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Alright, Dracen time! And--lots of those things that are happening!
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~Angel~
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Dragonologist: COMPLETE. 163,532 words.
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Rayne was able to calm Ryre down after a few minutes, knowing the cub had far better hearing than she did and clearly knew his Uncle wasn't doing well. It always shocked her how perceptive he seemed to be about comings and goings, but Rayne was thankful she didn't have to do too much to assure him things were alright. He was safe and she would keep it that way.
Until the ground shook with a familiar jostle. A dragon landing. Rayne knew it like the back of Ryre's paw. Some of the snow covering the trees plopped to the ground in heaps along the treeline, giving an idea of where the other had landed. Ryre perked up as he sniffed the air animatedly, trying to figure out the same answer Rayne was. Who was here and why? There had been no call or roaring to alert them, family who came somewhat often would always adhere to that courtesy, which meant someone new—or before her time with Magnus had arrived.
“Shhh,” Rayne whispered to him and settled him back inside her winter coat. Being as high up as she was, she had a good line of sight when some of the trees were shaken at their bases, the snow once again shifting and disappearing down below. The tigress heard a voice speaking fast and excited down below, the lack of leaves making it far easier to hear from a distance. Rayne recognized the voice after it grew closer and quickly peered through the falling snow.
Sini the terror, as Magnus liked to call her, came trotting along the snow cheerfully. She had grown in size by a fair bit, being bigger than a horse drawn carriage and its horse from head to tail tip. Rayne relaxed a little but then her logical brain began to kick in ten fold. Sini was supposed to be at Malandra and Arjun's cave until they returned. Sini wasn't able to fly great distances quite yet. The jostling of the trees was a far bigger dragon and since it was continuing, who had brought Sini there?
“C'mon! C'mon!” Sini huffed as she turned about quickly but also surprisingly mindful of the trees as to not slice through them with her tail blade or smack them with her wings.
“Sini!” Ryre chirped from their position, crawling out of Rayne's coat and trotting along the tree branch. The young dragoness peered up at them as her whole body wiggled in excited greeting like a great dog.
“Rayne! I found you!” Sini grinned eagerly, putting her front clawed paws on the hefty tree trunk and pushing her long muzzle up to chit chat. “Good! I wanted to find you first.”
“What are you doing here?” Rayne asked as she pet Sini's nose to try to calm her wiggling or Rayne was about to find her way to the ground rather quickly.
“It wasn't my idea,” Sini murmured, her ears turning back as she pouted up at Rayne. “But Glynny said she's got things to do so she can't keep an eye on me anymore.”
“Glynny?” Rayne frowned hard as Ryre batted at Sini's nostril playfully. Her whole body became aware of itself when the realization hit her, sitting straighter and eyes darting behind Sini. Glynwen. The sister Rayne had never met nor did Magnus even mention very often. Her personality he had told her was similar to Xipil, and Rayne knew Xipil the Charring was a cruel, ruthless thing. As far as Rayne had understood, Glynwen hadn't come to Magnus' place in a VERY long time and he hadn't expected her to, ever.
“Yeah, big sis Glynny's been watching me since Mah and Dah went to get Dracen. He wasn't home so's I told Glynny everybody probly came here,” Sini answered as the steps of a larger dragon—dragoness approached them. Rayne scooped Ryre up in her arms instantaneously, Ryre whining a little but he seemed to still when he saw—or felt Rayne's sudden panic.
Sini turned her head backwards as the white dragoness approached, looking positively bored with everything as her silver-gold molten eyes took in the forest like it were a stain or a splotch. Her red guard scales were identical to Arjun's, making her far more luminous than the bland white and greys of the hibernating forest. Glynwen's eyes locked with Rayne's and she plastered on a smile of some sort—mostly teeth.
“Ah, yes,” Glynwen acknowledged, “The mortal mate and babe. Drizzle, was it?”
“Glynny,” Sini reprimanded her older sister with a slightly annoyed tone, “Its Rayne.”
“Oh, no silly,” Glynwen nuzzled Sini affectionately on her side. “This is snow, it's snowing out.”
Sini pouted and frowned in annoyance, taking in a deep breath but Rayne interrupted what was going to be a very long and hard to understand explanation,
“It's fine, Sini, just let it be for the moment. It is—very nice to meet you.”
“I'm sure it is,” Glynwen responded as her stance changed to proud and regal. “I usually don't keep mortal company, so this is a rare opportunity for you.”
Glynwen then shook her mane out a bit, letting it fall straight and soft around her face as if that was going to make Rayne bask in the awe of her. Rayne couldn't help but blink at the creature and it took everything not to shake her head at the white dragoness. Being introduced to Magnus' immediate family had somehow lost its once awe inspiring luster, it seemed.
“I can take Sini to Malandra and Arjun, save you a trek, since you have things to do,” Rayne offered up, hoping the dragoness would take it instead of becoming involved with the disaster inside Magnus' cave. Malandra and Dracen had made it very clear that the red dragon carcass out in their woods was one of Glynwen's suitors and the last thing that Dracen needed was more confrontation in the wake of a pissed off younger sibling.
Rayne saw the flash of thought grace Glynwen's features for a moment, the siblings all sharing that sort of expression when they were considering their options. The expression turned solemn as Glynwen snorted out hot steam from her nostrils.
“I would love to accept, Drizzle, but Dah wouldn't want me to leave without saying goodbye,” Glynwen answered, “And Mah would get cross with me if I didn't at least say hullo to Magnus after all this time.”
“How long's it been?” Rayne questioned, petting Ryre's head and realizing that he wasn't acting normally at all. His body felt rigid, muscles tight in fear as he stared up at Glynwen with an unblinking stare. This was not his usual behavior towards dragons—family or no it seemed. He usually tried to climb up or chew on every other dragon he had met—but with Glynwen he seemed too shocked and almost afraid.
“At least 200 years or so, I would think,” Glynwen pondered aloud. “Mah's been pestering me about meeting his new brood for a while but I've just been busy.”
“I see,” Rayne responded calmly, scratching Ryre's mat of hair a bit and catching his eyes, “We'll go home to Dah, alright?”
