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The Thread Of Dawn Act 4 - No Parallels

By Bartan Tirix & Tissthalliss

The dragon's large red body felt tense as his surroundings gave signals of unfamiliarity, yet a comforting warmth in front of him. Holding onto it tightly as the echoing voice chuckled, detecting the strong paws study the snake-like form. "You must relax, dear. No need to be so tense."

"A-Alkardoc!?" The western dragon whispered in surprise, his eyes still adjusting to the darkness in the void. The slight brushes of those whiskers causing his large scales to click loudly down his stern body, making Zarj's heart flutter immensely as he squeezed the serpent with all his might. "It is you-!"

"E-easy, easy!" Some laughter as that long body coiled around the wyrm's, soon getting those large walls of membranes to shelter the two in a large embrace. Still as ticklish as ever as the red beast nearly whimpered in both longing and excitement. "It's barely been a day, are you okay?"

"I-I know, I'm just... I missed you so much already-" Zarj suddenly yelped as his sense of balance shifted, feeling like he was trapped in water; half floating. Causing his body to shift to correct, including spreading those wings as he attempted to scan through the darkness.

"Relax dear-"

"W-where are we-?" A calm shhh from that bearded muzzle as it bunted against his armored neck, taking a moment before putting his trust in the eastern one as those wings returned to shelter him again. Though still finding the lack of gravity very strange.

"This is but a dream, sadly. But it really is me."

"A dream?" Zarj asked under his breath.

"Yes. I planted more than one seed within you, I hope you do not mind." The red head looked around again, now being able to clearly see the golden thread in his arms. "It was the only way I could think of to keep in contact without being in person."

"I welcome it." Another tight squeeze, to the point of making the serpent yelp. "Oh, do you feel pain here?"

"The warnings still go off and you may wake up thinking you're sore or hurt, however nothing carries over. I'm still not used to your strength, I'm afraid." The serpent nuzzled noses in a small tease, nearly tickling that red chin with the whiskers which led to a surprise kiss from Zarj. Another tight hold as their tongues slid against one another and embraced, making the Thread blush heavily at such affection. While the wyrm, lost in some instincts, could not believe that such a 'dream' felt so real.

Yet, something felt off. Detecting a sort of disturbance that wasn't from his own body. Causing the red one to slow down his movements and gently disengage without any resistance, catching the slightly guilty look of the golden thread before him. "You feel it, do you not?" Alkardoc softly asked him, getting Zarj to faintly nod while puzzled. "I wasn't sure if you were going to be able to or not, honestly. Since Westerners were unable to..."

"Is...? That what you feel when you touch me? It kind of feels like guilt, but the source isn't from... Me?" A heavy sigh as the serpent closed his eyes. "Alkar?"

"I... Wasn't completely opened to you during that night we spent together, dear. It's something I am still attempting to process myself-" A sudden jerk from the larger dragon as he felt like he was being dragged backwards from his shoulder blades. Causing a strange discomfort akin to that of falling into icy waters. "Zarj? Don't panic. You're just being woken up-" Within a moment the eastern serpent felt so far away as if the wyrm fell from the sky...

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Day 2: West

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Struggles of limbs against his large body brought his mind to, what felt like, the surface of consciousness. "Zarj-!" A whimper shocked the red wyrm more awake as his eyes opened, and noticed someone struggling in his grapple. Taking a moment to process what was happening before letting go and watching the smaller western dragon scamper away from him and towards the exit of his cave. Allowing the green one to catch his breath and giving time to the larger to reclaim his surroundings; back in his own cave even though he swore his body was elsewhere.

"Tix...?" The red beast yawned, allowing his body to stretch and noticing his muscles slightly sore from... Straining? "What's wrong?"

"Other than you attempting to crush me into pieces?" The smaller one snorted. "I guess last night gave you a stress dream of sorts."

"Last night...?" Zarj shook the fog from his mind and recalled nearly seeing Alkardoc in the dark skies above the treeline... Then blush as he overlooked the smaller male for a moment. "D-did we sleep...?"

"J-just in the same location for protection, is all." Tix admitted, trying to shake off the same blush while trying to... Hide his front from the larger one's view. "You're... Stronger than you look."

"Adrenaline, I suppose." He got up to stretch, shaking his larger form a bit as the coins underneath him shifted. Double taking at the curious stare from those cyan eyes. "Adrenaline; the gland in your system." A pair of green ears perked. "It's what gives you energy for your Fight Or Flight moments."

