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Klovus Tildrum, adopted son of King Ferdinand and current ruler of Evermore. If you asked anyone, Besides him being a Dragonian, He was worth the Tildrum name.

Klovus was adopted by Ferdinand after the immigration of the dragonians into Evermore. Having never married. He decided to adopt, Bringing happiness to those who has lost theirs, Klovus was adopted as a squealing hatchling and the king did everything in his power to ensure his progeny didn't grow up to be spoiled, Klovus was taught from what was right to wrong, to morals, However, The most meaningful of his lessons were the stories of Ferdinand's father, King Evan, the Founder of Evermore. Klovus learned to be forgiving and understanding, While also being taught to see through lies and being wise. So he would not to be deceived.

Klovus stood at the balcony, he was tall and covered in brown fur. His face had the appearance of a boar while a dragon's tail waved behind him. Wearing his royal attire. Looking over the kingdom that his predecessors worked so hard to make.

A kingdom where anyone can have their happily ever after.

It has only been three years since his father and mentor passed away. Klovus had taking the mantle, and due to his dragonian lifespan, could live more then a few hundred years, He would protect this kingdom for as long as it takes.

Decades even.

"Oi, Klovy!"

Klovus chortled as he heard that nickname the kingmaker had given him. The short, spiky headed fairy leaped onto the balcony. Lofty had been with Evermore since it's founding. Being a kingmaker. It was his duty to act as the Kingdom's guardian. Lofty was more social then other kingmakers, as he spent more time in his fairy form then in his magnificent dragon form. (Which he voiced very clearly from time to time)

"Good to see you too, Lofty." Klovus answer before turning to look at the city. "I was just taking a break."

"You sure needed it. You're practically wearing yourself down." Lofty said concern. "The last time I seen you this relax was back when you finish your monthly duties a few days ago." Lofty said to the dragboar. Klovus had yet to chose a Chef Consul, which would've helped with his overbearing tasks as king. However the drag stubbornly refused.

"I'm fine, It's my duty as king to care for Evermore and secure it's future." Klovus began to slump his head onto the railing as his tired body reached it limit. "I just...Need a moment."

"Oi, Your a horrible liar, Your practically have crows feet under your eyes." Lofty said even more concern. "You need more then a break, Mate. Your father didn't focus on finding a lover, but protecting HIS father's Kingdom, may he rest in peace. And I don't want you to do the same." Lofty then thought for a moment. "What you need is a love interest-"

Lofty was interrupted by a loud snore. Klovus was passed out on the railing. Lofty stood there jaw a gaping. "He...He just went ahead and fell asleep while I was talking, Blimey, He's something else." Lofty then rested against Klovus' head to think. "Evan help him."

As the sound of snores resonated through the king's chamber, a guard entered the room. "Sir-"

"Cor Blimey!" Lofty shouted waking Klovus.

"Wha!? I'm up! I'm up..." Klovus shouted looking around, being woken from his sleep.

"Oi! Someone better have *Fallen * from the sky if it's more important than his majesty's much needed nappy." Lofty exclaimed, the guard looked at the two nervously.

"Well...." The guard began.

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Toffee felt like he fell from two stories. The last thing he remember was after his miraculous revival after his defeat by the the hands of mewni's own princess. Toffee spent months regenerating his entire body. He eventually grew back to the point of walking. During his time in death. He was force to revisit memories of his life. At first he was frustrated, but stopped when he got to the point in time where he met one of his soldiers, Rasticore. Toffee was constantly stress from leading a rebellion, Rasticore was kind enough to allow the general to use him to state his lust. Toffee soon came to realize that Rasticore was in love was him...And that he wasn't the only one. The first thing Toffee did first thing after he regenerated was to find Rasticore, Problem is, He was naked when he regenerated, so he couldn't seek help. He remember the ruins he and Rasticor used as shelter one time. He walked for many hours. His body heavily under nourish from the desperate regenerate.