Ryre looked back at Glynwen and Rayne felt the hackles along his spine erupt. She stroked them back down and hooked his little arms around her neck, making sure he knew they were heading down the tree again. Since he was able to, he would cling to her like an opossum babe as she found footing into the trees but—this time his little body wasn't easy going, this time his body felt more like a vice grip. His eyes never stopped staring at Glynwen, not when Sini tried to nuzzle him. Not when they climbed onto Sini's back for quicker speed. Not the whole trek back to the mountain.
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The pain had become tolerable after a time. The numbing paste Rayne had concocted felt as if it hadn't been enough, but Dracen considered how the spell would have felt if it hadn't been present on his wing. Keeping Rori under his good wing and pressing as much as she could be against him, he found himself wanting to hide there forever with her. She hadn't said much after he gathered her up in their new position, letting him nuzzle and nibble her however he felt to.
He felt it was a profoundly more intimate act than anything he had ever experienced before with anyone. Considering how much he tended to keep to himself about things like pain, he was surprised to say he felt connection when knowing that even though it was only physically, it had resulted in Rori feeling emotionally pained. He did not like causing such a thing, but even his family had known he could get through it on his own since he always had. Rori didn't care if he had dealt with things on his own before and openly expressed the inner turmoil with him, the vulnerability of her state of mind—because of worry and fear for him.
He felt that raw power of possession, that idea that he had to get better not for his sake—but for hers. He knew that if something were to challenge them, he would do anything and everything he could to stand in the way of it for her and in turn, she would for him—had for him. That level of certainty made his entire being buzz with unknown feelings, as if he could do anything as long as the motivation behind it was because of her—entirely.
Dracen growled deeply, understanding leading to more feelings leading to more thoughts. He suddenly loathed being within family's earshot, otherwise he would have taken her right then and there, injured wing or no.
It wasn't until he heard a soft growling from under his chin that he realized Rori had simply fallen asleep. He snorted a little and eased her head down to lay peacefully on one of his forearms, stroking her fluffed mane and hoping that she could get some proper rest. She had been hunting for two, dealing with the family drama as well as trying to keep Dracen comfortable in stranger's territory. Dracen had every intention of letting her sleep until spring if she needed to.
Dracen heard the animated chatting of his relations echo down the long corridor, clearly something had gotten them riled up all of a sudden. Since Dracen wasn't the cause and Rori wasn't either, he felt he should at least let them know to keep it down a bit. He couldn't keep his own promise to let her sleep as long as she wanted if there was too much ruckus coming from the rest of the cavern system. Dracen slowly unwound his body from Rori's, carefully setting her limp head down and watching her curl up to compensate for his lack of presence, making sure she was still sound asleep before starting to leave on light feet.
He found his usual sneaking way helped stop his wing from shifting too much and glad for it. If he had learned to lumber around like his father, he had a feeling he would have been making a pained groan with every stride. Even with the ache of his healing wing, it felt good to step out of the cavern. He had been nosing around occasionally but with his mother and Sire about, he hadn't had a lot of nerve to go too deep.
“Of course I am happy to see you both,” his mother's voice echoed down the tunnel at him, “But we were about to come get Sini in the morning.”
“Didn't find Dracen cowering in his lair?”
That voice made Dracen halt his trek. No, he thought, no she wouldn't have come to Magnus' lair, why would she? Still, he moved silently towards the opening to peer out into the main chamber and saw a large amount of nothing with his father' large body in the way.
“Mind your tone, things have changed,” Malandra warned the room it seemed. Dracen tried to peer around the old ram but that way nearly impossible. Dracen spotted the small swishing tail in his father's peppered mane and the ache in his wing tripled. Just the sight of the little blue demon dragoness definitely made Dracen want to turn back and cower with Rori. Sini had arrived, perhaps she had come with Ethera?
“Changed?”
“Your brother's been injured, badly,” Rayne's little voice chirped in, “He's resting here until he's healed up.”
“I didn't know you would go and injure him, mother. I was just trying to look out for him.”
“I wasn't the cause of his injury, Glynwen,” his mother grumbled, confirming that his original theory that he knew ANY of his family's behaviors to be disastrously wrong. Well, perhaps his family would chase her off before Rori awoke. The best plan would be to make sure thins stayed civil and calm and his mother and Sire were the only two who could prevent Glynwen from spilling blood.
Then again, perhaps the sight of him thus would spook her off. Glynwen didn't like to deal with emotional turmoil, hence why she had always sought out others to solve her emotionally driven problems. Hence why the red was dead in the first place. Dracen found his courage return, at least he could teach his little sister a lesson and possibly scare her off his tail for a time.
“It is not all her fault, mother,” Dracen interjected as he stood as regally as he could, the weight of his broken wing making his normal stance lean slightly. His father turned his large head round over his shoulder and wing, giving Sini her first real look at Dracen's condition. “I agreed to help her. Neither of us knew the consequences for it.”
“Dracen!” Sini blurted as she scurried off her Sire and started to walk along side him, staring in great shock at his wrapped wing. Dracen purposefully came round his father slowly, letting the scene play out accordingly. His mother was closer to Glynwen and the entrance, Rayne was settled on a flat, higher surface while Magnus wrapped himself around the natural dais and his father, he realized, had purposefully blocked where he and Rori were staying with his larger body.
Glynwen looked far more confused than she had been in her adult hood, looking him over as if he had caught scale rot.
“The female do that to you?!” Glynwen hissed, her once calm composure turning animalistic.
“Your red friend did this to me,” Dracen slapped her with the realization as calmly as he could.
The raw Glynwen vaporized as she scanned the floor with her molten eyes, no doubt thoughts rapidly going through her head as she tried to make sense of the words.
“You can't be serious,” Glynwen scoffed a bit, “You shoved his own horn into his claw! He should have known—”
“Known what?” Dracen spat at her, “As far as I can work it out, he was going for what he thought was a rival—or to take revenge.”
“Glynwen,” his mother calmly began as his sister's face became a distant distortion of maddening anguish and confusion. “What's done is done. Dracen will heal—”
“Where is HE?” Glynwen demanded, her back arching up like a spooked feral cat, her eyes directed at Dracen in their swirling fury.
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Aurorianna felt the small paws push and shove under some of her webbing, huffing a few times to warn which ever of her sister's young was trying to snuggle into her. The little creature burrowed against her chest and shoulder before curling entirely up like a winter fox. She settled again but something seemed off. The hatchling was far warmer than normal—far smaller than her sister's young. She snorted when her head lifted up as she began to remember where she was and what—was not a tundra hatchling. She lifted her wing to peer at the tiger cub curled up, blinking a few times as she regained herself. She nosed the little thing once in the back to get his attention, but he remained curled and—oddly tense against her.
