FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Chapter 14

Danox pulled his head back into the cave, protruding spikes from the ceiling scratched the nape of his obsidian neck. The more sharper and rougher ones pierced his scales and got lodged in the flesh. He stretched or squeezed his neck a little farther whenever that happened. The stone put under nearly constant pressure and stress shattered.

The sharp sting that shot through the nerves whenever the spikes broke they made the toes on his paws curl in delight. Soft moans escaped his throat when accidentally one or two of the stony spikes remained stuck in his body. Scratching and ripping his flesh and muscles whenever he moved.

He smiled after a brief chuckle.

To the equation of bliss was suddenly added the rumbling, beating sound of a scared heart. The waves of fear that reached him traveled across the unseen paths of magical connection like a dolphin's cry across water. Shrieking all the way until it finally rebounded from the shore with the force of a small earthquake, for anyone sensitive enough to feel such noises.

Every cry was different, even if the origin point was theoretically the same. The one that appeared in his magical radar was self-centered, delusional, even insane, like a king that rules his country, failing to realize that the only thing that remained of his lands was the worthless throne he was sitting on.

The wind carried the smell of fermented grapes.

Another chuckle escaped his slender throat. Fear was fascinating, but the means people use to fight with it, not like they will ever win, were even more so. Also, they were extremely laughable.

There was a thump, grass shot in the air, leaves and bushes were shoved by a strong gust of wind. A tired, old and angry grunt followed soon after, audible snap of more than one bone didn't remain far away either.

The smell of fermented grapes intensified.

Just like the self-centered, insane dolphin's cry.

Danox put up a charming smile.

"Guardian! You returned!"

Incomprehensible grunts resounded outside, the black dragon didn't need to hear the words to know that the sounds coming from the old throat were curses measured in the breadth of every possible pitch a dragon's voice can phonate.

He simply felt that his humble person was the main point of focus for quite a few of these vocal ranges.

The perspective made him chuckle.

A large shadow stretched on the grassy ground just in front of the entrance to his humble, temporary abode. He shifted his weight, trying to find a more welcoming pose for this new arrival.

Since his big draconic body barely fit in the tight space that his black scales are currently filling up nearly to the brim, every move caused his scales to be scratched and pierced, opening up new and old wounds. Streams of lazy blood flew down his back and sides.

Perfect position.

Old, a little intoxicated draconic snout appeared in the entrance. Contempt in the ruby eyes and smell of fermented grapes in the breath were overpowering.

"What the fuck kid?" an irritated growl rumbled within his humble abode

The charming smile on the black snout grew wider.

"There can be no true pleasantry without discretion"

"Shut up and tell me how the fuck did you fit in there. You look like fish shoved into a barrel"

Danox opened his mouth, breath was already leaving his throat, carrying the tune ready to form words. All of it ended abruptly when a red paw appeared in the air, shoving back whatever invisible waves of breath that flew through the air.

"Not a word. I don't care, just get out of that hole" the red snout pulled back

"Everything for my Guardian" the red drake replied cheerfully

Ignus stood ahead, observing the hole and the inhabitant within with unbridled disgust. The old dragon winced when the noise of grinding and snapping scales filled his skull. The dragon pushing out from the way too small cave resembled a poorly oiled piston pulling out from a dry cylinder.

He started to shake his head in utter abhorrence when at some point blood appeared on the black dragon's body. The feeling of disgust was intensified even more by the sight of scales stretched so badly that they nearly became transparent like a wet, thin shirt, yet instead of flesh many puffed out, dark veins of blood could be seen. They were put through so much strain that they pulsed like black leeches.

"I start to doubt that you have any bits of brain under that skull. Who on his right senses would crawl into a hole like that?"

"I did..." Danox grunted, more noises of scale scraping against rock filled the air "...as you..." another bit of scale cracked, the barely audible moan that escaped the dragon's throat was nearly orgasmic "....commanded of me Warden. I stayed out of sight"

Ignus made an instinctive step back when the black dragon pushed the front end of his body outside the cave. The automatic defensive reaction deepened the wrinkles of disgust on his snout. He groaned when finally the glimpses of blood he noticed earlier became full grown wounds with lazily flowing blood from them that for him seemed like slime dripping from cuts made on a body of an overgrown worm.

"There is something very wrong with you" the fire drake commented

"A weird child at times brings sweet fruits at home" with those words Danox finally got out of the cave, straightening to his normal posture

Streams of blood covered his body, in places his scales were completely ripped apart, revealing pulsing, red flesh underneath.

