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[Chaceledon]

Chaceledon recognized they were beyond words, but he needed to shift this battle to his advantage. He saw the other dragon rear back and waited, as though he were unsure of what the other planned. He was going to use that body against Aivrid, and that beautiful crown of horns gave him the idea. He tensed, and threw his impressive coils around Aivrid’s head as he attempted to headbutt him. Aivrid still had his hips, but he used his middle and dove under the other’s chin.

Chaceledon started to tighten. His muscular body squeezed. “Enough of this! I don’t want to kill you and you are ruining my scales!” Chaceledon growled. Was this why his family avoided these less serpentine creatures? They seemed more blind monsters, less people.
Aivia
Aivrid
Maxine Steelborne
Solaiel

 

[Saang Lusce]

Aivia needed no dare to make any move. The crimson drakeling turned her seething amber gaze upwards at the elder dragon's noise and issued a spitfire rebuttal of flames directly at his face ... and then promptly streaked off the ground with quick whipping of her wings. At this size she was exceptionally fast, but fast didn't make up for ... well, stupid. Her father might cop-out with inexperienced. Needless to say, the combination of fearless and youth weren't ideal in the current situation.

The beast made for a collision course with the larger dragon's head where she fully intended to attach herself and reap her ceaseless fury upon him like a child tantrumming at an adult.