Two Purple Dragons Ch2
She found herself drawn to it. Like a hatchling, to the warmth, and comfort that clung and radiated from a mother's belly. Cynder watched, as a black speck on the mirror, steadily grew outwards. Forming limbs like that of an octopi, even looking as though it had suckers upon it. Oh, if she knew what would become of her lack of alertness.
Spyro was oblivious to it all. He was content with stuffing himself with the gold and diamonds inside the chest he'd found. Strange, how green, red, and blue crystals dissolved through the skin to activate; yet others had to be ingested for it to produce strong, healthy scale. Rubies, sapphires, and of course gold; he didn't care, so long as they filled his belly. He only stopped when he heard a scream.
Whipping his head around with yet another mouthful of edible loot; it distended his cheeks, he was shocked by not seeing Cynder behind him. Instead, he saw her bladed tail slip through a charred mirror that had a fair amount of burnt silver trim. It alarmed him, and frightened him. He spat the loot out of his maw.
He quickly ran over to the mirror. He grabbed hold of the reflective thing, and shook it, in a futile effort to make his companion appear. It was shook, banged, even vented upon, but the mirror remained ever more abstinent.
"Gah, why won't you release her?!" The drake yelled. "Bring her back!" He said with a cry. After all that had happened, all they'd been through, this would be how they'd split? All the plans he'd had, were all for not, now that Cynder was gone. He grabbed the mirror once more, and peered into it; as if trying to see the dragoness past his reflection.
Suddenly, a black speck was appearing in the center of it, steadily growing as it changed in shape. Spyro felt terrified, and knew he should run, yet couldn't. As if the black splotch radiated of warmth and companionship. He was astounded by what he saw next. The shape transformed into the slender and curvy shape of a dragoness. It wasn't Cynder, yet he felt like he'd seen this one before.
"H-Hello?" He said rather weakly.
It looked at him, actually looked at him! And that, rather than send him running, made him feel, happy. It had acknowledged his existence, and being that it was in the mirror it had to know where Cynder was. Then the mirror-dragoness started to perform a series of aerial maneuvers; within the spherical limits of the mirror that it was bound to.
Spyro suddenly forgot his worry and fear, as if he'd forgotten about Cynder. That or the drake had reasoned in his head that she was fine, and safe, somewhere that was like paradise. Another splotch appeared next to the dragoness; it to, began to take shape of a dragon, but of one that was much smaller. Spyro squinted his eyes, and leaned forward, as to glimpse the forming drake. He recoiled in surprise when the smaller drake looked a lot like him, in fact, exactly like him!
The skies above turned into a gloomy dark blue in color, the clouds formed a rotating circle directly above the mirror. He looked up above, and became rather unnerved by this, Spyro looked at the dragoness and found, with great surprise, that the dragoness had changed as to look like Cynder's evil adult form. Not only that, but she held the little drake in her right paw. Before Spyro could think, the drake was swallowed by the mirror-Cynder, who made a slurping noise as the drake's tail slid down to her awaiting stomach.
Mirror-Cynder grabbed and caressed her; now slightly distended belly, and purred. She licked her lips, tongue hungry for any flavor that had clung to the rim of her mouth. Eyes closed, and belly full, mirror-Cynder looked content with what she'd accomplished, with so little effort.
She took her left paw and held it before her, then flicked it, releasing a single, solitary talon. Which, she then used to make little ovals on her gut. Mirror-Cynder smiled and pointed at Spyro, earning a response from the drake, by way of a succession of blinks. She then opened her mouth, and directed her claw towards that, then followed her neck to her stomach, which she then patted contentedly.
"Huh?" Was the only thing he could manage to say, considering that his mind was swamped with confusion. The dragoness began to steadily grow; filling the mirror as she did so. Then, her head burst through the mirror and even then she continued to grow. Spyro finally broke free of his trance and ran, frightened beyond anything he'd felt before, yet his heart became laden with heavy sorrow and grief, as Cynder had just moments ago, slipped though the mirror's glassy surface. He'd rather not think of what had become of her, deep within the belly of a demon-hallucination.