Ignus shook his head, snout betraying every emotion one expression go through when staring at an uncleaned for months, full of shit barn.

"Do you know that if you lose fifty percent of blood you'll die? You might want to show some respect to your own body"

Danox smiled, the charming pearl whites that now adorned his snout lessened the impact of disgust the red drake felt for his younger companion. It was a smile that was alluring even through the color of black scale, blood and grime.

"In all honesty I never paid much attention to all those fancy theories people spread. I am a creature that cannot be categorized"

Ignus snorted.

"Bold words for someone who has no second thoughts about rolling in shit and filth"

"Experience purchased by suffering teaches wisdom" the black drake recited

"You don't look to be in pain when you pick crap out of your teeth"

Danox laughed, his breathy, rather sweet voice echoed in the surrounding area. The rather pleasant tone of it relaxed the wrinkles of disgust on the red snout slightly.

A wolf whimpered in the distance.

The laugh however was too enchanting for the canine to matter at all.

"You're so eloquent my Guardian when you're so bitter and intoxicated!" black eyes landed on the fire drake

If a smile wouldn't stretch the dark drake's mouth and his throat wouldn't emit a laugh, Ignus would believe that he just unearthed a peculiar statue with obsidian stones for eyes.

"I have nothing left my Shieldbearer, pain and suffering are the things that I taste to understand what people are so afraid of. It's amusing to experience things I barely remember exist" he examined his bleeding sides "I would forget I have blood in my veins otherwise, you spoke of percentage and statistics. My existence has created its own charts"

Onyx orbs returned to the same focusing point.

"For example, do you know that I myself spilled more of my blood than all my opponents combined ever did?"

Ignus snorted.

"Are you trying to brag? You won't impress me kid, you have no respect for yourself, so don't expect others to show you any"

White teeth clicked as they formed a smile on a black snout.

"Respect flies away from the one who pursues it and hunts the person who is fleeing from it"

The fire dragon growled.

"Just shut up will you? I have a headache already, I don't need your remembered sentences you learned from who knows what good for nothing scribbles to add to the mix. You are young, unaware of your stupidity and just how very irritating it is"

Danox bowed, pressing a paw to his chest, exactly where the trim of gold shrunk away completely.

"Of course. I apologize for stepping out of the line, who am I to partake in a battle of words with someone like you my fighter of altruism? You are the one who understands respect no doubt, after all your scars prove just how hard you fought for it"

Paw remained on the chest, head was still bent, rising only slightly to let allow the black eyes shift upwards, aim them at the red snout.

Ignus stared right back at them, like he did so many times in all the time he spent with the coming to age dragon. And like every other time he seen his own reflection drowning in the sea of blackness. Either his sight was playing tricks on him or the reflection he saw was missing toes on both its front paws.

The same amount of bone and flesh protruded from each stump, looking like hams with a bone stuck in the middle. The knife that severed them had to be straight as a wire.

Ignus looked at his intact forelegs, one and only thought bouncing inside his head.

I dream broken dreams.

"Dwell not upon thy weariness, thy strength shall be according to the measure of thy desire" recited once more the deep, dark, breathy voice

Ignus groaned, rubbing his wrinkled by headache forehead.

"What did I tell you about speaking in fucking riddles and sentences you don't understand?"

"I apologize once again" Danox' attention once more rested on the ground "We all have something we like and want to do, fighting with one desires is a difficult task. Something my young selfishness is unable to counter"

Head rose up, smiling kindly, rising a single claw in the air.

"If I might just have another moment of insight I would say that this is a standard course of events, normal. Like an egg is an egg, doesn't matter if bigger or smaller, it still tastes the same. Just like blood. Blood is blood. Thicker, darker, thinner, there's no difference, it's the same. I'm sure you will agree with me on this one Oathkeeper"

Ignus began rubbing his head more fervently, the headache that reminded him of its presence earlier now began its main concert. Whatever nerves his brain was made of were the willing fans forming a crowd just right near the scene, shouting in perfect accordance with their idol.

In this state he was certain of two things.

One, his head felt like it was about to explode.

Two, he needed a drink.

