death rising, part 1, the hatchling
#1 of death rising
disclaimer, this story is suited for 16+, it will contain gore and blood and what i heard so far from it, it makes some poeple emotional. it also contains adult related subject but those would not be furder explained. so their would be no fap fap fap for you guys C;<
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Death rising, part 1: the hatchling.
"TRETRON!" a young hatchling heard. His little head poked out of the tall green grass that surrounded him. His lime-green frills where still growing between his small metallic coloured spikes that ran down his head and neck. To the sides he had one horn on each side, just the same colour as his spikes. Beneath those his ears were located. His body was covered with coal black shiny scales, with blood red markings on his head, neck, legs and tail. On the tip of his black nuzzle a horn of metal was placed, at the point where his wing fingers joined his wing arm three claws where reaching out like spikes. The underside of his wing membrane was the same green as his frills, while the top of the membranes were black with a red edge. Sadly for Tretron he could not fly yet, his wings were not strong enough. But all his friends could fly because he was the only one of his nesting period. A big drought and scarcity on food made him the only survivor of the period. So all his friends were one year older than him. When all the other hatchlings went for flying lessons, Tretron would get hunting lessons. Something which was on-orthodox in his tribe. The normal teaching ways were first flying then hunting. But his parents never agreed on that, they were more feral of education. They always prepared Tretron for the situation where he wouldn't have a luxury, or broke something. His parents looked down onto the ones that never taught their younglings to hunt without wings. How would they manage if they crashed and broke their wings? No, Tretron must learn everything about hunting, also how other animals hunt. It made Tretron more aware of his surroundings and even when some other much older children failed hunting, Tretron somehow could kill a few small mammals. The young hunting trainings also meant that Tretron was getting muscular with long muscles that made him excellent for long running companions. While other hatchlings ran past Tretron in the first lap, they were tired in the second and Tretron would still last for a few more. In order to make Tretron not too muscular on his body which can result in inability to flight he was forced to do wing pull ups three times a day to strengthen his muscles. But all this training didn't help to catch a simple little creature which caught Tretron's interest, a butterfly. It annoyed him that such a small creature could outrun his claws. He chased it for some minutes until a big dark shade was cast on Tretron.
He knew who that was, it was the biggest dragon in the vicinity. Feral, Smart, an excellent hunter and... "TRETRON! Oh here you are I have being searching for you for ages"... and it was his mother. The black dragoness had been trying to find her hatchling all morning. Her mate was gone for the daily hunt and Tretron had so much energy she never could quite keep up with him, even more so because she was pregnant. It was only for a few weeks that it was visible but it still drained a lot of her energy. It was not unknown to Tretron how eggs were made because his parents told him after he asked how eggs were made. They just didn't tell the details, many parents would lie about eggs coming from other places and such. But that was just silly according to Tretron's parents. Lying would not help when he got in the situation when he met a dragoness in heat for the first time. "dawww mum I am hunting!" he protested against his mother's appearance that interrupted his hunt and made the butterfly flee. "I know my big hunter" she nuzzled her son on his head. "but even great hunters must break to eat" as soon as Tretron heard the words of food he stopped with whatever he was doing and went to the meal. "MEAT!!" Tretron squalled and jumped on his mother's back and sprawled out. Why he would walk if he had his mother to walk for him? Precisely just let his mother walk, much easier. The black dragoness rolled her eyes at her son a bit, he could be just as lazy as active, but never the less she was proud of him. The only hatchling of his nesting period that survived the drought. She knew he would do something great and she knew he would have a lot of people either honour him or fear him. Maybe neither because Tretron could be impatient when it came to food. He did not stop bugging her about the food until they arrived. "PAPA!" the young one squealed from his mother's head. Behind a few cows, deers and rabbits for Tretron, stood a metallic blue with blood red marks. All over his body he had cuts and scars from fights. His scales were quite roughed up and there was no doubt when you looked at the whole tribe that he was the one who could put up the best first. It was from his dad whom Tretron got the markings and his tail blade, which was quite dull at the moment, from. As soon as his mother stopped to nuzzle her mate and thanked him for the meat, Tretron slid down her neck and jumped onto the meat, claiming the rabbits as his own. The arrival of the hunters also meant he could talk and play with his friends without getting interrupted, by them... the children of the tribe leaders, he hated them. They took what they wanted because they were of a higher rank then him. So he could never play with his close friend Rigja whenever they were around. Rigja was one of the 5 dragonesses that were born in the nesting period before Tretron. Meaning there was quite a lot of conditions between the parents already mostly about who the dragonesses must get mated to when they were older. Rigja was a very slimly build dragoness, her deep blue scales had no fault in them what so ever. She was the most beautiful hatchling of the tribe and that meant that the twins of the tribe leader forced every male out of her way when they were with her. So Tretron couldn't play with Rigja, which was something he hated, because of that it was usual that he and the twins fought. The twins were older and they had advantage in number over Tretron but they could not defeat him. The matter Tretron was a bent in the pride for them and they saw it as a subversion of their 'authority' so Tretron got another lesson by the other elders about rankings. But not even that stopped him, all he wanted to do was play and talk with his best friend and he could not understand why the twins took her away when Rigja had no interest in them. Little do they know that the parents of Rigja and twins were getting a mating proposal for the oldest twin when Rigja was ready to take a mate.
