmer or colder around him was one of better ones. Most ideas did not work. But in all he would be forced to as the sun reached halfway down in the sky, it was also then that he realized he was hunger.
The Hungry-Dragon then remembered his promise to try for some meat and a luck would have it there was a heard of Deer like creatures near where he was.
Catching and killing the one he wanted was as easy as flying down, grabbing onto the deer before quickly rising back up. The takeoff startling the deer, almost sending it into a panic, but a quick jerk of the leg and some important bones where snapped.
A little bit more flying and a good enough clearing was found for which to stay the night. The first thing he did was get a firing going. He had to stand on his hind legs to collect enough wood, but it was not all that difficult.
Starting the fire was also decently easy. A couple of dry kindling, some extra warmth and a light breeze, and finally a quick strike of a rock against the sharper point of his tail to create some sparks and soon the fire was going nicely.
Figuring out how to prepare the deer was much harder. He first had to figure out to skin it, then disembowel it. Thankfully cooking was a bit easier, even if it was cooking over a fire. His family had made sure he knew how to cook, even if his cooking was a bit plain at times.
The unused guts he buried, while the pelt he used it as a sleeping mat. This was after he had cleaned it up and figured out how to dry it. What meat he did not eat he cooled it to close to freezing to try and preserve it a bit and left it on a little platform of wood he was able to make.
What too due with the pelt, well that too a bit more time to figure out. There was not much use for deer pelt that he could think of, decoration being the first on his list. Then he thought of armor, but then quickly tossed it, one average sized deer was not going be enough to make him armor. But then the third option came, it MIGHT be usable as a sort of blanket.
He would go on to spend most of his night before he fell asleep sore and tired working with the pelt. He had never, nor ever really cared about, really known how to work with furs. But he did his best to work it in a way that the fur would be usable to help keep him warm, even if it did not cover him completely.
It was not the most comfortable of living, but he figured he could deal with it. It was living, one way or another. He went to sleep that night sleeping next to a smoldering fire, glad to have to had a decent day.
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While The Human-Turned-Dragon was enjoying his first real meal since he got to the strange new lands, Spyro and Cynder were also eating their way through their own dear that they had caught from the same herd.
They had been a little shocked when the dragon they were following had suddenly dived but when he came back up with a deer Spyro got a huge grin and sped up a bit, quickly catching a deer for them as well. But in doing so he also scared off the heard.
The couple was now next to small fire that Spyro had built, in the same clearing that the deer had been in, enjoying both the food and each other's company. When they had eaten their fill Spyro froze the meat for the morning, and they cuddled, both falling asleep in each other's grasp hoping that the next day would be easier than that day.
Chapter 7 On the "Road"
Our Dragon-who-was-Human woke up the next day at almost the same exact time as the day before. He was a little upset that his body would refuse to let him sleep in a bit more but he knew that it would be a good time anyways, and there were some habits that where nice to have.
So He got up and stretched out his body. Then he got an idea, actually it was something he remembered from one of the many they stories he had read, but it was idea that may be able to help him out a bit. This idea led him to dig a small hole and then call on his wind powers, more accurately the part that allowed him to control the temp of the air around him.
Thanks to all the practice he had gained the day before figuring out the temperature, it did not take him that long. He concentrated on the hole he had just made and lowered the temperature in it. He lowered it by a large amount and in doing so allowed for dew point to come and go and thus the air began to get rid of the moisture it had. And after little time the hole began to fill with water. It was not until he stopped that he realized that he had been concentrating for a while, and controlling the temperature had tired him out a bit.
So, it was not the absolute best it could probably be, but it would do for a stop gap. When our dragon friend had figured he had "squeezed" all the water he could from the air, he leaned down and took a quick sip. He found the taste alright; he had tasted worse in his life. With finding the water alright, our dragon friend drank as much as he could. And whatever was left he just left there.
His experiment now over, he now knew that no matter what, as long as there is moister in the air around him, he would never go thirsty.
He looked around at the "camp site" around him taking in what was still around. The remaining dear still looked good, so he ate what was left deciding that half of a dear was more than enough to satisfy his hunger. His camp fire was still had a great amount of heat left in it, enough to start a new fire easily. So as he ate he rose it up to get rid of the cold around him and threw the remaining logs on the fire. He was soon full and warm.