“Ryre?” she questioned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her other wing claw. “Ryre...come on now, little one. Dracen will get cross if you're in here.”
“Stay here,” Ryre whined, wiggling under her wing further. Rori paused in her groggy thoughts, gently scooping him into her clawed paw and nosing his body again lightly.
“Why Ryre stay here?” Rori whispered as she opened her wings up and settled to sit on her haunches. “What's wrong out there?”
“Dwagon,” Ryre responded as he peeked at her from over his forearm. “Bad dwagon.”
“Bad?” Rori repeated as she looked around for Dracen and saw he was gone. “What kind of bad dragon? Your grandpa?”
“Noooooo,” he whined again, “Bad dwagon.”
“Do you know them?” Rori questioned further, wanting to leave and find Dracen but clearly Ryre was frightened.
“Mm-mm. Bad dwagon. Gamma know, I dunno.”
“Where's dah?”
“Wiff momma, out wiff dwagon an' Gamma an' Gampa.”
“And Unck?”
“Mmhm.”
Aurorianna carefully lifted her paw to her mane line on her head, slipping Ryre inside it and waiting until he had flattened out safely.
“We will make sure everyone is alright,” Rori stated to him, “And if you need to hide, go to Dah and Momma.”
“Okey,” Ryre agreed in a fearful tone.
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Magnus began to ponder moving his cave and things to some where his family wouldn't know of. Not only had his brother and the ice chomper been existing here, but his Sire and mother and now his two crazed sisters were taking over. He thought perhaps something in the western desert lands would suit his mate and son. Sure, there were insane traveling bands of mortal dragon killers, witch covens and the like but they seemed to pale in comparison to his family's constant drama. He really couldn't blame anyone but himself at this point. Even if Rayne had let them all in, it wasn't like she would have known better about any of them. She hadn't spent more than a few years around some of his kind and wasn't well versed in telling them to leave. Perhaps he could ask Kara to make a bigger stone to use the portal magic to move all their things far—FAR away from here.
His younger siblings were squabbling—again. That wasn't out of the ordinary with them since they were forced to live together for a prolonged period of time without one of them murdering the other. Glyn was about to go murder something, preferably not any towns close by since—Rayne had fond memories of those places.
Dracen seemed to be feeling better at least, truth be told holding him down as forcefully as his sire and Magnus had, he felt a pang of sympathy for his little blue brother. It had to rake Dracen to the core to be grounded but it also seemed to be helping with his new mating bond and putting his trust in another.
In the back of his mind Magnus was counting how long it would take for Glynwen to simply turn into a raging inferno, right now he had reached 567 seconds when something surprising caught his attention.
The ice breather came around his father's swooshing tail, making Sini back up into his sire's side and stare shocked at the new comer. Ha, something caught the little demon off guard, bet she hadn't ever seen an ice breather before. It must have been quite a shock for one to just materialize out of the back of his lair. He smirked a bit at the thought, at least the ice breather had been keeping her nose out of his business.
Rayne's body language changed as she observed Rori as well, the tundra dragoness' path leading right to himself and Rayne. There was arguing somewhere in the back of his mind as his brother simply started to let Glynwen understand what consequences were. He didn't pay it any mind as Rori lowered her nose to Rayne, watching his son crawl quickly into Rayne's arms and burrow back into her chest and neck.
“Ryre, I thought you were napping,” Rayne soothed him quietly.
The ice breather turned her head towards the raging of his sister's stance, having asked something loudly but he really didn't care much for it. Glynwen was always spoiled, if things didn't go her way she would always turn it into a tantrum.
“Dead,” the ice breather responded as she walked confidently out into the fray of his kin. She took the open spot between Dracen and his mother, sufficiently blocking Rayne's view of it all.
“Rayne, go and put Ryre back down, hm?” Magnus encouraged his little curious mortal. She turned to look up at him, before nodding a bit and conceding rather easily. She climbed off of her platform and over his tail before disappearing into the tunnel.
“The tundra tramp?” Magnus heard Glynwen murmur.
The fast movement caught Magnus' attention again as he watched Dracen's new mate slap Glynwen so hard his own horns vibrated. At least Rayne hadn't been around for that, she probably would have tried to stop it or shout loudly. Magnus would get involved if it started to shake the cave down, but otherwise he was just going to enjoy the show.
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Everyone went still. Everything went still. No droplets from the ceiling, no wind rushing around them. Aurorianna had slashed Glynwen's cheek and now blood gently trickled out of the wounds. Dracen didn't even know she was there—or how she had shot passed him after proclaiming Glynwen's suitor dead. Glynwen and the rest were just as confused, Rori's sudden appearance taking Glynwen out of her fury.
Aurorianna was in his sister's face and space as if she were ten times her own size, practically daring Glynwen to bite the end of her muzzle off.
“You DARE call me the tramp?” Rori's voice quaked with her own tempering emotions, “You? Who couldn't keep her tail DOWN or drive off her own suitors?! Whose actions were so selfish and callous that they nearly got your own kin choked to death?!”
“If you were smart,” Glynwen glowered as her head rose up, the slits of her pupils barely visible in the sea of molten metal iris'. “You would back down. Now.”
Rori met his sister's stare with her own, the purple gem stones glittering wildly.
“You don't have the horns to tell a male to get off your back. Why in all the ice breather hells would I be afraid of a whore like you?”
Glynwen's rage toppled over and suddenly there were claws and dragons darting everywhere. Dracen managed to yanked Rori free of his sister's grip just as his father leaped to grab his sister by her—everything.
“I got 'er!” His sire strained to say through his daughter's thrashing and gnawing, wrapping his great fore arms around her as well as his wings. “Easy lil' one! Be easy!”
Dracen had a lot less luck pinning Rori down with his wing still aching but he finally sat his whole length on her and simply knocked the wind out of her.
“Why is it every time I get to pin you lately—I never get the chance to take you?” He whispered in her ear angrily as well as using it to distract her. Aurorianna's body tensed underneath him as her mane fluffed out, her head snapping around to stare at him.
“Dracen!” she scolded him.