He ran only a short distance from the mirror, when the cliché notion to look back stuck him. And when he did, he noticed that the dragoness had no body, that or it was still in the mirror, as only mirror-Cynder's head and long neck protruded from it. Large was an understatement for the beast, as, through an improbability of logic, the parts of mirror-Cynder's body that showed, seemed to be much larger than the glass device was round.
But, unlike the dark, adult Cynder; that this beast had evidently molded itself from, it was solid black, no conflicting maroon to go along with the jet black scales. The symbols upon its head, did match the ones upon Cynder's, yet these were thin gray outlines, rather than a filled tattoo. But, the most striking feature upon mirror-Cynder's body would no doubt be her golden eyes. Oh, they made even the heavens above seem dull and bland.
They worked their magic better than what could've been imagined, as Spyro stopped dead in his tracks, drawn in by the alluring gold color. They seemed magical, and wonderful; they also gave Spyro, the feeling of home, like back in the swamp, back before he was thrust headlong into war and peril. Oh, how he wished that he, Sparx, and Cynder could go there, and live a life of simplicity.
Oddly enough, the golden eyes of mirror-Cynder seemed to tell him he could do so, as if, it had a mother's reassurance, and support hidden deep beneath those glowing pupils. It was then that he felt another mind press against his own, trying to form words of some sort. He couldn't make out what it was, but the longer he stood, gazing in awe at the dragoness' eyes, he was filled with the notion to do what mirror-Spyro had done; allow himself to be eaten.
_Spyro...Spyro..._A ghoulish voice called deep inside the purple drakes mind. He went wide in the eyes, as he recognized it to be that of Cynder's. Spyro looked deeper into mirror-Cynder's eyes, or rather was forced to, by some unseen magic.
"Cynder? Is-Is that you?" He asked meekly. The dragoness snorted, releasing a puff of smoke upon doing so. She opened her mouth to reveal multiple serrated teeth, all of which were ready to tear him to shreds. A deep black colored saliva flooded the entire cavity that was her mouth, acting as a lubricant for the teeth, making crushing and shredding all the more easier.
Spyro! The voice called again. Spyro was at a loss, not knowing where the voice came from, yet wanting to help whoever it was that called to him; the drake's pride would feel deflated if he let an innocent being become injured, especially one that knew his name, and sounded remarkably like Cynder.
Oh, but it was a mistake to take time as to find the source of the voice. Because of his brief lack of alertness, it made him unaware of what was occurring around him; mirror-Cynder easily used that to her advantage. Before the purple dragon could regain whatever thoughts he had prior to hearing the voice, mirror-Cynder's tongue coiled itself around Spyro's right front leg, or_sii_in the ancient draconic language.
He yelped when he was sharply lifted from the ground and tossed into the air;_sii_and_saa_flailing about. Strangely, due to his panic, the muscles in his wings seized up before they could open. So, with locked wings, and a terrified scream, the purple drake fell directly into mirror-Cynder's waiting maw. No matter how much he struggled, the lubricated passageway only made him fall faster. Then, the fleshy walls turned solid, like one would associate with stones found in the dragon temple.
Just as Spyro recognized this drastic change in feel, a large chamber; with the largest sapphire he'd ever seen in the center, made its appearance. He was once more in awe of something beautiful, as this stone shown brighter, and more amazing than the reds and greens of the other gems. But, the pleasant view was quickly interrupted when he hit the ground; hard.
The drake awoke from his unconscious state; which had come from not catching himself as he fell into the chamber. It was then that he noticed a very small dragon on the tip of his snout. The tiny drake seemed to be made of a fog white crystal, with a slight pink tinged, giving it, a near harmless look. It sure looked innocent enough; it was smiling at Spyro.
