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Story Description With the plan set in motion, Vrelgor only has to breed and wait for results to sprout forth in the same manner as his seed.

** ***Dragon's Path 23: Blooming Consequences*****

RuSturak settled back on his side. His head came around Vrelgor' chest, head resting on one of his paws. A golden wing covered the smaller dragon while their tails embraced again like two lovers.

"Akerion is a man who likes to watch dragons above all else. He is there, right now, hard as a mountain, with his member begging for release. I'm surprised if he hasn't released already."

"He is?"

"Don't look," RuSturak whispered. "We want him to see us and not the opposite."

"But why? How does that help with your plan or whatever you thought about?"

"Oh, it will. You were asleep so you couldn't hear him bragging about his success to every servant close enough to hear him. Akerion's attendants enjoyed the little mating show you've put so much they begged for another."

"I have to mate the serpent again?" Vrelgor asked silently.

"Probably not. He is a man of boundless ambition. He will have two dragons upon the sands this time, and who else to serve his needs aside from us?"

Vrelgor nodded his head. Everything made sense when a muffled groan reached his ears. Shortly after, the smell of seed entered his nostrils, dim and weak compared to his own potent scent. Akerion just spilled. And if mere watching could do that to him, then there was no telling how an entire arena would react to the first dragon-on-dragon mounting they ever saw.

He awoke just after the sun settled. Servants brought spiced meat and fresh water. Vrelgor ate in silence. He had been separated from his friend during the early preparations. The arena needed a feast for the eyes, and Akerion was ready to deliver in a spectacular fashion, like always.

Vrelgor thought about how the encounter would go, but no amount of planning prepared him for the day when he stood alone upon the arid sands of the arena. He stood back, watching the boisterous crowd while Akerion announced the upcoming fight. Oh, it was going to be a contest of old and new. Two dragons would meet for the first time in a clash of teeth and claws. Then, and only then the winner was allowed to dominate the looser in the wettest, most enticing way he saw fit. Once all the titles and presentations were settled, Vrelgor roared out his challenge.

RuSturak descended from the sky. That's when excitement strengthened his grip. He always was an imposing dragon, standing almost two heads taller than Vrelgor. His broad wings shadowed the sun, and his powerful claws dug into the ground with every step.

"I accept the challenge," RuSturak bowed his head. "Are you ready for this, my dear blue?"

"I dreamed of it," Vrelgor said. "I admired you since we first met. Still do. Asked myself many times if I could stand against the brunt might and sharp wit of my mentor."

"Mentor now, am I?" RuSturak asked expectantly.

"I had a dream last night, where I stood upon your back, licking and caressing your neck as I filled you with everything I had."

That particular thought almost stirred Vrelgor' lust.

RuSturak shook his wings. "I am afraid you will be disappointed, youngling. Your dream will remain just a dream, fickle things compared to the everlasting memories I am going to unleash upon you."

"I will relish your efforts, RuSturak," Vrelgor dipped his head.

Both dragons touched the tips of their wings and took position upon the sands of the arena. RuSturak was tense. Prepared. Vrelgor had to strike swiftly. A single blow from those paws was enough to send him off balance. His eyes darted from wings, to tail, then to the snout. A dragon had so many weapons at his disposal. It was almost unfair to fight against one.

The fight started with a thunderous roar. Vrelgor flapped his wings, leaping away from the sudden charge. He whirled around, slamming his tail into the golden dragon's hide. RuSturak shook off the slap with a shake of his head, then brought his wings forward.

Vrelgor backed down from the blinding strikes. If he got within the reach of those wings, he was defeated. So he remained away, dancing between the golden dragon's swipes. RuSturak tore the ground as he jumped.

Vrelgor tried to tackle him from the air, but the pelting grains of sand got into his eyes, He growled and blinked quickly. That fickle moment was all that RuSturak needed. He crashed his head into Vrelgor hide, sending the smaller dragon sliding along the ground. Vrelgor snarled in pain. His wing throbbed with sharp stings, but he couldn't worry about it. RuSturak approached too quickly.

His paws lashed out. Vrelgor grabbed one between his jaws and raked his belly with all the others. Claws slid harmlessly along the scales, but tearing them wasn't Vrelgor intent. He stretched his hind paw as far as he could, almost touching the dragon's slit with the tips of his claws. Her jerked his paw forward...