“LET ME GO DAH!”
“She did'n mean it, Glynny! Jus' calm yerself!”
“I'LL TEAR HER EYES OUT!”
“Now yeh can't d'that! She's family now!”
Glynwen's fight went right out of her, her eyes blinking a few times as her pupils turned to their normal size.
“No...” she breathed out, twisting her head round to look at Dracen and then glare at Rori. “No, no NO NO! MAH!”
Glynwen's head whipped towards Malandra who had started to rub at her forehead with a wing claw. Dracen then spotted his little sister hiding inside his mother's mane, so that was where the little demon went.
“Don't look at me, Glyn. I have no control over either of your brothers,” his mother dictated and looked pointedly at Magnus, then Dracen.
“What did I do?” Magnus queried.
His mother lifted her clawed paw up to simply shut Magnus up. He shrugged and went to doing absolutely nothing.
“She's an ice chomper!” Glynwen divulged as if none of them knew any better.
“And she's kin whether you like it or NOT!” Malandra snapped at his sister, “Right now I'm thankful for the little ice breather since she's the only reason your brother is still breathing!”
“I have a NAME!” Rori snapped from under him. Oh sweet gods of old, dragoness shouldn't be allowed in the same cave.
“Oh would you give it a rest! I'm trying to keep your tail attached to your haunches!” His mother shouted at Rori. “You got your lick in, be grateful for that! Now let me handle my daughter!”
“HA!” Rori laughed hard once at his mother's comment. “I doubt it!”
“What do you mean—HANDLE me?” Glynwen butted in. “I can handle myself!”
“Oi...ENOUGH!” Arjun roared over the chattering of the dragoness, making the cavern shake a few droplets onto Dracen's head. He released Glynwen from most of her entrapment before pointing a harsh clawed digit down. Glynwen sat on her haunches harshly, crossing her fore arms over her red-scaled chest. “Keep yeh'r claws and paws teh yerselves for the fire gods sake! And yeh'r options!”
“Opinions, father,” Magnus interjected.
“Thah' too! Dracen! Get off'er! Don't need teh see yeh gettin' cozy in front've the lil' one,” Arjun scolded Dracen. Reluctantly, Dracen lifted his body up and let Rori sit properly next to him, her stance more embarrassed than fearful of the old duffer.
“The Ic—Rori,” His father corrected himself. “Is family. Yeh can't kill'r.”
“Are you damn serious?” Glynwen growled, “She attacked me FIRST!”
“AH!” Arjun raised his clawed finger into Glynwen's face, making her close her mouth and seethe. “No killin' family. Th'rule stands or yeh'r bruthers woulda killed yeh off long ago.”
Glynwen made a sort of coughing hiss through her teeth, not saying yes or no but not wanting to be reprimanded by their father again.
“Now yeh'r mah's righ'. Dracen'll be okay with time but yeh did get him in a peck o'trouble.”
“Why are you talking to me like that was my fault?” Glynwen defended herself.
“Because it is your fault,” Rori snapped at her.
“Opinions to yourself!” Glynwen snapped back.
“She's right Glynwen,” Malandra interrupted the spat before Arjun could.
“What? You think this is my—”
“Would he have gotten hurt if you had told the male off yourself?”
“Mah—”
“WOULD he have been hurt? Yes or no?”
Glynwen stayed quiet, her eyes staring directly at their mother's. It was a weight on them all to have her face the blame, Dracen couldn't remember a time in recent memory where they weren't tip toeing around Glynwen. After she had lost her mate-to-be, they all tried—save Magnus—to keep her from murderous rampages as well as simply giving into strong sadness. Clearly his mother thought she had been coddled enough.
“I don't need this,” Glynwen scoffed at them angrily. “It was nice seeing you again Magnus. Tell Drizzle I apologize for not saying farewell myself.”
With that, she was gone, out the main chambers in a quick bound of legs and flap of wings.
Malandra let out a deeply held sigh, the fight draining from her as his father lumbered over to her and Sini.
“...What is drizzle?” Magnus inquired in a confused way, missing the point entirely. How had mother said he was the smart one in the family?
“It'll be alrigh', Mal. She'll be fine,” Arjun tried to comfort his mother who had started to lean heavily into his father's side.
“I've done a lot of magic and a lot of parenting today. I do not wish to do either in the nearby future,” Malandra stated to the room.
“Dracen?” the sound of Sini's voice asked from below his sight. He looked down at his little sister, her ears wilted as she tried to look up at him but kept peering down at the floor.
“Yes, demon?” He responded.
“I'm sorry your wing's messed up,” she apologized—for some reason.
“I don't think you did it, so don't feel bad,” Dracen tried to say without scowling at her.
“So...” Sini trailed off before looking up at Rori. “You—are my new big sister?”
Rori looked absolutely adorable as she let the thought sink in.
“Yes?” Rori answered though not too convincingly.
“I'm Sini! Do you wanna play?” Sini spat out as her whole body wiggled in excitement.
“In a bit, little one,” Malandra chimed in. “You and Dah go get some dinner for everyone, alright?”
“Oh,” Sini wilted, “Okay.”
Dracen released his held breathe and nudged Rori to start moving. There was no telling if Sini would simply ignore their mother's order or not and he didn't need to subject Rori to that kind of torture yet.
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Glynwen scented the stench of death not far from Magnus' lair entrance. She had been the dealer of it quite frequently so it didn't go by her unnoticed. She stared at the snow-frozen corpse of her recent lover, Sootrus, feeling nothing after realizing what he had done to Dracen. Truth be told she still wasn't feeling much these days. That was why she cast Sootrus off in the first place. He felt for her, wholly and fully and she only saw him as—not Tylbiar.
Everyone was not Tylbiar and that made her hurt more.
Glynwen gave her head a hard few shakes, trying to keep from breaking down here about someone who would never come back to her. He was dead, just as dead as Sootrus was in front of her now. Glynwen stomped around and paced in the darkening night, trying to keep at bay the feeling of loneliness, the guilt she felt for Dracen loosing his wing and almost loosing his life.
She lost a part of herself once, she didn't know how she would have reacted if someone would take a part of her family away from her. She glowered at the corpse before hearing the sound of hard beating wings and the chipper tones of her little sister.
She strode over the corpse of Sootrus and slashed her tail through the hard, frozen meat of his neck, bone and mane, severing his head clean from his body and continuing quietly into the night.