Spyro let out a chuckle, as to humor the little dragon. But, no sooner had he done so, than it crawled rapidly from his snout to his belly. The purple drake rolled onto his back, and watched it traverse across his golden underbelly; it seemed to be searching for something. It stopped dead center of his stomach and nodded, making Spyro raise a brow to it.
It reared back, teeth shining in the blue light that came from the sapphire, and thrust itself down, and through Spyro's thick scales and into his gut. He grabbed at the needle like hole in pain, noting how only a small amount of blood oozed from the opining. Spyro removed his paws, and was astounded to find the cut to be gone. Like, it had never existed.
But, then a translucent tube tore back through where the original cut had been, and proceeded to move towards Spyro's chest; all the while, it split into four separate points, all joined at the main tube. Then, without warning, they plunged into Spyro's hearts; the two main hearts belonging in the breast and lower neck, and the lesser-hearts at the back of his jaw.
Oh, what pain he felt from these prodding needles! Soon, the all too familiar crimson liquid flowed from the tubes, and rushed to his belly. His body began to shrivel, and scales gradually turned a ghostly white, as he began to lose his vitality, like the fate of a fly, snared in a spider's sticky web. His stomach distended from the rush of blood, which was caused, from a now larger form of the tiny drake in his belly.
His body became flaky and dry; his own eyes seemed to crack from the draining. Spyro wanted to fight back, yet, found it impossible. He didn't know it, but the tiny drake held firm to a nerve, making his prey immobile. He lost all thought, all pain, and all will. He could see what was around him, but had lost the ability to recognize anything. Spyro, the great purple dragon was now, nothing more than a hollow shell.
Soon, the tubes retracted back to their origin, and Spyro's belly began to rumble. Something rather large, moved though his esophagus, up to his mouth and out. The tiny crystal drake had become of flesh and blood, even if he still looked slightly pink. It turned and looked at Spyro, who lay across the floor, just staring into oblivion. It cackled at the lame form.
"You feed me. You give me life-water. Now, me take all of you." It said menacingly in crude draconian. It stepped forward, and opened the bottom part of its jaw down the center, revealing a hideous display of ragged, and rotten teeth. It made a move to take Spyro into its maw, but was stopped by a flash of red and black. Cynder.
"You'll have to go through me first you ingrate!" The drakka roared with all her might; she also took a defensive stance over the shell that was Spyro. It met her with an equal if not grander roar, and the two locked into a ball of teeth and talon. She swung with all her worth, and even then some, and bit at anything that moved, but failed to manage a single hit. But, this was not the case with the blood-sucker.
It had managed to rip apart her wing membrane, and slice her in the breast; he'd also just barely missed he neck-heart. It managed, after some trial and error, to wedge it's_saa_underneath Cynder. And, with a great deal of power, it flung her across the chamber and into a hard stone wall. She felt a rib crack and a wing snap. When she didn't immediately move once she'd fell to the ground, the drake deemed her, incapacitated.
Cynder felt incredibly pained when she got back to her feet, but upon looking at Spyro, and seeing that the other had already begun to swallow him, starting with the tail, Cynder forgot all her pain, and dashed towards them. The blood-sucker only caught a glimpse of what landed the killing blow, a flash of steel. The dragoness' tail blade beheaded the creature, sending blood and spinal-bone flying.
The drake's head and body limply fell in separate directions. Spyro's tail was still in the maw of the blood-sucker, which Cynder promptly fixed, and upon doing so, noticed that the tip of Spyro's tail had a nick taken from it. But, Spyro couldn't feel it, he was fading into blackness. With the voice calling for him...
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Spyro stared up at the ceiling. A light shade of gray, with a subtle hint of white undertone. He breathed slowly in and out through his nostrils; small flicks of flame slipped out the passages as well. He did this, whenever he felt morbid, or mutual. It was close to midnight, and he was close to sleep.
He lay on his bed, thinking of past adventures. He missed the days when, Sparx, Hunter and he, would lounge about on some beach. It was those times that he loved; next to the times alone with Elora. And, that was for the most obvious of reasons. He decided that he needed a quick shower before bed.
