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"This is such a mess..." Enerin muttered to his friends, shaking his muzzle from side to side in a way that made his ear frills fan back and forth.
"Why would he have it out for you though?" Rekalnus asked, pointing. "What makes you so special, besides being the doctor around here? It's not like you're the head of the Council, you weren't the first member, hell you aren't even one of the councilors."
"I think it's just for simplicity's sake. My phone was in my bag, and my password is rather obvious. Maybe whoever it is saw me put in the password and decided to use it. I don't know." Torkos shrugged. "Anyway," the purple dragon craned his head over to look at Draconis in his chair, "Draconis! Did you find him yet?"
"Stop asking!" Draconis snapped back over his shoulder. "I'm looking. It takes more time talking to you assholes than to go through three searches." The rest of the original members merely shrugged.
At Zorath's call, they had come running. News of the call traveled quickly, and as secretly as possible. Eyebrows were raised when specific members of the Council disappeared from their shifts on watch, games of cards, or beds. They had met together in Draconis's room, which had confused everyone besides the few who knew until the situation was explained. A couple dragons, mainly the more individual ones were put off at the idea, but were made to see the logic behind it.
"Even if he did use it, why give us the location, and a name? Too much information was given. He was too specific, so whoever this Naberish person is wanted us to know." Timberwolf tapped his chin. "If Naberish is real anyway," he muttered as an afterthought.
"Is it a trap?"
"Could be..." Drakko replied, crest rippling. "If it is, I guess I'm falling in it. Maybe I'll try some of my more unorthodox methods of anti-trap-traps." He tapped his mask with the tip of a claw. "Even so, I got this thing to help, so I'm sure I'll fine."
"Be safe, Father," Chill whispered in his ear, "I know how you can be sometimes."
"That's only if I'm grumpy," he whispered back, grinning slightly. The rest of the group went on unperturbed.
"I don't think he should go," Rekalnus said, "too dangerous."
"Agreed," Robinton rumbled from where he had stuck his head in the door, "I'll go and crash the party." He gave a dark chuckle.
"Not a good idea Rob," Drakko growled, "you're not going to collect any info if you just barge in. Me though, I could collect some intel, and then we'd get a lead. Actually, I'll get one of my guys on it to see if they can figure this out."
"You have people working for you?" Torkos asked, incredulous.
"Yeah," Drakko made it sound like it was obvious what was going on. "Three actually. I've been training them in my arts." The Doc's tail swished as he contemplated Drakko's words. He felt a little... confused.
Hatkah figured he might as well get a say in this while he could, "look guys, I'm not normally one for planning, but knowledge is power. Am I right?" Dragons nodded, but Shadow, who was propped up against the wall, lifted his eyes to speak.
"What if Draconis is right, and they're bringing security for the transfer. With enough dragons there's no way he'll not be noticed."
"That's funny, coming from you Shadow." Rekalnus said, "but remember those councils? Where he snuck in and nobody noticed he was there until he dropped from the ceiling on our heads." Shadow grunted back.
"I'll give you that one."
The debate continued until it was decided that the group would vote on whether the dragon should go or not. It was a landslide decision. "Alright, I'm gonna pack up some gear and get ready to do what I do. Torkos," Drakko said, turning to his old friend, "as soon as I get back I'm going to fix Abria. With Chill's help of course." His daughter nodded to the smaller dragon. "We'll be going then." He walked out, with the golden dragon on his tail after Rob moved his head. Their steps synchronized almost instantly halfway down the hall. Torkos couldn't help but be reminded by the 'Like Father, like Daughter' phrase, until Rob's muzzle got in the way.
"Are we done here?" Robinton asked impatiently, twisting his neck, "This is a bit of a tight fit. Why couldn't those two have dug out the entire tunnel complex?" He growled.
"They dug it out small so no battle dragons could get in." Rekalnus replied.
"What about me then?"
"You can handle yourself. You're a 49 foot long tank of black scales, muscle, and fire."
"Woop-de-fuckin-doo." With that, Rob pulled his head out from the doorway and left down the hall, thick tail trailing behind.
'To sleep on the job no doubt,' Torkos thought. 'At least Zorath isn't here to find out.' He sniffed quietly, and followed the massive dragon out. The rest of the Council dispersed after him to return to their posts before they all met. "Hey, Rex, you got a minute?" Torkos asked through the throng as the bluish dragon padded by.