He found him. Rasticore at first thought it was a dream, or maybe insanity taken root when the naked general stepped into the ruin doorway. In a desperate act of love. Toffee jumped on him and together they made love like never before. The next day, Rasticor nearly cried himself to death when he realize Toffee was real and alive. And vowed never to lose him again. Rasticor began to hunt for the two. Helping Toffee's body recover from his near-death experience. One day however, Rasticore came back with both a meal and a pair of Dimensional Scissors.

During his regeneration, The Princess was hard at work in establishing a standing ground between monsters and mewman kind. However, despite her desperate struggles, Her efforts were for naught as the few monsters one day left Mewie altogether. Rasticor suggested they do the same, finding a world for them to live in.

Toffee...Was just done. If getting nearly melted was all he got out of his quest for conquest, then the princess could have this world for all he cared. However, the scissors themselves were unique, made of a metal that he never seen before. Rasticor said he received it from a sorcerer with brown hair, who was traveling between dimensions on a journey. Which was strange because Sorcerers were rare. The Sorcerer also told Rasticor that the scissors cut an opening into a dimensional that was cut off from the rest of the worlds....That couldn't be reach by normal means.

Seems like a good place to get away, right?

So as soon as Toffee could walk again. Rasticor cut opened a rift, the vortex that was opened produced a beautiful, shimming white vortex. They grasp each others hands and stepped through.

Next thing they knew, they were falling towards a beautiful continent dotted with mountains and blanketed with ocean.

Then came the ground, Ow.

Toffee opened his eyes to find himself inside, a medical building. He looking to his left he saw Rasticor laying in the bed next to his own. Thankfully he seems to be breathing. Suddenly, he felt a finger jabbing his cheek.

"I thought you were dead." A young woman's voice said. He looked to his right to see a white-mouse girl, wearing a brown hood and blue tunic standing besides his bed. On her back was a stringed instrument, a lute to be short.

"Where am I?" Toffee said using his elbows to support himself.

"Your in the medical wing of Evermore Castle, which is fortunate because you fell just outside the castle walls, Like, Kathump!" The mouse girl said mimicking the impact of his and Rasticor's fall. "Names Ratika, Scout and a part of the Mighty King Klovus' entourage." She then stuck her hand ready to shake the lizard's hand with a warm smile.

"...Toffee..." The lizard introduce before shaking the mouse's hand coldly.

"You mean like that caffeinated beverage that nobody drinks?" Ratika asked.

"Huh, Better then "Ratika" A name that sounds like you could start a plague?" Toffee counted.

"Touche..." Ratika said backing off.

"Evermore? As in a kingdom?" Toffee asked the mouse.

"Yep, The Kingdom that started it all, The head honcho! Head of the Interdependence Union and all around nice place to live!" Ratika then ran up to a world map that was mounted on the wall. "Goldpaw, New Hydropolis, Broadleaf, Ding Dong Dell, Urallia," Ratika pointed to the places as she sung, She then tore the map down raveling a portrait of a boy with gold hair and cat ears. "Founded by the Compassionate King Evan Tildrum after his ousting from Ding Dong Dell, This kingdom went on to be the knot to tie all the other kingdoms to peaceful unity." Ratika said turning to face Toffee. "Sorry, I just set this all up for the occasion, You probably know all about Evermore, I mean, how could you NOT know about the Kingdom that ended all conflict between kingdoms."

Toffee got up from the bed to realized he was dressed in white garnets. Turning to look at Ratika. "And when can I speak with the king of this Evermore?" Toffee said walking towards a sleeping Rasticor. He had no intention to try to overthrow a king, Especially with an impressive linage. "I want to express my gratitude for taking us in to his walls."

"He's actually on his way, I mean, You did fall from the sky." Ratika said before looking curious. "Quick question...How in the WORLD did you manage to fall so high and surviving, I know Dragonians are tough but surviving a very high fall, now that's beyond tough."