"TRETRON!" he was woken by a female voice that jumped on him. "wake up sleepy head!" the female licked his jaws. It was Rigja, a few years had passed and Tretron had grown a lot. Thanks to his mother's genes he was one of the biggest hatchlings of the pride. He did get a lot attention by the other female hatchlings but sadly it was time for most to get a mate. And today it was Rigja's turn. Rigja knew who she needed to take, the one who always made her laugh; Tretron. But her parents said she needed to take Ferto, the elder twin. They did not tell her why and she hated every fiber of Ferto. She was planning not to listen to her parents and take Tretron, no matter how much her parents would hate her. Tretron stretched his body, he hated it when she woke him up like this. For him sleep was divine. "uhmm what..." Tretron said a bit sleepy, because that he was a year younger he wasn't told that the dragonesses would select their mate today and he was only to watch, he was not allowed to take part in the tradition however it was not prohibitied to be selected as mate. "it's the big day!" Rigja swatted him "I must select a mate today!" she was excited as she was almost sure that Tretron would knew that, and she hoped he was allowed to take part in the ritual. "uhmm I did not know that" Tretron took some time to choice his words "why didn't they tell me.." this made Rigja somehow sad, which Tretron did not understand. But Rigja knew that it might be impossible then to select Tretron as mate, which meant that she must take Ferto. "Come with me anyways!" she said in an ordering tone "But whodo you want to be mated with?" Tretron tilted his head as he got ready to leave the cave and to the ritual grounds. "We'll see"
After a few minutes' walk during which Rigja remained silent about her plans and Tretron trying as curious as he is to get more information they arrived. Rigja was the first to go, a big brown dragon started the ceremony and lined up the males, which Tretron was not part of. "Rigja, these males will try to impress you. Do you have any whish before they start or do you have a new candidate?" Rigja smilled and nodded "Elder I have an extra candidate" everyone knew that a candidate selected by the female herself become the mate of that female in 80% of all cases. "I want Tretron to be part of the selection" as soon as she pronounced the name Tretron a wave of unrest flushed over the crowd that was watching, even Tretron was a bit shocked. "You understand that is not possible, Tretron is.." Rigja interrupted "is not old enough to be a candidate, unless he is invited to be one" she smiled "and I just invited him" the brown dragon turned his head to the fellow elders to see what they thought. Then he turned back "Tretron! Can you step forward please" Tretron felt shy, everyone looked at him, and the tribe leader was looking at him really angry, but he was safe, at least he hoped so. The elders spoke as soon as Tretron lined up "Tretron you have been invited to take part in this selection, do you wish to enter?" Tretron looked around and looked at Rigja for a good minute. She looked at him almost beggingly, somewhere in Tretron it hit his feelings. "I do want to enter" Tretron said after he processed his feelings. "So be it" the eldern spoke "each of you have only one change to impress Rigja to be your mate. We start with the highest in ranking, Ferto you can start" and start Ferto did, he pulled off a display of flying skills and after him more dragons did. It was beautiful but neither Tretron nor Rigja where impressed. Tretron wondered why everyone did the same while Rigja only had eyes for one dragon, which was Tretron. "Tretron, can you step forward and show your act" Tretron was shocked, most guys had spent weeks to their act, Tretron had to make one from scratch. Suddenly he got a plan which was not flying but more personal, he darted of the find the needed metal. The elders looked at him running away and Rigja looked sad "It seems that Tretron fled instant of his act. Rigja choose your mate" Rigja did not believe what Tretron did, he left her out in the cold. She took as much time as possible but when she was pushed to choice a candidate, Tretron came back with a few lumps of metal, it was just normal steel but tretron's idea was to make a coloured horn ring from it by adding coloured minerals in the metal. "I am ready for my act" he said proud. After some agreeing between the elders they gave the go ahead. So Tretron started to heat the metal with his flames and bent it with bare claws. It took until dusk that he was finished, the ring matched Rigja's horn as well as her scales that it was not screaming for attention but still not unnoticed when she wore it. It was impressing to see Tretron work and it was surely unique; Rigja knew this was the one. "Rigja choose your mate" the drown elder said. But when Rigja wanted to speak out Tretron's name, there was a distant roar heard. Then it came closer, closer and closer until they saw a small group of green dragons enter the valley. Their intention was clear when the spit fire at the group. Immediately everyone started to run, the pregnant ones and the children were escorted away. Those fit for fight stayed to fight. Tretron wanted to fight and protect too, but he was dragged away. Inside the cave the roars of battle were coming closer and closer. Then his father appeared in the cave entry "We are losing! Get away" he warned them but it was too late he got hit by a blast of fire and was thrown against the cave wall. Tretron's mother went to save her mate but she was met by a green dragon that charged for her neck. It was brutal. Hatchlings were hiding in the corners seeing their parents being slaughtered. Tretron's mother was bleeding heavily as she somehow managed to reach him . "Be strong...my son" she coughed blood, this were her last words. Her heart stopped from the loss of blood, Tretron could do nothing but watch how his mother died. He screamed for help but it was no use, his dad, the last fighting dragon got his head ripped off by the dragons sending a wave of blood into the cave and coating the hatchlings with it. "Daddy!" Tretron screamed crying. Rigja ran to Tretron to help him escape but it made her visible for the dragons "Tretron!" she screamed but it was too late, when Tretron turned his head he saw Rigja being crushed by one of the dragons; her belly exploded sending her guts over the ground. Thanks to Rigja the other hatchlings were noticed and slain in front of Tretron's eyes, heads were ripped off, guts where flowing over the floor. Tretron was in a shock, he did not understand what was happening, it was a surreal situation. In half an hour he lost his parents, his friends, his tribe to those dragons. In a last attempt to survive Tretron curled against his dead mother, hoping she would protect him. And she did, her blood masked Tretron's scent and her black body made Tretron almost impossible to spot. After the dragons had their fun they left the cave, Leaving the bodies of the dragons ripped open, leaving the crushed eggs, leaving their victory and leaving Tretron.