"Sure, I have a minute. Gotta get messages out to a pair of dragons on the East side of the hill, so make it quick." Rekalnus said, stepping into line beside the shorter dragon.
"Don't worry, it won't take long." The Doc led his friend down to where Abria laid chained, with a Shadow close behind. The door opened at the behest of a slender tail and the three filed in.
"So why'd you bring me in here?" Rex asked as the door closed. He was one of the many dragons that didn't feel all that comfortable being in the room. Abria's glowing eyes watching them didn't help.
"I need your venom. I'd rather save the painkillers I've got for when someone needs it instead of wasting it knocking Abria out. Since your venom's infinite to a degree, and has a natural sedative within it, could you..." Torkos pointed over at where Abria laid. Rekalnus nodded in reply.
"You got it..." He took a step closer to the dragoness, and noted the distance between himself and the other two. "Uhh... You guys may want to back up a bit." He said, looking at them, "I'd rather not knock you two out as well." Torkos and Shadow got the hint and put their backs to the wall. Rekalnus turned back and took a deep breath, filling the venom sac located near the back of his jaw with air and a touch of his homemade knockout drug. Exhaling revealed a slightly greenish tint of a cloud that was inhaled by Zorath's sister. Her eyelids fluttered once the drug made it into her system before finally closing. Torkos knelt by her side and checked her pulse to find it slow and sluggish once he deemed he wouldn't end up a drooling mess on the floor.
"She's out cold," he informed the other two. "I'm sure it won't be for long, so we have to work fast." Torkos retrieved the gurney from where he had left it in the corner. He had used it only once before when first working on Abria, and rolled it to her side like before.
"Got it." Torkos and Rekalnus unchained the red dragoness from the stone slab and rolled her onto the metal gurney. The two dragons, with Shadow watching, hefted the stone slab Abria had been chained to and leaned it vertically against the back wall. "Why are we doing this?" Rekalnus asked through clenched teeth as he lifted the rock.
"To make it easier on Drakko, "Torkos growled, also through clenched teeth. "It's harder for him to crouch for five hours than stand for five hours." The two grunted as they made a final push to shove the slab back against the wall with a loud slam. "This'll make sure he won't be sore when him and Chill are done." Torkos extracted a rag from a pant pocket and wiped his face with it. He offered it to Rekalnus who politely declined.
"Now we chain Abria back up?" Rex asked, quickly turning back to where the sleeping dragoness laid.
"Now we chain her back up," the Doc confirmed. He checked her pulse one last time, finding the steady beating of her heart a little faster than before. This worried him. "We need to hurry," he said, gripping the side of the gurney. "She's going to wake up soon." He didn't know how 'soon' soon was.
When Abria was directly next to the slab, Torkos gripped one arm and Rex grabbed the other. Together they lifted her from the gurney and gently settled her against the slab, head lolling to the side. Rex held one scale encased arm up against the slab while his friend tried to chain the other one down. That's when the venom wore off. The worst part was that Torkos only had a second to see her breathing quicken, and register that she was awake, before she lunged forward. She flew out of the soon-to-be restraints to give the Doc a vicious heatbutt that not even his horns could completely displace.
"Shit..." He growled groggily as he fell back against the slab a ringing piercing his skull. Commotion all around, but it seemed distant. Two forms were scrabbling next to him, all flailing arms, wings, and tails. With a claw he felt where Abria had hit him, and pulled it back covered in steaming blood. He had felt a hole in the side of his head, a missing horn. A grimace worked its way across his muzzle. Never mind the horn, he had to help Rex! Unsteadily, he reached out to the top of the slab and dug his claws in to pull himself up before one of two tails swung by and simply knocked him to the void.

A splash of ice cold water brought Torkos back. He jumped up still spluttering, arms and legs in a fighting stance, trying to see through his waterlid covered eyes. Rex, Shadow, Drakko, Chill, and Draconis all crowded around him. Behind, Abria was chained to the slab, albeit with a few scratches and a couple burns. The Doc sighed, and brought his arms down. “Told you,” Drakko said to Rex, grinning smugly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Rekalnus bobbed his head at each word, “I guess poking him didn’t work after all.” Chill laughed quietly behind the two as Draconis grunted across crossed arms.
“Slept like a rock you did. Never met a dragon that couldn’t be woken through some of my methods.” Draconis chuckled slightly. “Not even the smell of gold woke you.” He pulled out a pair of gold coins, rubbing them against each other until an illusion of three appeared. Torkos couldn’t help but snort.
