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The sun blazed down atop the pale sandstone of the capital city. The city Quita, named after the royal family. Flags wove in the dust filled wind, dust from the surrounding dunes. A haze in the air had settled over the main portion of the city between the looming walls. The palace almost glowed like a crown jewel. A large staircase lead to the gaped mouth of the palace entrance. Dozens of tall chiseled pillars stood like teeth of an unwelcoming dark maw of shadow. Gaps in the surrounding walls formed windows like dark empty eyes.

On the western side of the palace was a tall carved wall, only the green tops of the palm trees could peek over it. From this secluded spot was the echoed clangs of metal on metal and the sharp whip of air cut by a blade. If one ignored the battle sounds--the garden area was peaceful.

Insects went about their daily lives in the tall grass that grew around a clear pond. Frogs and toads croaked away on the soft scented lily pads in full bloom. Fish of the pond swam in circles of idle boredom, only to dash away as a frog leaped into the water. The few small flowers of this oasis wove in the breeze that blew over the wall.

There was another clash, "Come on Khand, surely you can do better. The betrothed of my sister should be able to protect her."

Nearby the calm garden lay a rather large sized sand arena, in broad view of the sun. Two long serpents dueled, their bodies covered in scales. They were both male, the first was a cobra, he was reddish brown of almost thirty feet in length, with pale yellow gold spots of scales that shined in the light. His hood twitched, his four arms were each armed with a sword. His four muscular shoulders rolled as he shifted back through the sand. Though his upper body was similar to that of a human male, his lower half was like that of a serpent's and his underbelly was the same pale yellow gold of his spots. On his square hips he wore a sash, the cloth was a bright blue and green, with bits of golden chain, covering his cloaca.

The second was a rattlesnake, with more jagged tan scales dotted with brown. He only measured to about twenty four feet himself. The sharp brows above his dark brown eyes, glaring as he swayed his scaled body back. His dark gold sash swayed over his own hips, though it lacked any golden chains. His chest rose and fell with each hard breath as his hands rhythmically gripped the hilts. "Is it not a military's job to insure safety?"

The cobra hissed as the two snakes rounded each other. His four scimitars gleamed in the light of the sun, their hilts bore bright blue cloth that dangled and swayed in the air. His dark brown and orange eyes gleamed with joy, a smile on his lips as he showed off his sharp teeth. "A prince does not hide behind his men, he leads them." He shifted his blades left to block an attack, sparks dancing off their metal to the sand.

The two males spun around each other, tailed bodies casting sand aside. Khands tail rattled with a hiss, interrupted only by his weight thrown off balance over the cobras body. The long tail was pulled close, and their blades ground together. The rattlesnake tipped back and landed in the sand with a softened thud.

The cobra gave a childish grin, "To the victor goes the spoils."

Khand narrowed his eyes, purple tongue darting out with an irritated hiss, "Koska, get off me..."

The cobra stood, massive shoulders raised in a shrug, "Really Khand, you can not rely on your men forever." He flipped the blades and rose his arms to slip them into the quad sheaths that hung behind him on his belt. He then lowered a hand to the rattlesnake.

Khand grumbled as he dropped a sword from a lower hand and grasped Koskas to be asisted up off the sand. He then slid the blades away, but with far less grace. "Gifts from your father I will likely never use... A pointless gift."

Koska rose his upper arms, lower ones reaching down as he stretched, "Complain all you like Khand, it is better to have them and know how to use them, than not and need to."

He dusted himself off, slithering up behind him, "I am a diplomat, not a swordsmen."

The cobra paused and his mouth opened as if to speak. He ducked his head with a sneeze, hood expanding open. He rose a hand to his nose with a snicker as the hood returned to his neck, "Sorry, allergies to diplomacy."

Khands tail rattled as he grumbled, sliding into the cool shade of an overhang that surrounded the sand pit.

Koska lead the way, scales sanding at the floor as they slid into a room with a number of females rested in lounge chairs with platters of fruits and treats. He was careful to look at each sister, in search of one particular.

Ozece was the eldest, a beautiful, lean thirty five feet. Her scales were a vibrant red with a golden belly. Her amber and pink eyes always seemed to gleam with a hint of irritation even while she smiled and laughed as joyfully as her sisters. The pale occasional collection of yellow scales dotted her body, making her body seem to shimmer.