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~Angel~
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Rayne was able to calm Ryre down after a few minutes, knowing the cub had far better hearing than she did and clearly knew his Uncle wasn't doing well. It always shocked her how perceptive he seemed to be about comings and goings, but Rayne was thankful she didn't have to do too much to assure him things were alright. He was safe and she would keep it that way.
Until the ground shook with a familiar jostle. A dragon landing. Rayne knew it like the back of Ryre's paw. Some of the snow covering the trees plopped to the ground in heaps along the treeline, giving an idea of where the other had landed. Ryre perked up as he sniffed the air animatedly, trying to figure out the same answer Rayne was. Who was here and why? There had been no call or roaring to alert them, family who came somewhat often would always adhere to that courtesy, which meant someone new—or before her time with Magnus had arrived.
“Shhh,” Rayne whispered to him and settled him back inside her winter coat. Being as high up as she was, she had a good line of sight when some of the trees were shaken at their bases, the snow once again shifting and disappearing down below. The tigress heard a voice speaking fast and excited down below, the lack of leaves making it far easier to hear from a distance. Rayne recognized the voice after it grew closer and quickly peered through the falling snow.
Sini the terror, as Magnus liked to call her, came trotting along the snow cheerfully. She had grown in size by a fair bit, being bigger than a horse drawn carriage and its horse from head to tail tip. Rayne relaxed a little but then her logical brain began to kick in ten fold. Sini was supposed to be at Malandra and Arjun's cave until they returned. Sini wasn't able to fly great distances quite yet. The jostling of the trees was a far bigger dragon and since it was continuing, who had brought Sini there?
“C'mon! C'mon!” Sini huffed as she turned about quickly but also surprisingly mindful of the trees as to not slice through them with her tail blade or smack them with her wings.
“Sini!” Ryre chirped from their position, crawling out of Rayne's coat and trotting along the tree branch. The young dragoness peered up at them as her whole body wiggled in excited greeting like a great dog.
“Rayne! I found you!” Sini grinned eagerly, putting her front clawed paws on the hefty tree trunk and pushing her long muzzle up to chit chat. “Good! I wanted to find you first.”
“What are you doing here?” Rayne asked as she pet Sini's nose to try to calm her wiggling or Rayne was about to find her way to the ground rather quickly.
“It wasn't my idea,” Sini murmured, her ears turning back as she pouted up at Rayne. “But Glynny said she's got things to do so she can't keep an eye on me anymore.”
“Glynny?” Rayne frowned hard as Ryre batted at Sini's nostril playfully. Her whole body became aware of itself when the realization hit her, sitting straighter and eyes darting behind Sini. Glynwen. The sister Rayne had never met nor did Magnus even mention very often. Her personality he had told her was similar to Xipil, and Rayne knew Xipil the Charring was a cruel, ruthless thing. As far as Rayne had understood, Glynwen hadn't come to Magnus' place in a VERY long time and he hadn't expected her to, ever.
“Yeah, big sis Glynny's been watching me since Mah and Dah went to get Dracen. He wasn't home so's I told Glynny everybody probly came here,” Sini answered as the steps of a larger dragon—dragoness approached them. Rayne scooped Ryre up in her arms instantaneously, Ryre whining a little but he seemed to still when he saw—or felt Rayne's sudden panic.
Sini turned her head backwards as the white dragoness approached, looking positively bored with everything as her silver-gold molten eyes took in the forest like it were a stain or a splotch. Her red guard scales were identical to Arjun's, making her far more luminous than the bland white and greys of the hibernating forest. Glynwen's eyes locked with Rayne's and she plastered on a smile of some sort—mostly teeth.
“Ah, yes,” Glynwen acknowledged, “The mortal mate and babe. Drizzle, was it?”
“Glynny,” Sini reprimanded her older sister with a slightly annoyed tone, “Its Rayne.”
“Oh, no silly,” Glynwen nuzzled Sini affectionately on her side. “This is snow, it's snowing out.”
Sini pouted and frowned in annoyance, taking in a deep breath but Rayne interrupted what was going to be a very long and hard to understand explanation,
“It's fine, Sini, just let it be for the moment. It is—very nice to meet you.”
“I'm sure it is,” Glynwen responded as her stance changed to proud and regal. “I usually don't keep mortal company, so this is a rare opportunity for you.”
Glynwen then shook her mane out a bit, letting it fall straight and soft around her face as if that was going to make Rayne bask in the awe of her. Rayne couldn't help but blink at the creature and it took everything not to shake her head at the white dragoness. Being introduced to Magnus' immediate family had somehow lost its once awe inspiring luster, it seemed.
“I can take Sini to Malandra and Arjun, save you a trek, since you have things to do,” Rayne offered up, hoping the dragoness would take it instead of becoming involved with the disaster inside Magnus' cave. Malandra and Dracen had made it very clear that the red dragon carcass out in their woods was one of Glynwen's suitors and the last thing that Dracen needed was more confrontation in the wake of a pissed off younger sibling.
Rayne saw the flash of thought grace Glynwen's features for a moment, the siblings all sharing that sort of expression when they were considering their options. The expression turned solemn as Glynwen snorted out hot steam from her nostrils.
“I would love to accept, Drizzle, but Dah wouldn't want me to leave without saying goodbye,” Glynwen answered, “And Mah would get cross with me if I didn't at least say hullo to Magnus after all this time.”
“How long's it been?” Rayne questioned, petting Ryre's head and realizing that he wasn't acting normally at all. His body felt rigid, muscles tight in fear as he stared up at Glynwen with an unblinking stare. This was not his usual behavior towards dragons—family or no it seemed. He usually tried to climb up or chew on every other dragon he had met—but with Glynwen he seemed too shocked and almost afraid.
“At least 200 years or so, I would think,” Glynwen pondered aloud. “Mah's been pestering me about meeting his new brood for a while but I've just been busy.”
“I see,” Rayne responded calmly, scratching Ryre's mat of hair a bit and catching his eyes, “We'll go home to Dah, alright?”
Ryre looked back at Glynwen and Rayne felt the hackles along his spine erupt. She stroked them back down and hooked his little arms around her neck, making sure he knew they were heading down the tree again. Since he was able to, he would cling to her like an opossum babe as she found footing into the trees but—this time his little body wasn't easy going, this time his body felt more like a vice grip. His eyes never stopped staring at Glynwen, not when Sini tried to nuzzle him. Not when they climbed onto Sini's back for quicker speed. Not the whole trek back to the mountain.