He then took a look at the pelt on his back and to his surprise he found that it had somehow got directly on his back and stuck on his fins. It would now be reasonably difficult to remove it but at least he knew he did not have to worry about it going anywhere, seeing how he wanted to take it with him.
This had been one of his main concerns the night before. After looking it over he went off to go the bathroom, again do NOT need to go over that so much.
By the time the sun was completely over the horizon he was done so he sucked all of the oxygen away from the fire, effectively putting it out, took one last look to make sure he had not forgotten anything and took off. He flew a bit slower than yesterday.
He was still rather tired, as well as sore from the previous days. He also wanted to enjoy the scenery a bit. And as luck would again have it Spyro and Cynder were just waking up.
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The couple woke up in a positive mood despite what their bodies said. Already knowing they were going to have to move quickly, given what they had seen the yesterday, so they ate quickly what little bit was left of their dinner.
As they ate, they conversed about the dragon they were following. An agreement was reached to see if he was awake and if he was try and talk to him but if he was asleep they would back of a bit to wait for him to wake then talk to him. And yet, if he was already flying they would just follow him like they had the day before. It was an adaptive plan, one that allowed them to have some form of control on how they met the dragon they were following.
So they quickly did their business and took off. They saw their target a short distance away so they stopped at his camp site to take a look and see what they could find. They found the few remains of the dear that their target could not stand to eat and a burnt out fire that still had a great amount of heat to it.
Not seeing much they took off and followed the target dragon at a distance.
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All three would, unknowingly, spend the whole day experimenting a little bit with their powers. Spyro and Cynder did this in a greatly reduced manor; they were still recovering from the final fight with Malefor as the battle had drained much of their strength and powers before they were finally able to defeat their enemy.
They had been drained so much that they feared it would take months longer to fully recover. Thankfully the several weeks they had already gone through was enough for their physical strength to return to a large degree. They had yet to return to their previous levels but they knew it was going to take time for that. They would have to hope they had that time. And so their experimenting was seeing what little things they could do, sometimes to try and impress the other.
When the sun was again about half way down, the elder dragon found more game to eat, with Spyro and Cynder following close behind him in the catch. Not long afterwards both the single dragon and couple found clearings and settled in the same way they had the night before.
When Human-Turned-Dragon was done with his meal he took the dear pelt that was on his back off, it did take a bit to do so. He took a look around him looking for a good way to make some form of rope.
He did not have any experience making rope; all he really had to go on was different books and TV shows.
Seeing only plants and anything else that would be in a forest, he decided he would experiment yet again. He had no other thing to do and his ideas were his best option.
First he tried some of the organs that he just could not eat from the dear. That failed, the dried organs did not want to stay together and were too hard to manipulate as too big to be reliable.
The next item he tried was the grass around him but that was even harder. The grass was much too short to be able to tie together and would take the patience of a monk to get much of anywhere with it. And this Human-Turned-Dragon was not a Monk in his past life, and was sure he had never been a monk in any other life he had any of those too.
The third idea had him peeling the bark off the trees and working with that. With a little bit of peeling and some work the experimenting-dragon was able to come up with a way to make the bark act like a rope, tough and ridged rope but a rope none the less. It was more like he was turning the bark into long strands and then twirling the strands together.
There had been a few types of trees around him, and each type gave him different types of rope, he experimented until he got a rope that was close enough to the type of rope that he could work with.
With his new rope he went about cutting small holes into the side of each pelt so that he could tie them together. He made the new pelt in a way that allowed him the drape it over his right side and around his wing comfortably. That required a bit more cutting and manhandling, (or is it dragonhandling?) but eventually he got it to work well enough for him.
He tied them together with the best knots he could. Confident with his work, he tested the strength of the knots. A few did not work as well as he hoped, so he tried again until he got the result he wanted. He was a dragon on a mission, and he was determined to get this right.
With the knots secured and holding he draped the pelts back over his back and positioned them so that they were comfortable. The make shift "blanket" was coming together nicely and fitting him perfectly, even if it looked awkward.