Vaja, a rather fair female, who was a slender thirty four feet. Her scales were a dark muddied brown, with odd blue highlights, and she had brown eyes but with the faintest touch of gold. Her front was a pale tan, running from the inside of her hood adorned with rings and jewels, down to the blue green sash with golden chains and gems.

The rest of the sisters were; Sizsos who was the same bright colors of the eldest but backwards. Liezu was brown with a red front. Eszazi was maroon and with a yellow front. Each decorated in hood piercings, and golden jewelry. However it seemed the youngest was not present.

He shook his head as he took off his belt, laying it beside an open chair before he sat and relaxed. His eyes just slits as he noticed Khand approach Vaja.

The two smiled and she scooted to give him room on the lounge her body was strewn across. The very end of his tail disappeared around the edge of the chair, but Vajas moved toward him. He could only imagine they coiled together.

As he lay there in the noise of his sisters who chittered away about the usual palace dramas, he could only imagine the horrors he had witnessed in the span of Khands stay.

He was an awful swordsmen, but he was a worse betrothed. Already he had caught Khand curled deep into Vajas coils. If not hers alone, he had filthied himself with mere servants as well. Koska rose his upper hands and brushed them over his face, She has to marry that thing. He who slips away to bed an older sister... The family whore. As he let out a breath he heard foot falls from one of the hallways nearby. He lifted his head and already he could feel a migraine forming in his temples.

The small pale sandy fennec wore a white and gold tunic. He put his hands to the front of his tunic and bowed deeply, "Prince Koska, your father King Ramitie has requested you in his study."

Koska stood, his hands insured his sash still properly covered his cloaca. His hands grasped his sword belt and bucked it around his hips before he slithered across the sandstone floor. "Very well, come Mephis. Khand..." He paused at the door.

Khand turned, an arm around Vajas slender shoulders.

"Behave... Remember your hand belongs to another..." He hissed, hood giving a soft twitch as his blue forked tongue danced in the air. His golden red eyes bore a natural unsettling blaze, worsened only when he was serious.

Khand let out a soft and nervous laugh as rose his arm from around Vaja to rub the back of his head and neck, "Well, do not keep your father waiting..."

Koska turned back and slithered into the hall. His lower hands shifted behind his back, fingers laced together. His upper hands clasped in front of him, head high and eyes ahead. "What is this about?"

The fennec walked carefully beside the far taller snake, only four feet in height--big for a fennec--but relatively tiny. "He stated it had something to do with Mistress Kalira."

"Again?" Koska asked, not very surprised.

Mephis nodded, "Yes... Again..."

They moved slowly through the peaceful palace. The sounds of birds outside the windows, voices from far below in the city. They passed the occasional servant, who bowed low before they continued their task. As they continued through the hall, all they could really hear was the sound of Koskas scales on the floor. His large form swayed left and right, though his torso remained upright and forward.

They continued up a ramp, and Koska paused before the extravagant door, a mixture of sandstone and gold. Koska took a deep breath and allowed Mephis to open the way for him, then in he went with his lower hands behind his back and his upper hands folded together. He lowered his head, "Father, you requested me?"

The room was spacious, lined with shelves and had a large desk near the middle on top of a blue, gold, green, and white rug. Dressed in a garb similar to Mephis stood a large mouse, about three feet tall, with a scroll in hand, held out to the large snake behind the desk.

The king's large, clawed hand grasped the scroll. The cobra's hood was at rest, a golden plate over the top of his chest. "Ah, yes Koska," he stated as his orange eyes rose. He was a rich and vibrant red, brighter in comparison to Koskas reddish scales, and had darker brown patches dotting his body. Atop his head were two small scaled horns, with a small chain between them. At the kings side lay a crown of gold, with a cloth top that would hang over the back of his neck. In his hand was a quill, held up from the paper before him. "Find your sister Kalira. Your mother is still expecting her for her studies. She ran out of here an hour or so ago, frustrated with her dreams again." His voice was deep, with an odd yet comforting roughness.

Koska bowed low, "Of course father. She is likely watching the southern sands again." He turned without a word, back through the door. Typical Kalira, always worried about her dreams. He slid down the ramp again, his lower hands on his sword hilts, Though in all fairness, the dreams are so similar every time. It has been constant, and the way she describes it... Haunting. His scaled form shuddered as a chill gripped his spine. He balled his hands in fists to keep from rubbing his arms as if he were truly cold.