...and snarled when two heavy blows sent his front paws slamming on the sides. Rows of teeth latched around his neck, subduing any attempt of resistance. Vrelgor growled in frustration. He hated to submit!

RuSturak relinquished his grip. "Be pleased. You lasted more than others."

"I will see how long you last inside me, oh lord of the skies" he hissed despite the warm licks soothing the strain from his neck.

RuSturak drew his head back. "I despise titles. Call me for what I am. Your friend."

"Or rather, my mate," Vrelgor licked his snout eagerly as the golden dragon descended along his chest.

"Now that is a title I can get inside..." RuSturak growled with sheer need.

"Always wise. Always...so warm," Vrelgor whimpered. He was so close to his slit. So close...

RuSturak dragged his silky tongue between the clenching crevice. Lust stirred inside, pushed forth by the throbbing cock sleeping within its protective shelter. RuSturak circled that particular area, sampling the taste with quick dabs of his tongue.

Vrelgor' toes curled with delight. He coiled his tail around one of RuSturak' legs, dragging it towards him.

"Strong pull," he cleaned his moist lips with a quick flick of his tongue. "Young males are always so easy to arouse."

"Who can resist? You always knew where to touch. How to touch."

RuSturak growled, allowing his warm breath to descend upon Vrelgor' slit. His flesh loosened under the cascading heat, just in time for the golden dragon's gentle nudging. He sniffed and felt around the sensitive skin, and when he had his fill he turned onto Vrelgor tailhole. Slick warmth swirled around the hard muscle with unexpected speed. Vrelgor slammed his tail on the ground. He wanted to take something inside. Something a lot stronger and bigger than a taunting tongue.

"Have me," he begged the golden dragon with a flurry of licks. "Please, fill me."

RuSturak growled with lust. He rubbed fondly along Vrelgor' neck as he straddled him. Their bellies pressed together, working up the heat slithering through their slits. RuSturak pushed harder and quicker, until his bulge pressed against Vrelgor'.

Vrelgor snarled in blissful surprise. He never rubbed slits with another male. Squelching heat smeared between their scales. He felt RuSturak pulsate above him. He grew harder and bigger. The tip of his cock poked out, sinking briefly inside Vrelgor' slit. The blue dragon scrunched his eyes shut. Two spurts of precum followed the unexpected penetration, unleashing a long snarl between RuSturak' pressing fangs.

He descended back towards the tail, licking his snout eagerly. RuSturak thoroughly savored the soft rubbing. He allowed their slits to kiss again briefly, then pushed his own cock against Vrelgor'. It was warm, silky, and big! Vrelgor thrust into it, moaning as their slits slid and embraced one another.

RuSturak snarled with lust. he thrust quickly until he found the hole, then invited himself in.

Vrelgor bit his paw when that happened. He had to wrap his trembling jaws around something if he wanted to withstand the waves of arousal surging through his slit. His cock burst out in a glistening display of arousal, already dribbling with precum. RuSturak was big, even at the tip. The tapered head spread the muscles apart without any problems. Then, the protrusions came.

Vrelgor tightened his grip. He almost forgot how special RuSturak's cock was. It was hard all around, with thick, meaty bumps that stimulated the muscles in so many wonderful ways.

"S-stop," Vrelgor hissed desperately. "I have to...to tell you something before I stain your scales."

"As you wish, my dear blue," the golden dragon snapped his jaws, taunted by the promise of warmth.

Vrelgor was grateful. Not many males had the strength to stop once they started thrusting. And even fewer showed consideration for their partner. RuSturak was one of the rare ones. His tongue washed around his snout, slowly subduing the shivers that claimed Vrelgor' jaws.

"What did you want to tell me?"

It took a few moments to wash away the heat. Vrelgor looked into RuSturak glimmering eyes, tasted his lips, then spoke. "My task. It is about my task..."

"Tell me more."

Vrelgor found it hard to speak when gentle teeth nibbled around his neck in such a delightful pattern. He grabbed the golden dragon's head with his paws, pushing him closer into his embrace.

"I want to save my brother. After we find a way to leave this place, I want you to help me."

"Just like that?" RuSturak rumbled.

Vrelgor blinked twice. He was so warm, so silky... "Dahrzin is angry. He lost control after we have been imprisoned, and he is getting worse. We have to find a way to escape, RuSturak, before we lose him."

The nibbling stopped. Vrelgor somewhat regretted to insert troubles into what seemed a very promising mating.