As he lay there, on his left side hoping to keep as much heat as possible, next to his fire the Dragon-With-Dear-Pelt was looking at the pelts and for some wired reason was starting to think that he wished he knew how to make leather armor because he knew that it would really help him in this new world.
He knew that any form of protection was better than none and that while Leather Armor was generally easy to get through, it would at least help him out to some degree. And after what happened the other day, any degree was better than none.
While the Thinking-Dragon was thinking about how to make some leather armor Spyro and Cynder were both wishing they could get rid of few pieces of armor that they had collected along their journey. They were uncomfortable and they were getting itchy, but they both knew that it had helped them greatly in during their journey, possibly even saved their lives a few times. But still, they both wished that they could find civilization fast so they could relax and not have to worry about getting attacked. And if that hope was nicked, they could at least hope that where ever they ended up could help them make their armor a bit more comfortable.
Both parties went to sleep not long after the sun went down, beat and tired from all of the flying. And they both got up at almost the exact same time the next morning; it was almost like some other being was directing these actions. They again both finished what was left of their dinner and took flight. And did almost the exact same thing as the day before all the way up to end of day.
Again the Creative-Dragon worked on his pelt blanket that he was seriously thinking about turning into an improvised armor, this time putting the new pelt on the left so that it would be even.
Once done, he was not yet tired, so he experimented with his power. As he was in such a small area though, he decided he would manly try something had only barely begun to scratch the surface of: Collecting Gasses. He knew the air he breathed was made up many, many different types of gasses and different combinations did different things. To do so required a great deal of concentration so far, but even still it was interesting to see some of the affects.
And after a few small explosions, three unwanted fires of different colors, and one implosion which were done almost subconsciously he began figuring out NOT to manipulate them.
With a random thought, he made an air dome around him so that he could not be heard or approached easily. It was almost scary how that came so easily, it was as if the dome was made of pressured air and contained by wind but if he concentrated too hard on trying to figure out HOW he was doing it, the dome would always vanish.
He was amazed at his powers and what he could do with them. The more he used them, the more it felt like second nature to him, and the more that happened the less he noticed he was control the very air around him. There seemed to be no end to what Wind can do, or as he was liking to call it, Air. It always felt like he was doing just a bit more than control Wind.
Sadly, all good things must come to end, so after a good bit more of experiment, he began to get tired. Knowing that fighting sleep would be a bad thing, he let himself slip into dream land having the first happy thoughts he had had in a long time.
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And while the Experimenting-Dragon was experimenting Spyro and Cynder were talking about their experiences and what they had seen.
While Cynder's were mostly dark and made Cynder a little upset at having to bring up, Spyro was always able to cheer her up, being a good listener, and applying what little advice he could have.
This helped Cynder feel better about herself and made her really glad that Spyro was her boyfriend and her love. For even a dragoness like Cynder, that was exactly what she needed and it allowed her to move on from a past that she had never truly moved on from.
After some time they both got sleepy and went to sleep in their normal arrangement hoping tomorrow would bring about something new.
But like creatures the universe over they forgot one cardinal rule about life: "Be careful what you wish for…"
AN: So that is everything I have been able to edit so far. I don't really know if you readers like short or long chapters, I personally like the longer ones because that has a lot of things happening in it. I have also noticed that the majority of my chapters are the same length and don't really have much happening.
That is sort of the reasoning for this extended multipost. It is also because I was looking at my other stories and I realized just how short and uneventful some of these things are. And so as I type new stories I am working on changing that. Sadly, as these are edits of an orginal all I can really do is put together multiple chapters.
Now this means I need to get my but in gear and work on more editing, sadly that may take me a bit. I have gotten myself interested in a new story, sadly it is not a fanfiction so I can not post it here. But I will try and balance my typing so that I can get to this editing.
But until I can get there, happy reading. And please do leave reviews , I am crazy short on those.
27 FEB EDIT: Ch 5 should not have much, formatting for the most part, some bits in there though. Ch 6, that was a lot of reworking thanks to later plot items and the wings. Ch 7 should have a few items as well. And over arching, I am aware that Leather Armor is not made in the way I am describing, I'm using creative License and "it's fantasy" to make it so.