chapter 1-Spyro and Cynders confusion
#1 of Spyro and Cynder
Hey everyone, this is my first story series, well, ever. My inspiration for this came from Yiff dragon, Frost dragon and kroqgar (hope I spelled it right) so I'm sorry if it sounds like theirs (I might pick up where kroqgar left off with Spyros funeral once I get better at writing stories, if I get his permission of course). My story kicks off a 2 months after dotd
Spyro, Cynder, Sparx, the guardians, the dark master and any other Spyro cast are property of sierra and I take no claims to their ownership. (Though I may throw in my own characters later)
If your under 18, gtfo, the hell you doin here anyway?
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Chapter 1- Spyro and Cynders Confusion
"It's beautiful out here at night" sighed Cynder happily, as she stared up at the night sky.
They were sitting out in a cove by the river where there were many bushes of berries for them to collect food, or to come out here and just snack as they stared up at the sky, which they were doing tonight after a round of training with Theodore, as they often would, else they would lie together on the balcony.
Spyro couldn't help but smile at the sound of her voice.
"Yeah, you're so beau...a.....IT'S so beautiful" stuttered Spyro.
Cynder gave him a odd look, Spyro was glad she didn't look to long or she would've seen his cheeks go bright red. CRAP, he thought to himself, that was WAY to close. He had to be more careful, but he couldn't help it, she was just so beautiful, as he stole small glances at her he noticed the way her black scales glittered in the moonlight, The way her body had started to curve these last few months and her emerald eyes shined with contentment at being out here. He sighed, if only it was because she was with him. But all through this he was unhappy because of one thing, why couldn't he talk to her on normal occasions, if there was danger or something urgent he was fine, but anything else, his mind just stopped.
Little did he know she was thinking the same thing. She loved the way his golden horns seemed to glow in the night, almost as brightly as his amethyst eyes, while his purple scales seemed to shine spotlessly. He had started to become much more muscular lately, and not just because of their training, he was only slightly larger than her now that she had returned to normal and was growing at a normal rate. All this she thought as she glanced at him once again. Why couldn't she talk to him normally anymore? She sighed silently, how she wished she could just tell him what she felt.
Cynders head began to sink and eventually her head hit the ground with her eyes closed, at which point her head shot back up to immediately start sinking again. Spyro couldn't help it and he started laugh uncontrollably.
"Oh shut up" she said sleepily, but she could help but smile as her eye lids started to droop.
"Come on, let's get going" said Spyro as he stretched and got up.
But all Cynder did was put her head down, closed her eyes and said "can't fly, to tired."
So he picked her up and put her on his back, startling her, he however was surprised. For being almost the same size as him she was surprisingly light. And with that he took off, her head between his horns and her arms and legs wrapped around him to stay on, his powerful wings pulling them through the air with ease, she marveled at how strong he was. Though she had realized this in their training sessions she was still dumbfounded that he was so incredible powerful in melee combat.
Once again their minds were along the same lines, as he realized how she was able to move so quickly in combat, striking her opponents with combos so fast they were dead before they had time to even move, let a lone defends themselves
But neither of them would dare voice such opinions as they also liked to admire the others body shape.
He smiled as he felt her fall asleep on his back, her hands becoming loose around his chest.
As he thought about her a familiar pain came back and he tried not to tense his legs, why? He asked himself, why did it always come back when he thought about her, and why did it have to be when she was on his back. As he had this thought a particularly sharp stab of pain made him whimper as he tried not to fall out the sky. Luckily he was now only 100 metres from the temple where Spyro and Cynder shared a room with two beds. He landed carefully, so as to not wake her, and then made his way to their room, as he lay her down on her bed he gazed at her beautiful face as he ran a paw over her neck. She smiled at this and he turned around, heading for his bed when he heard Cynder whimper. He whipped around and saw her face contort in pain, it was then he realized she was in pain, and from the look on her face he knew that she was feeling what he had felt before.
As he lay down on his bed he stared at Cynder and started to think, what this pain we're feeling? And why doesn't it affect her when she's awake? And with that he fell asleep, looking at the one thing that he couldn't quite figure out, smiling.