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The pain had become tolerable after a time. The numbing paste Rayne had concocted felt as if it hadn't been enough, but Dracen considered how the spell would have felt if it hadn't been present on his wing. Keeping Rori under his good wing and pressing as much as she could be against him, he found himself wanting to hide there forever with her. She hadn't said much after he gathered her up in their new position, letting him nuzzle and nibble her however he felt to.
He felt it was a profoundly more intimate act than anything he had ever experienced before with anyone. Considering how much he tended to keep to himself about things like pain, he was surprised to say he felt connection when knowing that even though it was only physically, it had resulted in Rori feeling emotionally pained. He did not like causing such a thing, but even his family had known he could get through it on his own since he always had. Rori didn't care if he had dealt with things on his own before and openly expressed the inner turmoil with him, the vulnerability of her state of mind—because of worry and fear for him.
He felt that raw power of possession, that idea that he had to get better not for his sake—but for hers. He knew that if something were to challenge them, he would do anything and everything he could to stand in the way of it for her and in turn, she would for him—had for him. That level of certainty made his entire being buzz with unknown feelings, as if he could do anything as long as the motivation behind it was because of her—entirely.
Dracen growled deeply, understanding leading to more feelings leading to more thoughts. He suddenly loathed being within family's earshot, otherwise he would have taken her right then and there, injured wing or no.
It wasn't until he heard a soft growling from under his chin that he realized Rori had simply fallen asleep. He snorted a little and eased her head down to lay peacefully on one of his forearms, stroking her fluffed mane and hoping that she could get some proper rest. She had been hunting for two, dealing with the family drama as well as trying to keep Dracen comfortable in stranger's territory. Dracen had every intention of letting her sleep until spring if she needed to.
Dracen heard the animated chatting of his relations echo down the long corridor, clearly something had gotten them riled up all of a sudden. Since Dracen wasn't the cause and Rori wasn't either, he felt he should at least let them know to keep it down a bit. He couldn't keep his own promise to let her sleep as long as she wanted if there was too much ruckus coming from the rest of the cavern system. Dracen slowly unwound his body from Rori's, carefully setting her limp head down and watching her curl up to compensate for his lack of presence, making sure she was still sound asleep before starting to leave on light feet.
He found his usual sneaking way helped stop his wing from shifting too much and glad for it. If he had learned to lumber around like his father, he had a feeling he would have been making a pained groan with every stride. Even with the ache of his healing wing, it felt good to step out of the cavern. He had been nosing around occasionally but with his mother and Sire about, he hadn't had a lot of nerve to go too deep.
“Of course I am happy to see you both,” his mother's voice echoed down the tunnel at him, “But we were about to come get Sini in the morning.”
“Didn't find Dracen cowering in his lair?”
That voice made Dracen halt his trek. No, he thought, no she wouldn't have come to Magnus' lair, why would she? Still, he moved silently towards the opening to peer out into the main chamber and saw a large amount of nothing with his father' large body in the way.
“Mind your tone, things have changed,” Malandra warned the room it seemed. Dracen tried to peer around the old ram but that way nearly impossible. Dracen spotted the small swishing tail in his father's peppered mane and the ache in his wing tripled. Just the sight of the little blue demon dragoness definitely made Dracen want to turn back and cower with Rori. Sini had arrived, perhaps she had come with Ethera?
“Changed?”
“Your brother's been injured, badly,” Rayne's little voice chirped in, “He's resting here until he's healed up.”
“I didn't know you would go and injure him, mother. I was just trying to look out for him.”
“I wasn't the cause of his injury, Glynwen,” his mother grumbled, confirming that his original theory that he knew ANY of his family's behaviors to be disastrously wrong. Well, perhaps his family would chase her off before Rori awoke. The best plan would be to make sure thins stayed civil and calm and his mother and Sire were the only two who could prevent Glynwen from spilling blood.
Then again, perhaps the sight of him thus would spook her off. Glynwen didn't like to deal with emotional turmoil, hence why she had always sought out others to solve her emotionally driven problems. Hence why the red was dead in the first place. Dracen found his courage return, at least he could teach his little sister a lesson and possibly scare her off his tail for a time.
“It is not all her fault, mother,” Dracen interjected as he stood as regally as he could, the weight of his broken wing making his normal stance lean slightly. His father turned his large head round over his shoulder and wing, giving Sini her first real look at Dracen's condition. “I agreed to help her. Neither of us knew the consequences for it.”
“Dracen!” Sini blurted as she scurried off her Sire and started to walk along side him, staring in great shock at his wrapped wing. Dracen purposefully came round his father slowly, letting the scene play out accordingly. His mother was closer to Glynwen and the entrance, Rayne was settled on a flat, higher surface while Magnus wrapped himself around the natural dais and his father, he realized, had purposefully blocked where he and Rori were staying with his larger body.
Glynwen looked far more confused than she had been in her adult hood, looking him over as if he had caught scale rot.
“The female do that to you?!” Glynwen hissed, her once calm composure turning animalistic.
“Your red friend did this to me,” Dracen slapped her with the realization as calmly as he could.
The raw Glynwen vaporized as she scanned the floor with her molten eyes, no doubt thoughts rapidly going through her head as she tried to make sense of the words.
“You can't be serious,” Glynwen scoffed a bit, “You shoved his own horn into his claw! He should have known—”
“Known what?” Dracen spat at her, “As far as I can work it out, he was going for what he thought was a rival—or to take revenge.”
“Glynwen,” his mother calmly began as his sister's face became a distant distortion of maddening anguish and confusion. “What's done is done. Dracen will heal—”
“Where is HE?” Glynwen demanded, her back arching up like a spooked feral cat, her eyes directed at Dracen in their swirling fury.
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Aurorianna felt the small paws push and shove under some of her webbing, huffing a few times to warn which ever of her sister's young was trying to snuggle into her. The little creature burrowed against her chest and shoulder before curling entirely up like a winter fox. She settled again but something seemed off. The hatchling was far warmer than normal—far smaller than her sister's young. She snorted when her head lifted up as she began to remember where she was and what—was not a tundra hatchling. She lifted her wing to peer at the tiger cub curled up, blinking a few times as she regained herself. She nosed the little thing once in the back to get his attention, but he remained curled and—oddly tense against her.