"Oh..." Tix mumbled as if understanding, but the red one could tell he didn't follow. Taking a breath before gently approaching the green one's back, not quite getting noticed on his position until the red beast was directly behind him and placing paws on his lower back. Causing Tix to nearly yelp as the paws connected. "W-wha-?"

"Relax. It's located around here." A rub closer to the middle of the green back; where the tarps of his wings stopped connecting to his body. "When your senses see that you are in danger and when your heart rate is up, there's a pair of little nuggets of sorts that... It doesn't give you energy directly, I suppose, but it tells certain parts of your body to function differently so they can produce more energy-" A shy look from those cyan discs, clearly lost and confused. Making Zarj lightly sigh but smile. "In times of stress, it pushes your body beyond its limits. That's what I'm trying to explain."

"O-oh." Tix mumbled again, but at least seemed to understand that part. "You... Seem to know a lot."

"I've listened to those who know a lot more about this stuff than I do." The larger one stated softly, walking around Tix and pretending not to see the green wing cover his lower body up as Zarj moved to the telescope.

"I'm... guessing the Children?"

"Yes. Many of which have spent generations learning how their bodies work. Though I do admit it is very hard to follow what they're saying. How they named such things and functions literally sounds like gibberish."

"Everything they say sounds like gibberish, how can you even understand them?" Tix snorted, getting a chuckle from the red one.

"It took a while for me to understand Conway's accent and learn what he was actually saying. Not to mention he, like us, tends to have his own version of slang and made up words." He took a few notes, not noticing the green one stare at him and gaze upon the many objects around that were from the 'Lesser Beings'. "That isn't even including their own outside languages. Some of them speak so fast..." A breath of disbelief from Zarj as he took a few more notes.

"What...?" A noise in question from the red one. "What happened to your flower? I don't see it anywhere."

"Apparently they need sunlight in order to survive, so I cannot keep it within my hoard."

"What? Swear I see plants growing inside of caves all the time." The green one half grumbled.

"That's what I thought as well, but if there are different kinds of dragons around, then there must be different kinds of plants too. Ones who have specific needs and others that can go without." Zarj calmly explained. "That Flower, unfortunately, requires sunlight. So I left it in a place where I can give it the care it deserves." A motion for the smaller wyrm to come closer to the telescope. "Come take a look at this." The red one took a step to the side, making sure everything on the device was focused while Tix nervously shuffled closer to the pipe the larger dragon was looking through. Spotting a mountain and a strange ring of light in the sky over it.

"What is this?"

"It's called a Halo, if I remember correctly. Something to do with the light hitting ice in the air just right."

"Ice in the air? But ice doesn't float...?" A sharp whimper from the small one as he felt Zarj get really close and whisper in his ear.

"Do not tell anyone about what we seen last night, Understood?" A shaky nod from Tix in response as that fear returned. "Anyone. We were never there, and never speak of it out loud where ears can hear."

"B-but-?" A calm 'shhh' from the red one as he pretended to adjust a few knobs on the device and look through it. Making the green wyrm lower his voice to a faint whisper. "But why were you...?" A sudden gasp from Tix as he put things together. "T-the flower-!?" Another shhh, this time more assertive. "T-that's where it came from!? On the Eastern-!?"

"It was growing near the river and on our side of it. It's likely that the flower originated from the east, but I need to make sure it is safe."

"And not some ruse from the vipers?" Those red ears flicked back as some tension was felt irradiating from the larger dragon, making the smaller one whine a little and lower his head. "That's why you've been so protective of it."

"Yes. But I do not want to raise tensions between the two sides. If one begins to think that the other side is preparing for a war or conflict..." A deep exhale through that red muzzle.

"G-got it. I won't say anything, Zarj."

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Day 2: East

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The bright sunlight ventured through the glass windows of the room, warming up the smooth blankets that hid a good amount of the serpent within. Having the occasional paw and tail sticking out while the golden head was buried under the pillows. Soon taking a slow inhale and stretching his long body upwards as Alkardoc woke with a smile.

His body was sore, so very sore from the storm clean up. Either that, or the red wyrm was squeezing him so hard that the thread's body physically felt it. The thought made him chuckle, knowing which one he would rather have caused it as his heart fluttered.

Alkar could not believe it actually worked. He actually made a mental connection with a westerner! To the point where they could communicate within their dreams, unless the noodle dreamed it himself. But... It felt the same as all the others he's tried. Does that mean the Western Wyrms also had some connection to magics as well? Zarj didn't seem to know about it...

