Ceir and Eric were both Draconic twins, they both lived in a small house together in Oats Ville a small city were they both attended the same Collage they shared many things such as tastes in foods they loved pizza but hate tomatoes, they loved French fries but hated potatoes they shared the same allergies to pollen, they both shared the same age of nineteen and many more things. Both had overactive imaginations and had two friends, Markus an eighteen-year-old wolf with dark grey fur he worked out a lot and had sharp looking eyes, he would probably be more menacing if he didn’t constantly wear plaid shirts and cargo pants. Their other friend was named Madora, she was a twenty-year-old gazelle who enjoyed reading and playing board games, she mostly wore sweat pants and a t-shirt and loved the color orange.

Ceir is a 6’11” tall male and has smooth blue scales and red eyes with an orange scar pattern going over his left eye, four horns stuck out from the back of his head 2 on each side the top ones being larger than the bottom ones

Eric is a 6’12” tall male, and has smooth blue scales and orange eyes with a red scar pattern going over his left eye, 3 horns stuck out from the back of his head 2 on the left side the 1 on the right the top ones being larger than the bottom ones except for the right top horn which got broken off in an accident when he was fourteen.

It was sunny outside all was peaceful within the town of Oats Ville many of the town’s folk were enjoying the nice sunny spring morning weather, spending time outside relaxing or doing yard work, well, everyone but the Twins.
“there they are, another army that gets bigger and bigger each year, the bastards don’t know when to pack it up and quit,” said Ceir clenching and waving his fist within a large trench that was dug on the front yard

“I agree it’s like they don’t know the term give up, although I will commend them for their determination” Eric replied as he looked across the battlefield.

On the other of the lawn across from the twins was a large number of dandelions, they stared back at the twins “Come at us you fiends, you killed many of our kind but we will not be faltered by you, there is only two of you and a hundred of us you stand no chance, come fight us if you have the guts you pussys”, is what they seemed to say swaying in the spring breeze.

“Alright you asked for it”, Eric turned to Ceir “you ready”?

“I’m always ready,” Ceir responded.

“Let’s do this, LEEEROY JENKINSSS” screamed the brothers together as they dove from the trench dodging landmines (thorny weeds) and barbed wire (the garden hose they left out and never bothered to put away)

they spritzed their weed killer sprayers towards the weeds slowly killing the hoard, a large gust of wind came blowing pollen into the direction of the twins

”Look out they’re using gas” yelled Ceir.

But it was too late for Eric to react and he took a face full of pollen.

“ AAAAGH” screamed Eric as he fell to the ground grabbing his face as his eyes began to water and snot drip from his nose

“NOOO” Ceir yelled as he ran to his brother's side “don’t die on me now soldier get back up I believe in you”.

“I can’t bro, this gas it’s too powerful I can’t see you have to go on without me,” Eric said between coughs and sniffles.

“ I will never forget you, soldier, and I will make those fuckers pay for killing you” Ceir said as he grabbed his brothers Gun (weed killer sprayer) “ two can play this game of banned weapons,” he said as he switched the spritzers to mist “ENGAGE FLAME THROWERS” Ceir began rapidly spritzing the weed killer towards the dandelions before another gust of wind came blowing the mist back into his face.
“AAAARGH, FRIENDLY FIRE FRIENDLY FIRE, MAN DOWN MAN DOWN” Ceir bellowed as he fell onto the ground rolling around in pain.

Markus who was walking towards the store saw the twins rolling around on the ground screaming.

“Uuuh… should I bother asking what’s happening”? Markus said slightly confused

“Markus that you”? said Eric.

“Yeah” responded Markus.

“Ha our field medics here, take us inside and heal us up so we can continue this battle, and triumph over the enemy this day,” said Ceir between coughs.

“Suuuure….?” said Markus as he helped the twins into their home, and put damp clothes on their eyes, Markus went to get a few more damp cloths ready for the twins, but as he returned, they were both completely fast asleep. With a somewhat disappointed look on his face, Markus went outside and de-weeded the entire yard before heading back home too tired to go to the store anymore. The dandelion army was forever mocked and called the dandelion Cowards by the twins that day forth (well until a week later when they came back in larger numbers).