"He will get over it. Always does. Your concerns shouldn't lay with him at the moment. He is a capable kobold, able to hold his own."

That was a load bigger than RuSturak' cock, yet Vrelgor had no option but to speak the truth.

"We killed men. The guards that escorted us...they're all dead," he growled heavily.

"Killed?" RuSturak too growled. "Why have you done such a thing?"

Vrelgor could almost feel the disappointment oozing out of his maw.

"We had to find a way to free ourselves, but freedom...freedom is as fickle as the wind. Dahrzin thought it's wise to enlist in Akerions' service, and look where that got us."

"So a small group? That's all?"

"Along with a few more,"

"It is a heavy offense," the dragon shook his golden head. " Taking a life is harsh, but stealing four of them is something else. I don't know what your brother told you, but I never laid a single claw on a human before."

Vrelgor crashed his head upon the sands. "So you won't come with me?"

"Do not despair, young one," RuSturak' warm licks returned along his neck. "This time is nothing compared to the life stretching ahead of you. Fly through this storm. Weather the winds. Endure."

He spoke truthfully, though Vrelgor's mood became too sour to heed proper advice. He scratched along RuSturak' sides, then pushed himself up to lick between his closed eyes.

"I don't care about heavy tasks right now. The only weight that matters is the strength of your seed. I want it to spill deep inside me, and wash all of my troubles away."

RuSturak pushed himself in at once.

Vrelgor hadn't expected him to be so swift. His cock slid further inside, scratching the muscles with those wonderful bumps. He felt warm, big, and very accommodating despite his size. Hefty amounts of lubrication slid through his tip, preparing for a full blown penetration. Vrelgor licked his snout expectantly. He waited for RuSturak to reach a certain depth, for when that happened, he knew his seed would spill like a raging torrent of sheer lust.

The dragon slid out briefly to reposition himself. He stretched his tail behind, flared his majestic wings, and sought purchase on the sands of the arena Then, he thrust. The hard, throbbing cock filled Vrelgor close to the brim. His muscles spread apart wider and wider, struggling to accommodate for the intruding length.

Then, it happened. One of the bumps slid right over his prostate. A harsh spasm forced Vrelgor to contract. The pressure unleashed a yowl out of RuSturak's throat. Spurred by the heat and his instinct to mate, he pushed himself deeper.

Another bump slid over, then another. Vrelgor hissed with relentless fury. Wings flapped, paws kicked, tail swished and coiled around the first thing it encountered. A rush of heated pleasure burst from his slit, threatening to spill forth through his rock hard member. Vrelgor bit back his lust by wrapping his teeth around his own forepaw. Spearing pain cut through the haze of lust, allowing him to last a bit longer.

RuSturak snarled. He shoved himself harder, pumping into the overly stretched tailhole until his slit slapped against the squelching entrance. He probably never expected to fit all the way in, judging from his moaning growls. His whole frame shivered with weakness. Vrelgor bit harder, determined to outlast the older dragon.

RuSturak was not a weak minded beast though. His desire to mate was strong, and his huge cock loaded with substantial amounts of seed. With a harsh pull, he took himself out. His cock slid farther than intended, greeting the air with short squirts of clear precum. RuSturak humped desperately for his hole, and roared when he found a wet sheath for his cock. He shoved himself right back in, sending rippling jolts of delight across both their frames.

Vrelgor became weaker. RuSturak knew his intentions. He picked up his pace, ramming his throbbing pole too quick and too hard. His spaded cock head assaulted his sensitive prostate with a continuous surge while his sheer length whipped the tired tunnel into a heated frenzy. Vrelgor couldn't handle such rude stretching and intense stimulation at the same time. His jaws broke free from his paw, erupting with a long moaning yowl.

He couldn't finish thanks to the tremendous pressure washing over him. It drowned his senses with heat and bathed them with unbearable surges of stimulation. Vrelgor tightened everything as hard as he could. His wings stretched to their very limits, trembling in their joints. His paws curled hard, shivering with expected lust. His slit lurched, fleshy lips sealed shut, and his cock stopped throbbing for one lengthy heartbeat.

The pressure exploded from its fetters. A riptide of continuous heat emerged through his quivering slit to erupt from the tip of his cock. The milky fluid splashed hard against RuSturak' scales, staining them with dribbling goo.