_"Dragonian? Must be a reptile race." _Toffee thought, He would have to explain everything and hope that the king won't think he's insane.

"-Flipping fell from the sky!" A voice sounded out as the large boar/lizard king stepped into the room with his mouthy kingmaker. "What kind of loonie falls right out of the sky." The yellow spikey creature continued to exclaimed. The Fairy's yelling was loud enough to wake Rasticor.

"Up so soon, Rast?" Toffee asked as the larger lizard got up. Toffee then placed an arm onto the lizard's shoulder, as he faced the king. "You must be King Klovus."

The king bowed his head. "I apologize on Ratika's behalf, she's excitable when meeting new people." Klovus said.

"Rude, I was just trying to be nice!" An annoyed Ratika said.

Klovus let out a tired laugh, Toffee noted the king's exhaustion. "Are you alright?" Toffee asked.

"Oh, Apologies. I'm just a bit tired, I haven't got around with selecting a Chief Consul, So the handling of royal documents and addendums and laws has been...slow." Klovus nearly fell over at that last sentence. "Problem is: It's hard finding a person who's good at both document handling and self-defense. But that's not important. What I need to know...Is...About...You...." Klovus then stood still while standing up, eyes close.

"....Did he just fell asleep?" Rasticore asked pointing. Suddenly, Lofty jumped up to give him a slap to the back of the head.

"I'M UP...I'm up." Klovus yelled suddenly.

"Oi, If we don't find a Chief Consul soon, the king might drop dead from exhaustion." Lofty said before looking at Toffee, "Names, Lofty, Official KingMaker of Evermore and this Royal oaf's companion."

"Kingmaker?" Toffee asked. Klovus crooked an eyebrow. Toffee knew from that he would have to explain everything. Looking at Rasticor, He took a deep breath, and began.

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"So, Your were once a bad guy who has regenerative healing powers, after being nearly gooeyfied by the princess in yore world, You and your green army-days lover boy came here to start fresh?" Lofty said after processing Toffee's story. "Sounds like a classic "Throwin the towel in" scenario if I can say."

"You did kinda deserve it, But seeing how your still alive means the universe thought you deserve a second chance." Ratika said thinking.

"You made a good call in dropping it when you did. Clinging onto the past can bring a person noting but misery, The Stories of King Evan taught me that." Klovus said in solace. "Although, you could've hid details about your past from us...But...You didn't." Klovus said arms crossed. "If fate saw fit to give you a chance, Then I will as well, I only ask you dedicate yourself in changing you ways. No scheming or plotting. I won't hesitate to act to protect Evermore if you do. But seeing you trusted us enough to share every detail. Then..." Klovus lowered his guard. "I guess we can trust you within these walls. Ah...But try to keep what you said to yourself, Not everyone is as trusting as I am." Klovus said to the reptiles. "People tend to flip when they hear a "Rogue General From Another World" Is living next door."

"By the way, You said you got here with a pair of scissors?" Ratika asked.

"Yes, But I seemed to have dropped them when I step through the rift with Toffee." Rasticor said searching his pockets.

"There was a river near where you landed." Klovus said thinking. "The search party didn't find anything beside's you two. I would say...Your scissors must've fallen into the river..."

"And with the strength of the current this time of year. They probably got washed out to sea by now." Lofty added. Causing the two to share a concern look.

"So we're stuck here." Rasticor said realizing it.

"I'll arrange a room for you two, A maid will be sent for you once we find a room." Klovus said turning. "While I...Take a, Long, Long, Long....Nap." Klovus yawned as he left the room.

---

Later that night, The two had settled in to their new room, Toffee had requested several books about Evermore and it's allied kingdoms. Toffee had finished half-way through the second book, a spell book. "Interesting, Seems like Magic is a common practice here, It's appear anybody with an affinity for magic can cast spells...Most of the spells are for common used. Spells for cooking...Spells for lighting dark rooms....Spells for faking your death....Hmm...Spells for making....Bread out of noting." Toffee said before feeling something soft landed on his head.