Still, it was a very happy day and was going to make this week away from the red titan so much better. Allowing the serpent to wake up with a bright smile on his face- though not quite as bright as the sun in his eyes. Needing to retreat back into the comfort of Fort Pillow for a minute until his body was ready to get up. This time prepared for the blinding attack.

The golden thread felt so much lighter now that he had a way to communicate, invigorating him to find a way to remove this invisible border between the East and West. He just wished his form felt the same way as he started to move, feeling dozens upon dozens of warning signs from sore muscles and aching limbs. Attempting to paralyze the serpent into staying in bed for recovery, causing a few audible gasps and grunts to leave that bearded muzzle as he moved to make sure nothing was specifically damaged. "Is everything okay, my lord?"

The voice made his ears perk up; possibly the only muscles in his body that were not complaining. "I am, Mira." The golden one chuckled as the woman entered the door. "Just... More sore than I expected." Another gasp from him as he attempted to move his body. "A lot more."

"I'd believe it, Lord Kar. All dragons outdid themselves with cleaning up yesterday, what was estimated to be a four day job was done in one." The golden one started straightening up the bed sheets and blankets.

"Everyone outdid themselves, my dear. Not just dragons, though I do hope I did enough to show my worth."

"Nonsense, my lord. Where did such a thought come from?" A long exhale came from the golden one as the young woman made her way around the circular bed to his side. Only about 1/3rd of the size of the dragon herself, she placed a hand on the metallic forearm. Getting the attention of those cyan eyes and they shared a smile. "Let's get some fresh air in here, shall we? That'll make you feel better." A nod as she moved to the window and let the warm breeze throughout the room.

Mira motioned the dragon to come onto the balcony, stepping into the sun and the fresh air combined made all the difference as the world seemed to open up. A city mixed with both plant life and buildings; thick roofs that held trees with apartment homes made of smooth stone. Many of which had unique designs and colors onto them along with windows installed. Though several were still damaged by some fallen trees from the storm, they were being repaired by both eastern dragon-kind and people alike.

The streets were also filled with them, some serpents acting as transportation for a few or the occasional one wearing a certain type of bell. Acting as an emergency 'vehicle' of sorts as several dozen watched as the flying noodle flew by, carefully carrying a couple of stretchers. Though the sight may have been a little worrisome, one of the patients crying out in excitement of the ride definitely lightened the mood. Making the two on the balcony chuckle.

It was all a wondrous sight indeed, making Alkardoc feel a little better but perhaps overwhelmed at the same time. At least, that's what the woman read from his expressional ears. Giving one of those whiskers a few pets until that muzzle returned to Mira's torso. Getting a hug from the woman, putting as she stroked his beard and chin. "It's been... A rough few weeks for you, my Lord. I know that." She cooed. "But things will get better soon."

"I suppose... I am just wishing things played out a little different lately."

"Dear, time spent wishing is time wasted." The dragon chuckled at the woman's statement.

"That's exactly what your mother would say." He smiled brightly, those whiskers wrapping around her in a very soft embrace.

"Would you like to talk to her? I know you confided in her before I took over." Those cyan eyes looked a little worried at first, but that muzzle took a deep breath. Lightly blowing the work dress she was wearing.

"Actually, I think so. That may help, but... I should start confiding in you soon too. I am just..."

"Do not worry about my feelings, my Lord. I'm just happy to help you however I can." Those whiskers unwrapped as the noodle changed position to hug the young woman with his forearms; properly. Getting her to yelp a little bit and giggle. "Y-you are too kind, my Lord-"

"Alkardoc." The dragon playfully teased. "I've dealt with your insistent titles for the past year, you are too close to me now to keep using it Mira." He snorted overdramatically, making her chuckle. "Now, say it back to me."

"Lord Alkardoc." She teased back, getting a chuckle from the golden thread. "Would you like another bath this morning?"

"No thanks, my dear. I'd like to get out for the day and relax in the sun for a bit. I've got a lot to mentally prepare, as it were."

"Might I suggest stopping in for a coffee at the corner then?" Those fluffy ears spayed, making her chuckle as the woman went back to cleaning up. "You keep saying you'll try it."

"The location for its Tea, yes. But I do not like coffee, Mira."

"You only had my mother's coffee that one time, and nobody blames you." The two chuckled. "She grew up at a different time; when it was super strong and no one ever thought of heavy cream. But Alika was working there when I went in, tell her to make you one of my preferred coffees. I guarantee you'll love it." The serpent just lightly grumbled at her, but sighed.