"Yes" he mumbled, not even truly aware of the one word his lips formed

"Oh my" Danox gasped faintly in worried shock "You don't look well Ignus"

"I'm fine. I don't need your concern"

"I've heard it helps when you get things of your chest. Troubles in paradise? Meeting with your niece didn't go as planned? Seems she has a knack when it comes to angering you, I have to meet up with her, maybe she will give me some tips"

Fiery tail burst with fresh flames, red paw dropped powerfully on the ground, making a little indentation in the earth. Head snapped up with a loud sound of bone cracking in the neck, ruby eyes flared up wildly.

"You're going to stay away from my niece, you hear me?" the red dragon snarled, suddenly there was no sign of pain torturing his head

Danox jerked his head back, raising his paw defensively in the air.

"Calm down, that was merely a joke from my side. I have no intention of corrupting our partnership with any bad blood"

"Good"

"I hoped you would understand, after all you have a relationship with your niece, you also don't allow bad blood to corrupt it"

Ignus shuddered, eyes blinked, angry fire within them disappeared. Neck muscles tensed and twirled, trying to force the head to look the other way, yet it remained in place. Held in the same position merely by a warrior's instinct, impulse learned and then nourished throughout years of fighting life. Impulse repeating one rule over and over again.

Never lose sight of your opponent.

"Stop talking. The sound of your voice is like poison" the red drake muttered, sounding like a mortally wounded soldier letting out his final words

Danox chuckled.

"Interesting perspective, especially when Poison is one of the branches of my element. To channel words with magic without anyone knowing is certainly an ambitious plan. Sadly I don't believe it's possible, or perhaps I'm just not that good" he tapped at his heart as if in guilt "I am a humble young, black dragon after all. My powers are very, very, VERY limited" he let out a painful sigh "Such a pity"

The headache pulsing within his skull worked like a quickly beating heart, when it struck nothing could be seen and felt besides the pain. Yet between each agonizing beat there was a short break, a tiny space in a cave you got trapped in during a vicious, ongoing tide, space that allowed you to catch a breath whenever water retreated to prepare for another flow.

Those short breaks opened room for creativity and imagination, when he observed and listened to the black drake those two mental workspaces were fueled by their own heart. In the lands from where he came from, in the courts of those that ruled in one or other particular land, one could find fools. Dressed in a jingling, colorful hats and similar clothes that mostly looked like wool ripped from the rainbow itself.

Jesters.

Most of the time silly, complete idiots, making a fool out of themselves simply because they were retarded and unable to do anything else, limited, brainless. People loved them, kings, queens, or simple peasants, having someone you can poke with a stick and spit on to forget about your own limits and weaknesses is always held in high regard.

All jesters wore the cloak of complete idiot, in most cases that cloak mended with their skin, becoming inseparable. In some cases however that cloak was merely a veil, behind which he himself had the pleasure, or not, depends on how to look on it from the perspective of time, to take a peek.

What he found underneath was something that would never ever put a smile on anybody's face. It was a demon's lair and the creature hiding in it was no fool and retard, but a clever, intelligent trickster wearing faces like gloves. Most of those masks were insane, making you unable to tell which was the real one, the calm ones in minority or the crazy ones in majority.

Now when thinking about it from this point of his life, only one answer comes to mind.

Both.

"Why do I get the feeling that every word that comes out of your mouth is a candy wrapped in an overlay of mockery?"

Black tail wagged visibly, the shimmering scythe at the end looked like a crescent moon in broad daylight. Impossible and never seen before, bending every law of natural order, yet, it was there and it seemed like nothing was going to interfere with the disruption.

"The viper assumes the colors of his surroundings" sounded the breathy voice

Ignus shuddered, suddenly, out of nowhere, in a warm day, a cold lash of wind stung his body.

"Another quoted crass proverb doesn't answer any questions"

Danox snickered.

"I guess it doesn't, but doesn't it make things all that much sweeter? Who can say no to more..." he smacked his lips in a faked, great appetite as if remembering the taste of a perfect meal he ate in the past "...delicious candies?"

"You're a fucking creep you know that boy? Keep that up and the only company you will ever have will be me. Even that will end someday, preferably quicker than longer"

"You already want to break up? What about my sensitive heart? It may not survive the stress"

Ignus growled.

"Keep this charade up and it won't survive the next hour since I'm going to rip it out and eat it"

Danox grinned, sitting down on his haunches, straining his perfectly toned figure.

"You dirty talker, I didn't expect our partnership to develop so quickly beyond the bounds of business only. Exciting"

Tarnished wings flared up in irritation in perfect accordance with another growl rumbling inside the old, red throat.