"Ah, How did that get in here?" Rasticor asked. Sitting on Toffee's head was a blue Higgleggly. A magic spirit base creature. Toffee learned from his research that only a special few can seen them, the pure hearted, the keen minded. Or in Toffee's case...Having nearly absorbed all of the magic realm.

"Rasticor, if you please." Toffee asked. Rasticor didn't need any other sign. He gently pick up the Higgleggly before carrying it over to a window. Opening it, And threw it out to the castle garden, where it floated down and landed gently near the rest of it's friends. Rasticor could also see these creatures. Which made it easier to clear away any strays that wandered in.

Toffee sighed as he closed a book. Stretching in his chair as he got up. "Best turn in for the night, I'll continue my research in the morning." He yawned, he felt a pair of strong green hands resting lovingly on his shoulders. "Rasticor, you might not hear me say this again, but I'm too tired for what your thinking tonight..." Toffee replied to the green lizard's invitation.

"Hmm, Turning down an offer for sex? That's not the Toffee I know." Rasticor purred.

"I'm still sore from falling from a few hundred feet." Toffee laughed giving the former solider a kissed on the side of his snout. "I'm more interested in the open position fof Chief Consul."

Rast looked at him confused. "What?"

"I better get up early if I want to finish my research, I should also start working out, The position also requires I- Rast?" Toffee suddenly was shoved against the wall. "R-Rast?!"

The green lizard was looking at Toffee with a stern look. "Promise me."

"What are you-" Toffee began but was interrupted when Rasticor slammed a hand onto the space next to Toffee's head.

"Promise!" Toffee heard a sniffle, He looked up and saw Rast watering eyes. "I nearly lost you....All because of your lies and deceptions....Promise me...That...No more." Rasticor was now sobbing. Toffee stared at him for a moment before reaching up to wipe away the reptile's tears.

"Rasticor...To show weakness is-"

"A Soldier's greatest mistake...I know...." Rasticor finished. "I know."

Toffee sighed before nuzzling his head against Rasticor's neck. "....No more tricks...I want to just focus on...Just living..." He then moved his hand up to the one on the wall. Rast opened his palm to accept Toff's.

Rast sniffs. "Promise?"

Toffee intertwine his fingers with Rasticor. "...Promise."

"Toff...." Rasticor then suddenly slammed his mouth against Toffee's own muzzle, shoving his tongue deep into the general's. After breaking, Rast scooped him up bridal style before carrying him over to the bed. Helping him out of his clothes before stripping himself. The two then embrace one another as they slowly fell asleep.

Tomorrow, Toffee thought, His long road to recovery will began.

---

"Those two...There's something about those two." Klovus said at his desk in his study. "....It must be nice having someone to be with..." Klovus thought out loud. "Especially with bodies like that." Klovus in his tired state began to unknowingly day dream. Imagining Rasticor's godly form and Toffee's slim but tonned body moving against each other in a sensual dance.

_"Why are you staring, Come join us...." _The imaginative Toffee said to the sleeping Klovus. The Dragboar began to hazily strip, reveling his musclegut to the two sinful lizards.

A knock was heard at the door. And Klovus swung his head up from the desk and from his lewd dream. "Sir." A servant said peering in. "We received a message from Ludomir, the minster of defense." The servant announced. "He's received word that the Wyverns in Cloudcoil Canyon have been attacking our long standing outpost there."

"What? That outpost is a historical site!" Klovus said leaning over the table. "It was where King Evan and the sky pirates formed an alliance. We can't lose it." Klovus sighed. "Send word to Ludomir and the Captain of the Royal Guard, Raynardo that they have my full permission to travel and assist the outpost, I'll be there in a few days after I selected a Chief Consul."

"Very well, Your Majesty."

The door then closed, Causing the dragboar king to sigh deeply. "That was *Way * too close to comfort." He said before looking at the tent forming in his pants. "This...Never happened before...."

"This is going to be a long week..."