The purple drake rolled off his bed, rather lazily in fact; and walked to his shower room. He nosed a faded Avalarian pennant aside; he was given the pennant after having defeated Ripto. He rose up on his hind legs and entered the, slightly cramped, stone shower box.
A brass chain hung from the ceiling. Stepping beside it, Spyro pulled it down, and looped it around a black iron hook, to keep it in place. Upon being pulled, the chain pulled a wooden flap down, that when up, allowed water to flow smoothly across. But, with its path disturbed, lukewarm water cascaded down onto Spyro.
He used his left fore-arm for balance. He also raised his scales, as to allow the liquid to cross the sensitive skin beneath. This, was useful in removing scale-mites, and any grime and fungus that tucked under the scales. Spyro began to feel himself over, touching his scars and gashes. He rubbed the one across his eye with such tender pressure. Despite having been inflicted years ago, it was prone to producing an intense throbbing sensation; once it had been prodded at rather haphazardly.
A knock came at his door, snapping him from his musing. It sounded like an urgent message he needed to hear. Spyro uncoiled the chain and the water quit falling upon him. He craned his head as to hear better.
"Yo, Spyro open up! Its urgent!" A voice came from outside his apartment.Flame._Spyro thought, having recognized the red drake's voice._Always popping in at the wrong hour. Spyro took a deep breath, held it for several seconds; each one helped calm him. He fell to all-fours. And walked out the shower room and to his apartment door.
He opened it slightly, and Flame; as usual, tried to burst in. But Spyro held the door firm. He heard Flame groan when he couldn't enter.
"What is it Flame?"
"Dude, you got to come to the Council Temple, like, quick."
"What for?" Spyro said, growing rather board with the conversation.
"Okay, like...some chick and some purple dude were like...rescued and stuff, from the uh...sorry dude I like, don't remember where."
"You sound like that seal, or whatever the he was."
"I know right? Anyway, the Council needs you to come." Spyro rolled his eyes; and cast a glance back at Sparx, who was snoozing happily on his suspended cushion. Spyro thought it was best not to disturb him.
He stepped through the door, locking it with a flick of his tail, and launched himself into the air. Flame followed close behind. Spyro didn't know what to think of the wannabe hero. He hated the fact that Flame tried to be like him. Yet, liked the fact that he was at least still viewed as a hero to somebody.
"So," Spyro began. "What was this about a male and female?"
"Oh, they were trespassing like way too deep in the caverns. The male like, got whipped by a blood-dragon. I guess the chick saved him. Damn she was hot! I'm pretty sure I have a shot with her." At this Spyro chuckled slightly. He also liked Flame's overzealous cocky attitude. Flame just frowned. "What's so funny?"
"You say that about every piece of ass that your eye finds attractive. Yet, you've yet to pair up with a girl."
"Oh? And how do you know I haven't?"
"Because I know you, and your rather ill constructed vocabulary." Flame thought for a moment, then smiled mischievously.
"Well, when you're ten soft you don't have to like, be so good with words." Normally, that would've angered the purple drake. He hated when males made up some nonsense like that. But, there was only one problem this time. Flame wasn't lying.
"Whatever. Now, what was it you said about a purple dragon?"
"Oh, well, he was, as I said, hit by a 'bloody'. But, that's not what's interesting."
"Well, what is?"
"He looks like you."
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She could not grasp what it was she felt. Those around her often gasped and stared on in awe at her; she herself, found her gaze drawn to the strange drakes and drakka about her and Spyro. The adults stood tall on their hind legs, oddly, they seemed to perform the action of walking simply enough. Around them, the younglings, she noticed walked on all four limbs.
Cynder felt like a stranger in a stranger's house. For while the reptiles were indeed dragons, she felt like they weren't. Not in the true sense of the species anyway. It dawned on her, that perhaps; when Spyro and her, defeated Malefor, then, was it possible that, by some freak cosmic instance, they were transported to a different realm.