The golden dragon snapped at the air and threw his neck up. The intense spasms weakened him greatly, and he soon roared out his own imminent release. Vrelgor yowled a pitch higher when RuSturak' own heated seed broke loose inside him. The rush flowed inside his hole, heating him past the point of no return. Vrelgor throbbed helplessly hard, unleashing another hard spurt of fertile seed. The pressure exerted on his muscles was tremendous. Not only that. His slit was firmly pressed under a warm hind paw, squeezed every time his cock milked itself.

With so many sources of intense stimulation, Vrelgor came harder than ever. He pumped everything he got. From the depths of his tailhole, across the tight girth of his slit, and up to his rock hard cock, he poured out every drop of his unbridled lust.

RuSturak took the young dragon's release with great pleasure. His claws pierced the ground and his wings flared. They flapped, sending gusts of air as the dragon roared out his peaking pleasure. With each shove of his wings, RuSturak thrust himself and forth, working his great length inside the cum flooded tailhole.

Vrelgor snapped his maw shut. Stars danced before his eyes. Even air refused to enter through his flaring nostrils. Everything in his body was tight, thanks to the tremendous spasms tearing his slit apart. He couldn't relax. Not until he spilled everything. So he pumped and roared, suckling on RuSturak' cock with his desperate tail muscles until its spurts became weaker and scarcer.

When that happened, the golden dragon dropped like a rock. The immense weight forced a weak roar out of Vrelgor' throat. He tried to push him away, but in the end he realized he quite liked the packed warmth throbbing under his tail. With his cock pressed between seed soaked scales and his tailhole filled with cock and seed, he could stretch this mating further than his tailhole.

RuSturak didn't remain silent for long. He perked his head, nuzzling and licking with soft strokes of his tongue. Vrelgor adored his affection. He too poked his tongue out, tasting the tongue that danced around his snout.

"This felt so good. The Herald gifted me with many delightful partners, but you are the first dragon I took in a while," RuSturak said softly.

"Did you like it?"

"More than you can imagine, young one."

Vrelgor closed his eyes, enjoying the cascade of licks.

"There is wildness inside you. A fierce strength that drained my essence a lot quicker than I expected."

"Same goes for me. I dreamed of you so many times, RuSturak. Of your warm maw around my cock, or your heated tailhole draining me of my seed..."

"You think you're the only one?"

"I know you probably pleasured many," Vrelgor growled with obvious satisfaction. "I am very fortunate to count myself as one of your friends. You are what every dragon should aspire to be.

"Enough words," RuSturak sealed Vrelgor maw with his own. They shared a series of long, wet kisses, where they explored and enjoyed each other thoroughly. Their snouts rubbed together, their tongues coiled around and explored each other, and their limbs grabbed or kneaded. Vrelgor followed along RuSturak' restless tail, then grabbed his still oozing cock between his scaly toes.

"How many have tasted your seed?"

RuSturak smacked his lips with longing desire. "Too many to remember. Females, males, dragons or serpents. I took them all without reservations."

"And how many clutches have you raised?"

"None yet. I value my freedom almost as much as I love my partners."

Vrelgor dashed a quick lick between those verdant, sparkling eyes. "We should split. The arena grows restless."

RuSturak worked his receding length inside, stirring the hard muscles into a clenching frenzy.

"They can wait a bit more. The climax is always their favorite part."

His soothing words brought a lot more than reassurance. They filled Vrelgor with affection and relief, just like his cock. RuSturak pulled back only when he retreated inside his slit, and even then he hungered for yet another taste. Vrelgor spread his legs apart, allowing RuSturak to scoop up his own seed from the depths of his tailhole. That fleshy tongue swirled restlessly around the entrance before it surged inside. RuSturak pushed his snout against the hole, suckling on the rich seed. Spurt after spurt dribbled out to be taken into his greedy snout.

That heated intervention worked up quite an appetite. Vrelgor throbbed weakly every time RuSturak entered him. Memories of that huge, veined cock were still fresh inside his tailhole. He squeezed hard, and thrust, allowing his tongue to loll out of his maw as he reminisced one of the best and most heated matings he ever experienced.

Vrelgor licked his friend's snout clean after he finished. RuSturak wasn't willing to let go that easily. He embraced Vrelgor with his wings, leaving his neck glistening with draconic saliva.

The arena howled with cheers, shouts, and streams of endless words. Akerion lifted his hands towards the people, basking in the glory for a few moments before his eyes turned towards the two dragons.