With a shake of his head he tried to dismiss his thoughts, and continued down the high vaulted halls of the palace. He passed by a few windows that overlooked the city far below, and glanced outside. There was a shimmer of heat in the air above the buildings. Dots moved this way and that, like ants in the sand going about their business. His head turned back to the hall as he continued, his heart in his chest pounded as her sweet voice echoed in his head.

It came from the south horizon, just before sunset. When the shepherds are just bringing their sheep from the pasture. The women tucking children in bed, exhausted from the days work. It looks like a blanket of storm clouds on the whispering northbound wind. Whispers of wind that seem misplaced, and accompanied by an unsettling chill. It descends almost silently, like a mist or fog. And then--The thundering of feet and the roar of battlecries. Swords and spears flashing like lightning in the darkness. Before anything can be done, before a message can be sent, before the town guards can gather their weapons; the shadows arrive.

The darkened mist falls over the town like a billow of black smoke, the only light is from the roofs ablaze. The air thick with ash and blood. The cries of mercy only to be cut off with a wet gurgle. Bodies lay in the streets, blood soaking the sand and stone beneath them. Eyes empty of light, reflecting the last moments of their witnessed horror. The men; slaughtered. The women, or those that survived; taken as slaves. The children; ripped from their mothers. If healthy, kept. The unhealthy, injured, and those that failed to stop screaming; silenced.

No one would escape, not even the cattle who were butchered to feed the hoard. Night would fall before anyone would notice the smoke from the fires. The town, choked and destroyed within an hour. Only the celebratory laughter echoing over the land whispering away into the wind. But the leader... The leader was always there. A laughter ripped from the fires of hell itself. Dark, deep, starting with the gentlest of chuckles, until it swelled to full on joyous but deranged laughter.

Koska paused in the hall, shaking his head to cast away the images his imagination created. His gaze focused out a window and down at an open balcony where a lavender naga stood. There you are, watching the southern horizon as expected. He continued on, and took a ramp down to the main floor, entering the high ceilinged room.

The room had four pillars around the middle, with enough room for the gathered lounges and pillows. There were tables for trays of snacks, but all was empty. Even the figure out on the patio was perfectly still, like a statue overlooking the south side of the city.

As he approached he could better make her out. His beloved sister, Kalira, in all her beauty. Even now he could not understand why Khand did not dote over her beauty, despite her dreams and nightmares. He himself was guilty of desires for his youngest sisters body. He remembered the few times they had coiled together, her scales on his. Her cute shy moans as he ground into her.

Back then even he was not betrothed, free to explore the bodies of whatever female he wished. He had taught her the finest of pleasures without damaging her. Things his own mother had taught him when he was near the coming of age, placing the responsibility to him to properly teach his sisters.

Each sister easier than the last, and all the less enjoyable. It became a chore to teach them, to answer their many questions, to soothe their worries. Vaja had been the most difficult but purely because she was the family whore. Once he taught her the basics, she tossed her innocence away to a mere servant. She had ignored his orders to preserve her innocence at all costs, as it was to be her husbands.

However, Kalira had been one he looked forward to. The chore was blessed with her slender frame. Her lavender and violet scales against him, her quivers of climax created from his rubbing. Twenty five feet of beauty, with a pale slim stomach he loved to kiss and run his tongue along. He use to nibble along her hood, teasing the tender ring piercings given to her at her coming of age ceremony just two years ago. The soft polished amethysts that glowed pink in any light, hanging from each ring.

Her horns were small and tampered with soft ridges. They curled gracefully back and up, holding a small collection of chains between the tips. On her upper arms she wore a decorative armband, short lengths of golden chain hung from the gold band with a single pink amethyst in the crown like center. Her upper left wrist was heavily adorned with golden chain bracelets and bangles. He knew her hands had at least two rings each. The lower left had a ring attached to a banded bracelet with a small chain.

Around her curvy hips lay the chain for her lavender and pink sash, adorned with more golden chains and pink amethysts. The sash itself hung from about mid back around to the left of her front, to cover her cloaca as much as possible, though none of them ever truly cared if eyes fell upon it. It was for the slightest touch of modesty and color to draw eyes to their womanhood.

As Koska approached she turned, her pink and gold tempest eyes outlined in golden paint that winged toward her hood. Between her eyes up her forehead was the symbol of her mind's eye. A pink amethyst settled onto her scales with a touch of sap, small strokes of gold angled in small arrowheads pointed down below the gem, and up above it.