“If you guys want to know why I sleep soundly, then meet my mate.” Everyone had a good laugh at that. “So, did I really lose a horn, or did I imagine that?”
“Nope,” Shadow tossed the smallish horn over to Torkos, who caught it and looked at the stump where it connected to his skull. He took a moment to feel the hole before rubbing the bottom of the horn. “Maybe you should sharpen that into a knife. I’ve got a few bone knives hidden around here somewhere.” Shadow patted his pockets, “but I don’t have any on me at the moment.” Torkos smirked at the comment.
“Well,” Drakko clapped his claws together loud enough to make Rex and the good purple dragon flinch slightly at the noise. “Chill and I have work to do, now that all that excitement is over, so we’ll catch you guys later.”
“Bye boys.” Chill said on the way out, waving to them. The Doc glanced over at Abria who was struggling within her bindings, eyes flaring brighter than before.
“How’d you chain her back up?” He asked, pointing.
“After you were knocked out,” Rex began, “She was pummeling the shit outta me, and we were rolling this way and that. Shadow’s not dumb enough to try and get in the middle of that, so he ran and got Draconis, who sent a message to Bryce, and all of them came running. The three of them had a good time trying to get her off me, but she managed to keep them busy rather well.” Rekalnus nodded as he said this, looking off out in space. “I’m now terrified of her by the way.” Torkos thought that was pretty funny. “Anyway, they managed to get her off me, but not after she gave me these.” Rex twisted to the side to show of four long gashes across his side that had all but clotted. “Yeah, not fun.”
“I can imagine.”
“I’m sure you can...” Rex crossed his arms. “Once she was off, we managed to restrain her and since my breath is more of an area of effect kinda thing, Chill used her frost to knock Abria out. Then, it was just putting the restraints back on.”
“Sounds like fun, “Torkos pushed himself up from the slab, stretching and popping his back like so many firecrackers. “Just like the speech I need to write up.”
“Speech?” Shadow always been the one who only pays attention to the important stuff apparently.
“Yep. A speech to the Council on how the whole operation’s going to go down. I’m even going to add all the gruesome little details. I can’t stand those who can’t stomach this kind of stuff. I think you guys were right back in America. People have gotten soft in modern day. Let’s just hope we don’t have to deal with that in the Council.” As he said this, Torkos twisted his neck almost completely around, cracking it multiple times. A bad habit of his that not even his training as a doctor could fix.
“Zorath’s really serious about this then, huh?” Rex growled.
“Of course!” Torkos gestured towards Abira, “Look at what they did to his sister! And what about what they forced him to do! He’s a battle dragon, Kett too, and these guys are making the entire Council’s chase their own tails!” He turned away from them and made for the door. He placed a hand on the doorframe. “What would you do in this situation?” He asked rhetorically over his shoulder. Rex and Shadow listened to his footsteps recede down the hall in silence.

Late that night, while Drakko was away on his own personal op, Torkos delivered the speech. “SILENCE!” Robinton roared to the assembled crowd, and more particularly, a group of upstart drakes. His station position off to the side made it easy to notice the more irritating dragons.
“Thank you, Rob,” Torkos muttered from the dais, more than a little annoyed at his brothers and sisters of the Council. He cleared his throat, a cheat sheet in front of him. “Fellow Council members, “he began, “We all know why we are here.”
“Obviously...” someone muttered in the crowd, loud enough for the Doc to hear. He ignored it.
“The British have found a weapon of unspeakable power! Dragonstones.” He took a breath, “The very things that changed my life, my mate’s life, the absent, Drakko Brighthorn’s life, and some of your lives I’m sure.” He raised his fist, shaking it above his horned head, “The only thing to do is destroy these infernal devices before they cause harm.” At ‘destroy,’ he slammed his fist onto the stone with a satisfying thud. “The plan, an attack on the Parliament's own Shadow Cabinet!” He lowered his voice to make his next warning clearer.
“Now let me this very clear. We are not here to kill, we are not beasts. All scientists, soldiers, humans in general, are to be knocked unconscious. This goes the same for any and all dragons not of the Council. Again, none are to be killed, for even the slightest scrap of evidence can be traced back to us. Fire, venom, plasma, and any other breath weapons are also prohibited. Technology has advanced too far for those to be viable options. These will only lead to two things: a bloodbath... or exile.” As Torkos suspected, the Council met his words with denial. He waited for them to quiet, Rob’s bellows silencing the rest.