"I don't understand why the Guardians didn't send the order to kill you, it would make everyone's life easier. I for one would skin you and make a latrine out of your scales to show my respect for you while I take a shit"

The grin on the black snout turned into a smirk, a red, snake like tongue ran across the pearl white, razor sharp teeth.

"A grand eloquence, little conscience"

Ignus jerked back violently as if an explosion would shove him out of the embrace of sleep. Without really recognizing what is happening he once again drowned in the black eyes of the dark dragon. His heart started to race wildly, he could feel it shattering due to the unimaginable pressure it was surprisingly put through. The toeless reflection once more appeared in the onyx mirrors, this time however it was leaning against its black prison, bloody stumps pressed against the dark glass, sliding down, leaving smears of blood in their wake that surprisingly started to drift in many different directions as if moving through invisible canals.

The blood flew in such a way that it started to form letters out of the black glass, surrounding them with its heated, boiling presence as if he would be staring directly into blood pumping veins.

If he wouldn't press a paw to his chest he was certain that his heart would shot from the ribcage after his eyes noticed the sentence his crippled reflection wrote.

What did you do?

Ignus groaned audibly, his whole body started to wobble, paw that touched his chest momentarily landed on his winced in agony forehead. The pulse of headache that struck him was stronger than ever, the deep winces that appeared on his head were deep and felt like tiny cracks, as if his head would be falling apart like earth during a powerful earthquake.

"You look to be in pain Ignus" commented sweetly the dark voice "Perhaps let's visit Warfang for a moment and acquire some means of fighting with that pain. More wine would do nicely"

"You are NOT going in that city or anywhere near it" the fire drake grunted, dropping his paw down, aiming his tear filled eyes at the black dragon

"Ouch, that's pretty harsh. Little poor me can't have any social contacts? What if I become a recluse?"

"Stop fooling around Danox" Ignus let out a wavering growl, intertwined with groans of pain "You are not going into that city. End of conversation"

The black drake nodded with a smack of his lips.

"Oh well, perhaps that's for the best. I'm hungry and in Warfang I might give in to my appetite. That would be such a waste"

"You keep whining that you're hungry since last night. I don't remember you moving your ass to actually hunt something"

"Look at me Guardian" he directed his paw at himself, twirling it in the wrist in a graceful manner as it moved from top to bottom of his figure, paw moved like a hand of a sculptor showing off his grand work to the audience "I have a shape to keep, such body can only be achieved by a special diet. I don't eat just about anything. I've outgrown that period of my life"

Ignus snorted.

"Be on whatever diet you want. For me it looks like you are purposely starving yourself, not that I'm complaining mind you. I always wanted a latrine"

Danox smiled after letting out an amused snicker.

"I'm a lazy predator, I wait for my prey to come to me"

"Good luck with that, without any bait or traps I'm sure you will have plenty of prey at your disposal"

The perfect white smile grew wider, it was the smile of a shy lover that just appeared in the doorway without any clothes on the body, making you immediately aware that you are about to have a time of your life.

"Who needs bait when desire is the sweetest of snares?"

*

She walked all around the city with no special purpose or intent, due to recent events that occurred in the training grounds earlier she started to think again. Silence crept its way into her head and stirred thoughts and memories.

And as always everything started to melt into a puddle of confusion where familiar became unfamiliar and vice versa, where remembered became forgotten and forgotten became remembered, where now became the past and past became now.

She was in her room, just recently arrived after an interesting and funny lessons with her calligraphy teacher. He was a human, a very nice old man with a funny pointy hat and a long white beard, she liked spending time with him since he always brought her sweets. Mother always said that someone like her should avoid sweets or she will ruin her presence and yet she noticed mom sometimes peeking into the study where she was having her lessons exactly when she was devouring another portion of tasty sweets. She never said anything and professor Pointy Hat was always back to give her another lesson.

She was currently in the middle of another lesson, she was sitting in front of the desk in the large study of her castle, sun was illuminating the room perfectly with its strong rays through the huge, nearly the size of a main castle gate window inserted into the wall just next to the desk.

In front of her was a scroll with many beautifully written words and letter at the top, she was currently in the middle, writing another sentence. Ahead of the scroll many bottles of ink were placed in a row, with a feather sticking out from all of them except one. The red one.