Her dark lids fell over her eyes and she turned away from him without a word. Her gaze far into the horizon. The dunes of the distance hazed from the city dust that only settled at night. She gripped the wall tightly, her sharp front teeth grazing her lower lip.

He stood beside her in silence, lifting his head to overlook the southern city. The tan and pale sandstone huts and houses. Some were built with well crafted blocked rooftops, others had straw or wood to shield them from the sun. Shops with flags and banners, cloth canopies over doors and stalls in the main market square that was barely visible through the cloud of dust above it.

From where he stood he could see past the walls, the perfect vantage point to overlook the city that bustled below them. Outside the sculpted walls lay the outer ring of the city, where those of poverty reside away from the more fortunate. The rougher built huts of slaves and other lesser beings. Brought into the city to repair and built anything the royals and nobles saw fit.

Koskas eyes shifted to glance at his sister. For a moment he marveled her beauty, the slender frame of her chest with twin lumps that barely classified as breasts. The rich purple hues of her scales rose and fell with her soft breaths. He rose a hand and hesitated, fingers pressed to his palm, "Um... Kalira..."

She did not look up at him, "Father sent you to lecture me again about my dreams..."

He rose his hand to the back of his neck, "Well... He did not right out request that. He told me to insure you did your studies today. Mother has been expecting you, and it is almost high noon. You know she has her own tasks to attend to as well."

She made no response, hands on the wall as her eyes gazed into the vastness of the distant sand. A glimmer of determination as they narrowed.

He shifted toward her, his lower hands behind his back, as he placed his upper left hand on the center of her back, "Kalira... You must understand, Father and Mother do not have time to deal with your dreams. They are nothing but figments of your imagination while you sleep."

She turned to him abruptly, a hiss in her voice, "They are not figmentss of my imagination!" She rose an arm and pushed his hand away from her.

"Do not hiss at me," He scolded as he lowered his arm. "You are being childish with these dreams and you know it. As one of the royal princesses you should be keeping up on your studies and not seeking attention with your dreams."

She turned back to the horizon, "You are starting to sound like Father..." Her eyes shimmered a little, "You do not understand... No one does. The same dream, a different village or city. One nameless person after another." A tear dripped down her cheek, her gold painted nails cracking on the sandstone, "Faces I have never seen before... Women and children alike falling to that damn awful shadow!" She rose a hand and wiped her face, turning away from him as she shook. She let out a cough, "I am afraid to sleep anymore... They have been getting worse and no one will listen to me."

Koska let out a sigh, "Kalira, if anything was wrong we would have heard about it by now. We are at a time of peace." He started toward her, hands outstretched to set on her shoulders. He leaned toward her, his nose to her head, allowing her to cry and tremble. "Hush sweet sister, all is well, they have and always will be just little nightmares... You stress over nothing."

She sniffled, a whimper passing her lips as she turned and pressed herself to his chest. "I have plenty to stress about... My studies are not even completed and yet I have to wed Khand in less than a weeks time. These nightmares are surely no help at all."

He rolled his eyes, "What Father and King Hokshaix see as good in him I will never see. He is unloyal to you and anyone with half a brain knows it. He will be an unfit king of any land he claims." He then shook his head, "And do not even get me started on his sword skills. I thought our cousins were awful swordsmen!"

He took a breath and stroked over her head and hood, other hands on her hips and middle of her back, "Come sister, do not fret of him. Hopefully when you wed he will mature. For now, focus on your studies."

There was soft gurgle noise and they pulled away from each other. She grinned a little with a blush. Her upper hands dropped to her stomach as the growl completed.

Koska snickered, "Perhaps some lunch first."

She nodded and took his hand, slithering along beside him away from the balcony. She did not get far before she paused and looked back. Her eyes followed the line of the horizon, the ever shifting heat off the sand dunes in the distance. She shook with a soft whimper, turning back as she grasped Koskas sword hilt worn hand tighter, "K-koska?" Her voice almost a whisper, as if the walls could hear her.

"Hmm," he mused as they slithered hand in hand down the hall back the way he'd come. Only the soft sanding of their scales on the floor around them.

She did not answer for a few moments, eyes on the floor in front of her. She leaned closer to him, lifting herself up higher with her elongated body. With her upper left hand wound with his, the upper right rose up to his bicep and grasped at his scales. The two lower hands wrapped around his hard forearm. "Never mind... I just hope you are right..."