“Now,” he shouted over the last few roars, “with all of this, you probably think we are at a huge disadvantage, and you are right; we are. Draconis though, has something to even the odds.” There was a roar of approval, “That being said, it will still be difficult. Don’t think of this as a game! These are trained men with real bullets. Not all of us will be coming back from this. Even so,” Torkos built the suspense. His voice built in volume. “We go forward!” He pounded the air, the Council’s ruckus nearly drowning his next words. “We march to blood! We march to battle!” He ended the note on battle, but silently to himself, too quiet for anyone to hear, he whispered, “We march to war...”
The purple dragon descended the steps, the noise from the Council pounding his ears till they hurt. He considered his speech a success judging from the it’s delivery and reply. Ahead, two dragons, one cyan and one red, waited for him at the bottom. They fell into step by his side. “Nice speech. A little defeatist and maybe maniacal, but nice, “Rekalnus said as they entered the crowd. Torkos couldn’t help but snort out a laugh.
“Heh, be glad Drakko wasn’t the one to deliver it. He’d have filled it with ‘ahs,’ ‘umms,’ and bad puns.”
“That rhymed, “Hatkah noted.
Torkos grinned, “I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it.”
“You know, now that I think about it, at the end there you started to sound like Zorath after he found his sister.”
“I needed a way to motivate them.” Torkos started his lecture, “You have to be serious with them so they understand the risk or they’ll run at the sight of blood. That being said, warning them off to second thoughts isn’t a good idea either. I had to make sure that even with all that, they’ll still follow us to their deaths.” Torkos heaved a sigh, “For that’s really where we march to.”
“Well, it worked. And what the hell,” Rex spread his arms wide with an impish smile on his face, hitting a couple dragons, “When you’re marching to hell-”
“It’s best to do it with friends,” Hatkah finished. He chuckled in that evil way with of his, staff thunking next to him with every step. “At least now I can use this thing.”
“Maybe... but maybe not.” The Doc hinted,” We’re going to need you to keep the soldiers busy with your illusions while we drive forward.” The Red’s tail twitched in annoyance, but nodded his understanding. He regarded Torko for a moment, as if decided whether to reply or not.
“Are you going to stay back and help the wounded?” Hatkah asked. He was hoping the purple dragon was also going to miss out on all the fun. Life is full of disappointment though.
“Nope, ”came the haughty reply, “I’m going to be at the tip of the spear, as it were. My training puts me on par with the soldiers, so the deeper I am, the better.” This time Hatkah growled out his disappointment. A low sound of barely restrained anger. The other two dragons took no notice of it. While they talked, a claw reached out of the crowed, cloaked in jet black scales tinged neon green. It gripped Torkos’s shoulder, stopping him and spinning him around to face it’s own. The other two took notice and turned as well.
“If you’re going to be in the eye of the storm, then I’m coming with you!” Megs posture was defiant. She seemed determined to either get in a fight, or make one before the Council finished its business in England. “And don’t think I can’t just because I’m a dragoness (like anyone would think that).” Her crest flexed almost constantly, waving back and forth. Torkos regarded the dragoness.
“Fine by me. I’ll get you transferred to my squad. It’s your hide anyway.” Rekalnus leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
“Looks like you have an admirer.” The Doc glanced at him with Hatkah peering over his shoulder. Rex raised his eye ridges to convey the message more clearly.
“Rex, “Torkos sighed, “I’m already mated. I’m not going to chase down some young dragoness just because she has a bit of fire in her.” The blue dragon raised his claws in the common sign of surrender.
“I never said that,” He was grinning slightly, betraying his own words. Torkos groaned, and turned back to Megs.
“I’m very sorry Miss that you...” He searched around, not finding any sign of her in the throng. She had just, disappeared.
“Creepy,” Hatkah commented, “Almost as bad as Bryce.”
“Almost,” Torkos said, continuing his his way through the dragons, “but not quite.” As they went, a shadow followed their progress. The one and only that they were after. None took notice, and a smile crept onto the traitor’s face at how easy they were making it. Everything had been given to him, free of charge. All except for one, tiny thing...
Drakko felt cold. He felt wet. He felt absolutely amazing. Not only was his mission a success, albeit with one setback that may bite the entire Council in the butt, but he did get his contact out. Frankly, he wasn’t counting on that being possible considering the circumstances, but he had to give himself credit. It worked.