Red was her favorite color like gold was her favorite mineral. Jewelry should always be made of gold, like words and letters should always be written in red, just like the sentences on her scroll.

Professor Pointy Hat was just behind her, leaning his frail body against her feathery wings while he was holding her paw that was carrying the feather with his one wrinkled, but steady hand. The other he used to adjust her ungraceful triple toes on the feather for a proper grip.

It was not their first lesson, they both didn't really remember when their first lesson was, it was so long ago that they both forgot about it. All they knew is that she no longer needed a teacher, she was already in such advanced stage of her studying that in truth more lessons were unnecessary since she already knew how to write those beautiful letters.

She however never told that to mother, always telling her that she still has much to learn and professor Pointy Hat kept returning. She liked him, he not only smelled of sweets, but also of love and concern, all children had fathers that are always close, she never spent much time with her own since he was always busy. Professor Pointy Hat smelled like dad and she liked that scent very much.

She was in her room, just recently arrived after an interesting and funny lessons with her calligraphy teacher. He was a human, a very nice old man-

She groaned, the image of her room faded away, replaced by blackness only, she pressed her paw to her left eye, it hurt suddenly very, very much.

She shook her head.

She was in her room, just recently arrived after an interesting and funny lessons with her calligraphy teacher. He was a human, a very nice old man with a funny pointy hat and a long white beard, she liked spending time with him since he always brought her sweets. Mother always said that someone like her should avoid sweets or she will ruin her presence and yet she noticed mom sometimes peeking into the study where she was having her lessons exactly when she was devouring another portion of tasty sweets. She never said anything and professor Pointy Hat was always back to give her another lesson.

After every study she returned to her room, elaborate one with a big bed and an even bigger balcony, all the other stuff didn't interest her much, she got used to it by now. She jumped on her bed, silk sheets crunched under her weight and then pulled her up as if she landed on a cloud.

She dropped flat on her belly, reaching deep below the mattress, tongue darted to the corner of her mouth, red tip pushed forth like a worm from an apple. She patted for a while until her paw finally found what it was looking for. From her hiding spot that was her bed, the safest possible secret place for every child, she withdrew a small book.

It had a brown, uninteresting cover and torn edges, everyone that would find it would most likely consider it trash. For her however it was treasure.

She put the small book on the pillow and opened it.

My Diary was written in red on the first page.

She crawled forward, extending her paw to open a drawer on her bed stand, from there she removed an ink and quill. The feather was dipped in a red substance.

With happily wagging tail she flicked through the diary until she reached the point where her last secret and dreamy thoughts were located. Without hesitation the red tip of the quill touched the paper, beautiful and elegant letters, exactly like the ones she created during her lesson, started to appear on the most valuable paper in the whole world. Letters surrounded by simple drawings that from a technical point of view were lousy, but for her were magical. When you have no artistic talent you set different boundaries for yourself.

Little red hearts filled the edges of the page, above each was a row of even smaller ones as if the main heart would be creating its own extension to its own non-existing thought bubble like in some sort of a comic.

Directly in the middle were drawn two big draconic snouts, facing each other, they were kissing and little hearts were flowing right above their heads. The right one was herself, the left one the legendary hero.

In the bottom right corner the pair could be seen again, leaning against each other as they observed their unhatched three children.

Three beautifully written sentences filled the page.

My crush was at the top of the main drawing

My love was right below it, just above the line of the little hearts raising above the snouts

My purple dragon was written just underneath the kissing snouts, sentence created with big, bold letters

This is a perfect-

"AAAAA!"

Loud, terrified scream suddenly filled the halls of her room. She didn't jump or was in any way surprised by it. Screaming was familiar, scream were familiar...

The room faded into blackness, together with the small dragoness who happily wagged her tail on a soft bed

"AA-" the scream faded away, the blowing wind carried its fading tones

Wind.

She blinked.

She was in Warfang, of course she was in Warfang, the scent of many furry and scaly species filled her nostrils, exactly like the stench of dirt and trash, the latter much more potent than usually. It was all around her.

Fucking shit.

She clenched her paw in fury, fierce pain suddenly shot through her nerves, making her groan. She pushed her paw away, looking at it through surprisingly teary and blurry eyes. Her claws were covered in blood, fresh blood was dripping from them.

She tried to move her other paw, however the moment she jerked it something swished within her grasp.

She looked down, noticing that she was holding a dirty, piece of paper. The page was smeared with something red all over, the edges were filled with ugly drawings, yet she could guess easily that they represented broken hearts.