"Hear them? Hear how they roar for you? In a day, two dragons earned me more than years of hard work. Guards!"

Six armored men rushed towards Akerion.

"Take these dragons back to their chamber. Have the servants bring them whatever they wish. Meat, liquor, beast seed. I don't care."

"A gryphon would be nice," RuSturak said with a devious grin, to which the human scoffed with a drawn-out gesture.

"Peh. You've got one of your own to spill into. Think I'll let you waste your seed inside a bird now?"

"You did kind of say-"

"Enough. Say, said. Don't matter now. Take your tail back to the chamber. I want you two ready within two days. Angvar!"

One of the guards slammed his fist against his chest. "I'm yours to command, master!"

"Take the boys to the stable. Milk every cock in there dry, then bring the seed to the dragons. I want your cocks full, understand? So don't even think of even sniffing anywhere below your tails. My guards...they see everything. Go now. You're free. Go on, shoo!"

Vrelgor did. He followed RuSturak's tail until he got into the chamber with the soft pillows. Though he loved the silky feel of the material, Vrelgor thought of nothing but sleep at the moment.

"He wasn't lying about impressing his crowd," he said as he settled his head onto the ground, lazily watching the two guards posted at the entrance.

"Success is coursing through him like seed through a dragon's cock."

"Do you really think he'll bring us seed to feast on?"

"Oh, certainly," RuSturak licked his lips. "You've seen the determination burning within his eyes. The passion rumbling inside his voice. All he wants of us is to awe the crowd. Too bad drinking seed does nothing to dull the ache in my cock. Quite the contrary, it might make it worse."

Vrelgor nuzzled his perverted friend. "Or you can simply rest."

RuSturak shook his golden head. "You know I won't be able to. Once I smell a male's fertility upon the air, I have to claim it. It's part of my nature, just as emptying your seed inside my maw is yours."

"I'll be sure to take you in the tail next time."

"Maybe I will lift it for you. Just maybe!"

They settled on waiting until two hearty bowls of lukewarm seed arrived. RuSturak tucked in immediately, slurping upon the thick concoction like his life depended on it. To Vrelgor, the strange taste of salt, metal, and whatever else was in there was not quite appealing. He tongued the pearlescent goo a few times, then pushed it away to rest.

He didn't remember what he dreamt about when he woke up to shouts and despair. They came from everywhere: servants rushing through the nearby rooms, armored boots clanking on the stone, and pain. Bursts of light came from the hallway. A single lithe figure blasted its way through a group of four guards, sliding into the room in a cocoon of protective flames.

"Out. Now."

"Should we?"

"Does it look like we have a choice?" RuSturak growled as he strode past the violet sorceress, and Vrelgor quickly followed.

She was a sight to behold, throwing bolts of lightning or balls of violet fire at whatever guards tried to approach. The last hall had them ambushed. Archers came out of every side, bows ready, aim true.

The arrows never reached their mark. The barrier repelled every projectile, even protecting Vrelgor's wings against any sort of damage.

"Follow me at all times. Stray away, and I'll have no choice but to bind you."

Follow how?

Vrelgor got his answer when he saw the black gryphon waiting in the gardens. The sorceress jumped onto his back, taking to the skies in a frenzy of flapping wings. Vrelgor had no time to think. He followed RuSturak into the skies, flying away from the lake, away from Akerion's arena and his lavish chambers.

"That was quite the timely rescue you achieved. Did the Herald miss me?"

The sorceress wasn't quite enthusiastic. She fixed RuSturak with a narrow gaze, her words stern just like her features. "He tasked me with the pacification of a dragon you know. Tell me the location of the killer, or I will extract that information from you in the most displeasing way I can think of."

Vrelgor's throat tightened. He knew he had no choice from the moment RuSturak went ahead of the dark gryphon. He led the huntress straight to her prey. Past the rolling forests, past the fields tended by the humans lay the jagged mountains, one of Krelgor's favorite hunting spots. The blue dragon's roar was no threat for the violet wizard. She flared her barrier and leaned farther towards the gryphon's head, speeding up until the owner of the territory rose to block her path.

Krelgor roared again, louder than the last time.

"A human led by two dragons. How fitting."

"Brother, don't!" Vrelgor growled out when he saw his sibling readying for attack.

"You lead this filth to my territory, then tell me to turn my tail and flee? Are you that naïve, little brother?"

