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There were a few tense minutes after Moon had dragged the limp, bleeding body out of the water, where the warden thought the other dragon had been lost. He couldn’t see the rise and fall of living breath. The limbs lay too sprawled. There was a distinct floppiness about the other male that spoke of death. Moon reared back on his hind legs and let his body drop, front paws striking the other dragon in the ribcage. It was more of a push than a hit, and Moon was relieved when the golden male spluttered, coughing up whatever liquid had clogged up his lungs. Moon bowed his head down low, calling the other male’s name over and over with as much softness as he could muster. Alnis’ eyes met his only for a second, his expression wide and fearful, before they rolled back and the golden warden collapsed once again. At least this time, Moon could see him breathing. Getting an unconscious dragon out of the rain was hard enough. Alnis wasn’t exactly heavy, but his huge wings and long tail caught

The rain had begun suddenly. Dark clouds had been roiling all day, with distant thunder and flashes of lightning threatening to turn the rainforest into something truer to its name. The earth had become slick. The darkness had become unbearable. Alnis stared up at the receding light, feeling his lungs tighten as his last few bubbles of breath left his jaws, carrying his hope away from his sinking body. Alnis had been chased. The sapiere had tracked him down to his home, had hunted him and tried to kill him in the place he thought was safe. It had grown bolder, coming that close to a human town alone. He had woken up to the sight of glowing orange eyes in the darkness, black ooze dripping from its maw, and the sound of a low hiss. The sapiere had lunged before Alnis had moved, crashing into his neatly stacked books, its studded tail flailing to try and hit the warden even as its claws missed. Alnis had managed to scramble away, taking flight as soon as he reached the mouth of the

Alnis hated dust. He hated dirt. He hated crumpled feathers. But most of all, he hated sapieres. This one had been tormenting him for weeks now. A blue and orange beast with a bad temperament had been stalking around the area since the arrival of the sapieres, and Alnis wouldn’t be surprised if it was there just to annoy him specifically. Every time he had tried to relax, to hang out with friends, to do his job, the sapiere had started wreaking havoc. Either turning up and attacking, or putting someone else in danger, or breaking something important. It was driving him insane! Today he had been out on a flight, far from his home, just to get away from it all. The air had been warm and comfortable, a cushion under his wings that kept him airborne with no effort. The land had passed by underneath him, rivers and grass and trees, until it had opened up into a vast rocky desert. At the height he was the sand couldn’t reach him, which meant he wouldn’t have to spend hours preening it out

Nightmare Moon stretched out his wings - flapping them loosely out into the wind. He and his golden companion were going to practice aerial combat tactics. And while realistically it was best to practice when there were more forceful wind currents, while they were still working on their fundamentals it would be easier to practice at lower wind currents. It was a warm day, so there were strong updrafts, but thankfully they were not extremely strong in one particular direction. Turning over to Alnis, Moon asked, “Is there anything specific you’d like to try?” The dark warden’s menacing air was only broken by the heavy tail whipping back and forth like an excited dog for the prospect of a good flight with a good companion. tromacom Alnis was already regretting his offhand comment that perhaps Moon could teach him how to fight properly one day. Apparently ‘one day’ meant tomorrow, and ‘fight training’ meant...well...actual fight training. He’d meant it more as a flirt than a serious

Alnis’ wounds had healed nicely since his last encounter with the sapieres, and he was back to hunting them. He’d headed out with a few other dragons, having scryed the future that morning over a fresh breakfast. The sapiere he’d encountered before, that had given him his lovely wounds, was amongst the group Alnis had spotted in his visions. The warden was keen to get some payback. It was easy enough to find the sapiere swarm. Dark clouds gathered around them, thundering their arrival, and lighting up their position like a beacon. Alnis’ travel-mates quickly accelerated ahead, diving into the storm. Alnis hung back, having made sure to check in his visions what would happen after the initial charge. It wasn’t really his thing to go running headfirst into a fight. Besides, he knew that the sapiere he was looking for would emerge soon enough. As if on cue, a sapiere the colour of sapphire began to emerge from the smog, swatting away a stalker like it was a fly. It’s furious orange eyes

Goliath’s claws had been twitching ever since the first bolt of lightning had struck outside of town. He had crept away from his family while they were busy in the market, following the other dragons that had noticed the change in the air. While the humans sheltered safely inside the city walls, Goliath and the others prepared to face the storm. His green eyes flashed with each bolt that lit up the sky. Amongst the flashes and roiling clouds, shapes shifted and moved, growing closer with every crackle, images burned against the sky. Goliath didn’t know what they were or what they wanted, but he, like so many others, had sensed the ill intent. As the first form broke through the haze and into the fast retreating sunlight, Goliath couldn’t help but grin. Dragons were something he could handle. Everyone took to the sky at once, but peeled away to chase their own cloud beast. The clashes rang out, the sounds of claws against scales, shrieks of battle savagery and pain, and dragon breath

nightmare Moon licked his lips and wagged his tail, all the while staring down at the grand saphiere lumbering slowly and destructively in their direction. What a delicious monster, it’d be a true testiment to his strength if he could bring it down. His lips curled inward into a sneer as he sized up the saphiere. It was a bit bigger than him, but it seemed slow and was probably stupid anyways. The warden’s wing muscles flexed a little bit as he daydreamed of sinking his teeth into the blue beast’s jugular. Then he stopped, his eyes slinking slowly over to his war companion, Alnis. The sunlight touched Alnis’s gold pelt softly, giving it a little shimmer. The dark warden took a second to look him up and down to judge how well he would be suited for action against the saphiere. tromacom Alnis tried very, very hard to stay still and keep his focus on the sapiere below, but he was finding it hard knowing that the other warden’s eyes were, once again, on him. He’d been pretending to