“Ryre?” she questioned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her other wing claw. “Ryre...come on now, little one. Dracen will get cross if you're in here.”
“Stay here,” Ryre whined, wiggling under her wing further. Rori paused in her groggy thoughts, gently scooping him into her clawed paw and nosing his body again lightly.
“Why Ryre stay here?” Rori whispered as she opened her wings up and settled to sit on her haunches. “What's wrong out there?”
“Dwagon,” Ryre responded as he peeked at her from over his forearm. “Bad dwagon.”
“Bad?” Rori repeated as she looked around for Dracen and saw he was gone. “What kind of bad dragon? Your grandpa?”
“Noooooo,” he whined again, “Bad dwagon.”
“Do you know them?” Rori questioned further, wanting to leave and find Dracen but clearly Ryre was frightened.
“Mm-mm. Bad dwagon. Gamma know, I dunno.”
“Where's dah?”
“Wiff momma, out wiff dwagon an' Gamma an' Gampa.”
“And Unck?”
“Mmhm.”
Aurorianna carefully lifted her paw to her mane line on her head, slipping Ryre inside it and waiting until he had flattened out safely.
“We will make sure everyone is alright,” Rori stated to him, “And if you need to hide, go to Dah and Momma.”
“Okey,” Ryre agreed in a fearful tone.
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Magnus began to ponder moving his cave and things to some where his family wouldn't know of. Not only had his brother and the ice chomper been existing here, but his Sire and mother and now his two crazed sisters were taking over. He thought perhaps something in the western desert lands would suit his mate and son. Sure, there were insane traveling bands of mortal dragon killers, witch covens and the like but they seemed to pale in comparison to his family's constant drama. He really couldn't blame anyone but himself at this point. Even if Rayne had let them all in, it wasn't like she would have known better about any of them. She hadn't spent more than a few years around some of his kind and wasn't well versed in telling them to leave. Perhaps he could ask Kara to make a bigger stone to use the portal magic to move all their things far—FAR away from here.
His younger siblings were squabbling—again. That wasn't out of the ordinary with them since they were forced to live together for a prolonged period of time without one of them murdering the other. Glyn was about to go murder something, preferably not any towns close by since—Rayne had fond memories of those places.
Dracen seemed to be feeling better at least, truth be told holding him down as forcefully as his sire and Magnus had, he felt a pang of sympathy for his little blue brother. It had to rake Dracen to the core to be grounded but it also seemed to be helping with his new mating bond and putting his trust in another.
In the back of his mind Magnus was counting how long it would take for Glynwen to simply turn into a raging inferno, right now he had reached 567 seconds when something surprising caught his attention.
The ice breather came around his father's swooshing tail, making Sini back up into his sire's side and stare shocked at the new comer. Ha, something caught the little demon off guard, bet she hadn't ever seen an ice breather before. It must have been quite a shock for one to just materialize out of the back of his lair. He smirked a bit at the thought, at least the ice breather had been keeping her nose out of his business.
Rayne's body language changed as she observed Rori as well, the tundra dragoness' path leading right to himself and Rayne. There was arguing somewhere in the back of his mind as his brother simply started to let Glynwen understand what consequences were. He didn't pay it any mind as Rori lowered her nose to Rayne, watching his son crawl quickly into Rayne's arms and burrow back into her chest and neck.
“Ryre, I thought you were napping,” Rayne soothed him quietly.
The ice breather turned her head towards the raging of his sister's stance, having asked something loudly but he really didn't care much for it. Glynwen was always spoiled, if things didn't go her way she would always turn it into a tantrum.
“Dead,” the ice breather responded as she walked confidently out into the fray of his kin. She took the open spot between Dracen and his mother, sufficiently blocking Rayne's view of it all.
“Rayne, go and put Ryre back down, hm?” Magnus encouraged his little curious mortal. She turned to look up at him, before nodding a bit and conceding rather easily. She climbed off of her platform and over his tail before disappearing into the tunnel.
“The tundra tramp?” Magnus heard Glynwen murmur.
The fast movement caught Magnus' attention again as he watched Dracen's new mate slap Glynwen so hard his own horns vibrated. At least Rayne hadn't been around for that, she probably would have tried to stop it or shout loudly. Magnus would get involved if it started to shake the cave down, but otherwise he was just going to enjoy the show.
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Everyone went still. Everything went still. No droplets from the ceiling, no wind rushing around them. Aurorianna had slashed Glynwen's cheek and now blood gently trickled out of the wounds. Dracen didn't even know she was there—or how she had shot passed him after proclaiming Glynwen's suitor dead. Glynwen and the rest were just as confused, Rori's sudden appearance taking Glynwen out of her fury.
Aurorianna was in his sister's face and space as if she were ten times her own size, practically daring Glynwen to bite the end of her muzzle off.
“You DARE call me the tramp?” Rori's voice quaked with her own tempering emotions, “You? Who couldn't keep her tail DOWN or drive off her own suitors?! Whose actions were so selfish and callous that they nearly got your own kin choked to death?!”
“If you were smart,” Glynwen glowered as her head rose up, the slits of her pupils barely visible in the sea of molten metal iris'. “You would back down. Now.”
Rori met his sister's stare with her own, the purple gem stones glittering wildly.
“You don't have the horns to tell a male to get off your back. Why in all the ice breather hells would I be afraid of a whore like you?”
Glynwen's rage toppled over and suddenly there were claws and dragons darting everywhere. Dracen managed to yanked Rori free of his sister's grip just as his father leaped to grab his sister by her—everything.
“I got 'er!” His sire strained to say through his daughter's thrashing and gnawing, wrapping his great fore arms around her as well as his wings. “Easy lil' one! Be easy!”
Dracen had a lot less luck pinning Rori down with his wing still aching but he finally sat his whole length on her and simply knocked the wind out of her.
“Why is it every time I get to pin you lately—I never get the chance to take you?” He whispered in her ear angrily as well as using it to distract her. Aurorianna's body tensed underneath him as her mane fluffed out, her head snapping around to stare at him.
“Dracen!” she scolded him.
“LET ME GO DAH!”
“She did'n mean it, Glynny! Jus' calm yerself!”