Back to the setback. He hid in the waters near the wharf with his little green contact. The fishery warehouse where he had staged his one man ambush blazed within his enhance eyesight. Already firefighters were battling their age old adversary to stop it from spreading. The warehouse catching on fire could have been avoided. He had to admit that. Not to mention him getting tagged in the back with a battle dragon crystal. Now he peeked his massive head just out of the water, his forty some-odd-foot body hidden in the blackened waters behind it. Yes, that probably could have been avoided.
He destroyed the battle dragon crystals, killed a decent amount of bad guys, got turned into a battle dragon, burned down a warehouse, and got his contact out. He’d call that a victory any day. The only thing left to do that would seal the bargain was to get back to the Council. Looking at his contact, he knew the green dragon wasn’t going to make it under his own power.
The little dragon sat on the wharf itself, back to the crates stacked about and hidden by shadows and the dark of night. He seemed on the verge of hyperventilating. Drakko’s rigorous training didn’t cover being captured. He was supposed to train dragons to avoid that. Nor did it cover being tortured. His contact wasn’t as bad as Abria when he found her locked up, but they had definitely been busy for the couple hours they had him. Gouges on his arms where claws had cut him, blackened scales where they had burnt him, and worst of all, his wings were in tatters. Drakko knew the young drake was close to shock. He had to get the drake to the doc as soon as possible. Drakko silently swam closer to the wharf. He was also glad he was a water dragon.
“Hey, “Drakko’s voice was soft, but it still made the Green jump. “We’re getting you out of here.”
“How am I getting out of here?” The little dragon replied with a shaky voice. “I can’t fly.” He spread his wings, wincing as the ragged membrane tore just a bit more. Drakko thought it was a bit much to prove a point, especially a moot one. He folded his wings back as Drakko replied matter-of-factly.
“You’re going to ride me.” The little dragon’s eyes widened as his teacher pulled his considerable, wet bulk up onto the wharf.
“Are you sure about this?”
“As sure as I can be. It’s the only way I can get you back fast enough without blood loss taking you first.” The Green had to concede to that logic. Drakko laid down on the wooden planks and extended his wings to the wood. The little dragon understood Drakko enough to know that this wasn’t an invitation for him to climb up the wing. Drakko was just making room for him. instead, the little dragon worked his way up Drakko’s knobby foreleg. He lost his balance once and nearly fell over when Drakko’s entire body shook. His scales scraped on the wood, making a hideous, if muffled noise. “Hurry up! That tickles” The Green got settled between two foot and a half long spines that threatened to gore him if he leaned forward too far. “Ready back there?” Drakko didn’t feel his contact shift anymore.
“Ready.”
“Hold on to your pants then, it’s about to get cold.” His contact wasn’t wearing any pants. With a flap and a few dozen more they were sky high and beyond.  An old fisherman was out and about on board his boat, and saw Drakko take off. He was liable to call the police and inform them that some dragon was fishing in the ocean again. He was too tired and worn out to bother, and dozens of times he's seen dragons fish out of the ocean. If they want to get mercury poisoning then that's their problem. He went back to smoking an old fashioned pipe.
Above the clouds, with wind whipping all about, half from the land and half from the ocean, the little dragon riding dragonback shivered. The air was nearly forty degrees lower than the ground below. Ice crystals formed on both the dragon's scales, covering them in a shiny layer. Drakko felt light headed. The air was too thin, and it wasn't helping his friends wounds. The air currents were fast though, and the cold would numb the pain. It was a rose with thorns though. The cold could quite literally freeze him from the inside out, if the blood freezes anyway.
Drakko turned to look back at his contact. the little dragon had moved, and now huddled between his shoulder blades. Right where the wings met his back. It was probably for the best. Drakko really didn’t mind. He snorted out ice crystals. If he was in the Green’s position, he’d have tried to stay as warm as possible, regardless of where he was.
Returning his attention forward, and downward, he tried and failed to discern where he was at the moment. The clouds were too thick to tell, but if he had any sense of direction, he should just be leaving the city limits. “Hold on buddy, “He muttered. Folding his wings against his back and the back of his contacts, he descended.
Below the clouds, the temperature raised enough for the ice on both their scales to become thin. The little dragon still shivered, and his wounds still bled profusely. Drakko could feel the blood melt ice on his scales as it made its way down.