Or, could it be that this was their very own home land, only in parallel universe and time line? Then, she thought that this was in fact their home realm, only in the future. Oh, the pain of these yet to be confirmed thoughts swamped her brain. They drowned her with agony and confusion. Yet, she persevered in the name of her composure, not to look like a weakling. Her face was hard, and only showed hints that she was confused, and felt out of place here.
Spyro on the other hand, was feeling rather grand; despite having just been upon the brink of death mere minutes ago. His scale color had regained its natural shine and pigment thanks to the work of some well-educated doctors. Though, he did have to admit, it was a very light shade of purple; slightly pink actually. He was lying on a table; made of some very soft and plush material. A clear tube ran from, what looked like a needle injected into his arm, to a transparent water-skin that hung on a metal stand. The room itself, he nor Cynder could make note of, considering the number of moving bodies that moved about.
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"Tha' Fuck?" Spyro yelled upon sighting the mass of dragons that formed a substantially sized crowd in and around the medical facility. Flame silently agreed with the outrage; just because two young dragons get lost and attacked by a bloody, is no cause for such an uproar. It wasn't even today, it was tomorrow; a hell of a time for everybody to be up.
"By the gods!" Said Flame, "I like knew the chick was like hot and stuff, but, damn, like, I didn't know like the whole city would, like, agree with me." Spyro snorted.
"SPYRO!!" A deep, commanding voice shouted, thus interrupting Spyro's train of rambling thoughts. He looked in the direction of the voice to see Titan, the elderly yellow dragon; he was quite hard of hearing, which is probably why he yelled louder than necessary. Or it could have very well have been his typical pissed off attitude. "Spyro you come with me right now, it's time you took up your roll in the prophecy." Titan cared little of Spyro and Flame's reaction to that sentence.
"Pr-Prophecy?" Spyro and Flame both stuttered out. This; their timing, Titan found to be, amusing.
"Yes Prophecy, its one you have a large part in filling. Now come with me." With that, Titan turned around and snaked his way through the crowd. Spyro watched him with his trademark, one eye-ridge high, the other low. Flame tried had to mimic it, but failed.
"Dude," Flame began, "I like, totally didn't know you were in like, a proph-what-you-call-it." Spyro shook his head slightly as he began to follow Titan; Flame right beside him.
"I didn't know either."
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"So, you don't know how you got into the forbidden caves?" Nestor inquired upon the black drakka before him. He seemed, at least to Cynder, to be suppressing a smile of delight.
"Like I said, we were just there. Like magic or something." Cynder said.
"I see, tell me young...um?"
"Cynder."
"Ah, yes Cynder, how could I forget." That made Cynder and Spyro both flinch in the way one does when told something shocking, yet incomprehensible. Nestor sensed their confusion, and dropped his question, as to enlighten them. "Well, you two should know that a very important prophecy, one that shall place you in the halls of glory, fast approaches you."
"Huh?" They both said in unison.
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"See dude, told ya' she was like, all beautiful and stuff." Flame nudged Spyro with his tail. Try as he might, Spyro had to agree, she was quite striking. But, to him, nothing really magnificent. He told Flame this, and the red drake grew a look of disagreement, and the look that said, _Are you joking? _"Dude how can you not love her. Look at her chest, it's huge."
"Pig." Spyro muttered. He looked around the waiting room of the medical facility. He figured that with this number of dragons, the council must have ordered them to move the black female and purple male to a much larger compartment, as to allow more to see, whatever it was they were supposed to see. He tried his best to hear what the council was discussing with the two dragons; but the crowd was much louder than what he'd expected. Spyro decided he needed to get closer, and so when he stopped beside Nestor, The black female, and purple male jumped up and gasped at him.
"Ancestors!" The purple one said, "You're purple?!?" To this, Spyro once again, did his signature facial expression.
"Umm.....Freak."