"She'll kill you!"

"Better listen to your sibling, scale-head. He cares for you more than you think," RuSturak said.

"Talk talk talk," the sorceress summoned a crackling ball of light within her palm. "Unlike you, we recognize the value of your species, dragon. Even a slayer like you will be given a fair trial...after I make sure you'll never kill again."

Krelgor snarled. "You can try, human."

It ached Vrelgor to see his brother react with such hostility, but it pained him more to see him incapacitated faster than one could blink. Tendrils of energy expanded from the sorceress hand, fettering his wings and binding his limbs. The dragon gathered his breath to unleash a blazing stream of flames that rolled harmlessly around the glimmering shield.

Krelgor fell. For a few moments, it seemed he was going to fall to his death.

He didn't. The sorceress slowed his ascent at the last possible moment, allowing the proud dragon to fall onto his side, tied and helpless.

"Grarr raaarr arrr," the human chuckled as she imitated the dragon's helpless growls. "When I look at you, I cannot help but wonder how you managed to cause us so much trouble. The spell I've used wasn't even complicated. Even initiates can use it...but I suppose a fierce hunter like you knows how to stalk his prey."

Krelgor's nostrils widened with spite. Drops of saliva shot between his bared teeth. His spite never manifested as strongly as it did now, when the sorceress poked him with a boot or ran a hand along his wings. She was enjoying this. Extracted pleasure from seeing her quarry struggle. And she didn't just stop at touching.

Krelgor's hind leg lifted without his accord to expose his genital slit. The sorceress knelt before it, a look of confusion draping over her face.

"What do you think, Arakk? Is the big bad dragon a male or a female?"

The gryphon tilted his blackened head before he gave out an unsure caw.

"Want to take a peek? Shall we see what's inside, my fearless hunter?"

Krelgor could only answer with growls and snarls. Not that he could have spoken while his member was forcefully coaxed out of its hiding. A stream of visible heat rolled around his crevice, forcing the dragon to throb and grow against his will.

"Hmh. Seems you're male after all," she reached forth to grab the dragon by the head of his cock, much to his growling displeasure. "How does it feel, dragon? To have your most precious, most sensitive part of your body throb within my grasp? How does it feel to know that I can burn your flesh to a crisp, numb your cock, steal your ability to produce offspring? I can do all of those. Cruel, unspeakable things that not even torturers can think of."

Krelgor's spite lessened. His tail went slack, his wings fell back upon his sides.

"You're afraid..." the woman said. "You've never been trapped before, have you? Never knew the coldness of a chain wrapped around your feet, the shouts of your lord, the sting of heated iron...I feel sorry for you, dragon. To choose vengeance over a better life. I cannot imagine how that must feel...yet the coldness of a dungeon is all you will feel for a while."

The woman allowed the retreating cock to fall onto the ground. "Consider yourself fortunate, dragon. You might not mate in a while, but you shall live long enough to ponder upon the mistakes that you've made. And you," she turned upon RuSturak. "I won't be needing your services anymore. Consider yourself relieved from your duty, bronze one."

"But...but I can-"

"Not another word. I am late as it is. Arakk, feel free to peck their heads if they open their maws."

The gryphon's amber eyes could be quite intimidating. None of the dragons said another word. They just looked at each other, then back at the sorceress as she flew into the skies with an entire dragon dragged behind by an invisible nest of energy.

"That could have gone better."

"Or worse," Vrelgor said. "At least he's alive."

"For a while. Dungeons are not fit for a dragon, and I'm afraid not even the Herald's kindness can prevent Krelgor from withering into madness."

"We have to save him, RuSturak. One way or the other...we have to get him back."

"In my years, I have never seen a dragon capable to stand up against a full-fledged wizard. You've seen what she did. How do you propose we fight against something like that?"

"I have an idea."

"If you do, now would be the time to share it."

Vrelgor extended his wings.

"Flying after them? That's your big plan?" RuSturak snorted in disbelief.

"No, my dear bronze. If we are to sneak into the capital, elude the Herald's guards and rescue my brother, we are going to need the wittiest creature in the land to fly by our side."

"Kobolds then..."

"Not just any kobold. Dahrzin."

Vrelgor peeked behind his wing just in time to see his dearest friend shake his horned head. Sometimes, the craziest plans were the most successful.

** ***End of chapter 23*****

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