“I'LL TEAR HER EYES OUT!”
“Now yeh can't d'that! She's family now!”
Glynwen's fight went right out of her, her eyes blinking a few times as her pupils turned to their normal size.
“No...” she breathed out, twisting her head round to look at Dracen and then glare at Rori. “No, no NO NO! MAH!”
Glynwen's head whipped towards Malandra who had started to rub at her forehead with a wing claw. Dracen then spotted his little sister hiding inside his mother's mane, so that was where the little demon went.
“Don't look at me, Glyn. I have no control over either of your brothers,” his mother dictated and looked pointedly at Magnus, then Dracen.
“What did I do?” Magnus queried.
His mother lifted her clawed paw up to simply shut Magnus up. He shrugged and went to doing absolutely nothing.
“She's an ice chomper!” Glynwen divulged as if none of them knew any better.
“And she's kin whether you like it or NOT!” Malandra snapped at his sister, “Right now I'm thankful for the little ice breather since she's the only reason your brother is still breathing!”
“I have a NAME!” Rori snapped from under him. Oh sweet gods of old, dragoness shouldn't be allowed in the same cave.
“Oh would you give it a rest! I'm trying to keep your tail attached to your haunches!” His mother shouted at Rori. “You got your lick in, be grateful for that! Now let me handle my daughter!”
“HA!” Rori laughed hard once at his mother's comment. “I doubt it!”
“What do you mean—HANDLE me?” Glynwen butted in. “I can handle myself!”
“Oi...ENOUGH!” Arjun roared over the chattering of the dragoness, making the cavern shake a few droplets onto Dracen's head. He released Glynwen from most of her entrapment before pointing a harsh clawed digit down. Glynwen sat on her haunches harshly, crossing her fore arms over her red-scaled chest. “Keep yeh'r claws and paws teh yerselves for the fire gods sake! And yeh'r options!”
“Opinions, father,” Magnus interjected.
“Thah' too! Dracen! Get off'er! Don't need teh see yeh gettin' cozy in front've the lil' one,” Arjun scolded Dracen. Reluctantly, Dracen lifted his body up and let Rori sit properly next to him, her stance more embarrassed than fearful of the old duffer.
“The Ic—Rori,” His father corrected himself. “Is family. Yeh can't kill'r.”
“Are you damn serious?” Glynwen growled, “She attacked me FIRST!”
“AH!” Arjun raised his clawed finger into Glynwen's face, making her close her mouth and seethe. “No killin' family. Th'rule stands or yeh'r bruthers woulda killed yeh off long ago.”
Glynwen made a sort of coughing hiss through her teeth, not saying yes or no but not wanting to be reprimanded by their father again.
“Now yeh'r mah's righ'. Dracen'll be okay with time but yeh did get him in a peck o'trouble.”
“Why are you talking to me like that was my fault?” Glynwen defended herself.
“Because it is your fault,” Rori snapped at her.
“Opinions to yourself!” Glynwen snapped back.
“She's right Glynwen,” Malandra interrupted the spat before Arjun could.
“What? You think this is my—”
“Would he have gotten hurt if you had told the male off yourself?”
“Mah—”
“WOULD he have been hurt? Yes or no?”
Glynwen stayed quiet, her eyes staring directly at their mother's. It was a weight on them all to have her face the blame, Dracen couldn't remember a time in recent memory where they weren't tip toeing around Glynwen. After she had lost her mate-to-be, they all tried—save Magnus—to keep her from murderous rampages as well as simply giving into strong sadness. Clearly his mother thought she had been coddled enough.
“I don't need this,” Glynwen scoffed at them angrily. “It was nice seeing you again Magnus. Tell Drizzle I apologize for not saying farewell myself.”
With that, she was gone, out the main chambers in a quick bound of legs and flap of wings.
Malandra let out a deeply held sigh, the fight draining from her as his father lumbered over to her and Sini.
“...What is drizzle?” Magnus inquired in a confused way, missing the point entirely. How had mother said he was the smart one in the family?
“It'll be alrigh', Mal. She'll be fine,” Arjun tried to comfort his mother who had started to lean heavily into his father's side.
“I've done a lot of magic and a lot of parenting today. I do not wish to do either in the nearby future,” Malandra stated to the room.
“Dracen?” the sound of Sini's voice asked from below his sight. He looked down at his little sister, her ears wilted as she tried to look up at him but kept peering down at the floor.
“Yes, demon?” He responded.
“I'm sorry your wing's messed up,” she apologized—for some reason.
“I don't think you did it, so don't feel bad,” Dracen tried to say without scowling at her.
“So...” Sini trailed off before looking up at Rori. “You—are my new big sister?”
Rori looked absolutely adorable as she let the thought sink in.
“Yes?” Rori answered though not too convincingly.
“I'm Sini! Do you wanna play?” Sini spat out as her whole body wiggled in excitement.
“In a bit, little one,” Malandra chimed in. “You and Dah go get some dinner for everyone, alright?”
“Oh,” Sini wilted, “Okay.”
Dracen released his held breathe and nudged Rori to start moving. There was no telling if Sini would simply ignore their mother's order or not and he didn't need to subject Rori to that kind of torture yet.
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Glynwen scented the stench of death not far from Magnus' lair entrance. She had been the dealer of it quite frequently so it didn't go by her unnoticed. She stared at the snow-frozen corpse of her recent lover, Sootrus, feeling nothing after realizing what he had done to Dracen. Truth be told she still wasn't feeling much these days. That was why she cast Sootrus off in the first place. He felt for her, wholly and fully and she only saw him as—not Tylbiar.
Everyone was not Tylbiar and that made her hurt more.
Glynwen gave her head a hard few shakes, trying to keep from breaking down here about someone who would never come back to her. He was dead, just as dead as Sootrus was in front of her now. Glynwen stomped around and paced in the darkening night, trying to keep at bay the feeling of loneliness, the guilt she felt for Dracen loosing his wing and almost loosing his life.
She lost a part of herself once, she didn't know how she would have reacted if someone would take a part of her family away from her. She glowered at the corpse before hearing the sound of hard beating wings and the chipper tones of her little sister.
She strode over the corpse of Sootrus and slashed her tail through the hard, frozen meat of his neck, bone and mane, severing his head clean from his body and continuing quietly into the night.
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