The battle dragon caught sight of where the foliage covered the Council’s cave entrance. At the same time, the dragon on his back stopped shivering. Drakko wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. “Nearly there, “he said over his shoulder, “I can see it.” There was no reply. Drakko hoped he wasn’t too late.

“Oh shit!”
“What?”
“I got something here. Something big.”
“Battle dragon?”
“Looks like it.”
“Call it in.” Timberwolf pulled the radio away from his ear and dialed it in to the Council’s main frequency. Cold winds created static on the other end. “Draconis!”
“I heard. Warning them now.” The line cut, and Timber switched it back to talk with Enerin. “He knows.”
“Good, but does he know your little buddy there said, ‘contacts detected?’ We only picked up one mass...” Enerin checked his binos again. It was still there, heading straight for the Council. There was still only one heat signature. “Still there, same heading.”
“I’m not sure... Mine too thinks there’s two. Do you think it’s a glitch?” Enerin searched with his thermal imaging binos, scanning the rest of the sky while Timber kept an eye on the target.
“I don’t know. Keep an eye out. It just arrived...”

His phone buzzed. “”One moment, “Torkos said to the dragons around him. He turned away from them, pulling it out of his pant’s pocket at the same time. A message from Draconis.
“Battle dragon,” His eyes widened, “Main entrance, “He looked around, seeing other Council members with their phones, staring in disbelief. That last word rang in his ears. “Prepare!”
“Prepare!” He roared to the Council. Heads turned as those with phones too began shouting. “Battle dragon at the main entrance! Prepare!” The same shouts were voiced by all original members nearby. Torkos pushed his way through the crowd, shoving dragons aside as he worked his way to Robinton. Beside him, Rex and Hatkah followed. “Rob! Everyone to Robinton!” The massive black dragon was already standing at the entrance, tail whipping back and forth behind him. Dragons at his side formed into phalanxes, creating a solid wall of scales, fire, and for some, fear. Torkos ignored them as he shoved past a brass dragon to the staircase leading up. Dragons muttered curses from behind as they pushed and jostled one another in the small opening. The purple dragon sidled next to the black dragon that dwarfed him in size, fire flickering in the big dragon’s maw. Once more, the Doc addressed the Council.
“Remember! Their bellies are armored, their armpits are not! No fire unless you want to immolate us all! And where the hell is Chill?” The golden dragoness pushed through the council, past Shadow and Hatkah with his staff to the shorter dragon’s side.
“Sir?” she asked, ice crystals on her lips.
“Is your father back yet?” She shook her head. “Well then, “He looked forward as the ground shook to massive footsteps. “let’s hope he doesn’t miss out on the party.” The shaking continued. Dragons up and down the line fidgeted at the noise. Some growled out challenges and curses. Some spat sparks that fizzled onto the floor. Some with more exotic breath types filled the air with smoke and nostrils with the stink of chemicals. Torkos, Chill, and Rob stayed silent, waiting patiently for the threat. Hatkah formed illusions of himself to bolster the ranks.
A claw appeared on the uppermost stair. Red scales burned in the torchlight, the nine inch razors connected dug into the stone. Rumbling came from it as it went down another step. Ten Hatkahs prepared their quarterstaffs as sixty dragons readied tooth and claw. The battle dragon took another step down, it’s snout coming into view. Fangs peeked beneath its lip, glinting. Another step brought the rest of its upper body into view, along with its crest and the green dragon on its back. All stared at Drakko Brighthorn as he watched them, panting, but grinning slightly.
“What’s with the warm welcome?”
Sorry guys about having no description last time, but I was on vacation on my phone, so it would have taken me forever to type up a description with everything.

Anyway, latest chapter up! As promised, ten days in the making. Almost missed the deadline with redoing my room, my sisters, and my little brothers, but I managed it in time. Also, I need to listen to more music. -.=.^ :icondragonmusicplz:

Where every and all dragons mentioned here can be found (for the most part)- :icondragonshadowcouncil:

BTW- The chapter is a little wonky because of how the copy and paste works on DA. I'll fix it tomorrow if I can.
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Timberwolf581's avatar
I know we should be on our guard, but are battle dragons really that bad? And who can explain to me all of the details about battle dragons? :?

Heck, do we even have dedicated anti battle dragon equipment? (if not, I might have an idea :D)