In the middle was the main picture, two images were facing each other. On the right there was a terrified, shocked and utterly disgusting feminine snout, to the left there was a stump of a neck, whatever head was there was roughly cut off.

In the bottom right corner was drawn the silhouette of a dragoness, huge eyes aimed at the recently hatched egg from which a deformed small creature with feathery wings stood out. In both paws the monstrosity held a big sword that it used to cut the dragoness open.

Above the main drawing and right below it in ugly, smudgy letters one sentence was wrote three times.

IT IS MY FAULT

IT IS MY FAULT

IT IS MY FAULT

The page stank badly, it was the smell of rot and blood.

Blood.

The drawings and letters were made with blood.

Only after this enlightenment she started to realize that the page kept getting heavier and heavier with each passing second. Especially the bottom side that started to bend like a leaf under the assault of a vicious rain.

When she directed her sight over there she spotted several fresh droplets of blood on the page, more and more kept dripping from above in quick succession like droplets of water from an incoming, strong rain.

Strong pain suddenly shot from her left eye.

With an agonizing squeal she dropped the page and pressed a paw to the hurting spot, it made a wet smack. With a faint gasp she pulled back the paw and looked at it, it was covered in fresh, moist blood.

She got up, brain acknowledging just now that all this time she was resting on her haunches. She around swiftly, taking into notice, but not really caring that she is in some sort of a dumping zone in one of the side alleys, she didn't care either that she was sitting among trash and filth.

She hectically sorted through the dumping pile, shoving away pieces of wood, cartons and all other trash until her paw finally clicked on something as if it always knew what it was looking for. She clenched her claws and from the dumping pile withdrew quite a considerable, dirty shard of a broken mirror.

She placed it on the ground and spat on it, making sure to avoid hitting it with her bloody tears as she tried to rub it clean with the side of her leg. With the shard relatively cleaner she picked it up and raised it in front of her nose.

No gasp or scream escaped her throat, everyone else would most likely ruin their vocal cords if they would be in her place.

The right side of her snout was in perfect condition, the left however looked like from some kind of horror show. Her eyeball was nearly out of its socket, it looked bigger than a normal eye, her perfectly white orb lost all of its diamond shine, now it was completely red and filled with disgusting nerves.

The eye looked bigger and wounded because the part of her snout that was supposed to make it look good was missing and torn in pieces. Below her left eye ran three deep scratches, reaching almost the middle of her cheek. The wounds were constantly spitting fresh blood, delicate hint of bone could be seen in between the torn flesh.

Unconsciously she raised her paw and pressed her claws to the wounds, ignoring the powerful pain that followed this motion.

The claws fit perfectly.

She twirled her head around, wounded eyeball following the head's every move, scratches pushed more and more blood from the pits of her flesh, turning the left side of her snout and upper part of her body in a bloody mess.

IT IS MY FAULT

The claws dug into the wounds, blood poured all around them like fat from a pierced by a fork sausage. They began to sink into the flesh deeper and deeper, left eye started to grow in size in perfect accordance with the put pressure.

Veins cracked in her eyeball, filling her already bloody orb with more red hue.

"There you are"

She stirred at the sound of the familiar(foreign) male voice. Claws withdrew from the flesh, silence was being pushed away, where it belonged.

"After all those dreams we can finally be alone"

The shard slipped from her grasp and shattered on the ground. Teary eyes looked up.

In front of her stood a muscular green(purple) silhouette of a dragon. There was no head on top of the neck(it was Spyro's head).

She felt lips pressing against her own, like two snouts in the picture, with the left one being green(purple) with a horn projecting above its nose. Just when she was returning the sweet gesture the contact ended.

Her whole body shuddered in sudden disgust, the green(purple) head was ahead, the boy was staring at her with his grey(amethyst) eyes.

"My...f-" Iris stammered

"My purple dragon" the voice whispered

"OVER THERE!"

She jerked at the sound of the loud shout, sounds started to whiz in her head, of the city, of fast footsteps, of-"

A hot tongue pressed itself against her snout, directly on the cuts below her left eye, it started to lick the wound. Slides of the tongue could only be described as illecebrous.

She moaned, old, dead passion awakened, no longer anything was familiar. Urge for the ripper and bearer of the eye unquenchable and the same.

Her own tongue began its dance, licking the blood from her paws and sides.

The taste was bittersweet.