"I'll think about it."

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Day 2: West

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Wood. Is. Heavy. That's all the red wyrm could think of as he panted loudly and focused on flying in... Not even straight, just in a general direction. Trying to see past the blockade of roots and dirt as he dug those claws into a few entire trees, spotting the smoke from the civet's flu when he occasionally looked at the forest below. Realigning his direction accordingly.

The dragon's arms were whaling for him to stop and release the tension, his wings grew severely tired. And his pouch... Was growing tired of being 'tapped' on occasion, while a certain small branch was prodding a little too close under his tail. Giving that muzzle a few too many mixed signals to release; pants, huffs, heaves of exhaustion. A terrible symphony of bad Jazz.

One more look down and that was close enough. Taking a few deep breaths before releasing a low growled call, something he at least thought of ahead of time. Slowly starting to descend into the more open area and hoping the feline remembered what such a thing meant, because the beast could NOT see below him. Getting into a relatively close area to the house- but most importantly: Not on the damn house, before dropping the three trees to the ground. Shaking the ground a little as they were dropped easily a story high onto the flat grass, making the beige female yelp at such an impact and reveal her whereabouts; a safer location than 'under the trees'.

The load off was a relief for the dragon, but his wings wanted to collapse just as his cargo did. Spotting the feline and drifting to a more open space where he flopped into the grass and panted loudly. Not even noticing Neetu rush towards him but still very cautious about approaching the house-sized creature. "A-are you okay?"

"Trees...! Heavy...!" The wyrm half hissed and whimpered at the same time, his position far from elegant. But the feline didn't waste any time, grabbing a bucket and filling it with water before bringing it over to Zarj. "Tha...nk-"

"I-it's fine, my lord. Just rest for now." She waited as he lapped at the waters and eventually caught his breath, though his large body still sprawled over the grass. Covering a surprising amount of her yard's space with those wings alone and really showing the size difference. But she tried not to look at it too much, already starting to feel intimidated by the creature's mass.

Instead, she looked over at the three trees; unearthed from the ground. Branches, leaves, and all. Leaving her a bit stunned as to how she would deal with cutting them off. "Phew..." Zarj spoke, getting her attention as he started to stand up and collect himself. "That was... Much harder than I ever expected."

"Y-yes. You can see why I could not do it myself."

"I did consider dragging them, the path we took yesterday was a bit cluttered so I thought I would skip it and go for the aerial route." Another deep heave from the red one. "I'm glad I only stopped at four."

"F-four?"

"I dropped one early on but didn't want to pick it up." The wyrm lightly grumbled, looking over the now horizontal trees with the civet. "I don't think it landed on anything important at least, it may even be stuck in with the other tree branches. Regardless, I may have to think of a new method in bringing them here if I'm to keep my side of the barter." Zarj pondered for a moment, not even noticing the rumble in his throat while doing so. But while looking over the tree, the corner of his eye spotted the beige feline looking very... Uncomfortable? "Hmm? What is wrong Natla?"

"I-it's nothing, Sir." Neetu answered. "This is enough payment."

"But we marked at least a dozen trees yesterday. Will three really get you through the cold winter?" No response, and the giant adjusted himself to gently nudge her with that snout. Not quite knowing his own strength, but he released a curious purr. "What is it?"

"It's-" A playful snort interrupted her, knowing she was going to dismiss it. "...I'm afraid it brought up a new problem that I didn't think of until now."

"Oh?"

"I... Lack the strength to chop wood, you see." Her blinded side missed the dragon's ears perk up. "Nevermind, I'll figure that out later-"

"Neetha." The red one said a bit sternly, making her whimper and step back, but the dragon didn't move. Keeping himself closer to her own height the best he could. "Our barter was to get you firewood. Not to deliver three trees to occupy your land."

"But...?" A noise in question almost came off as a grunt to her, taking a moment to identify it as she looked over his rather curious face. "I don't want to be a bother to you. You've-"

"A bother?" Zarj's head tilted a bit, then looked over the trees and gestured to them. "Latla, this is the most fun I've had in a while."

"F-fun?"

"Yes!" He nearly chirped. "I love solving problems, coming up with solutions and pondering such situations. I don't get this at home, and that's not to mention I also get to see and understand how your kind lives. How they solve such tasks with such limited strength..." He looked over the path from afar; the one they took to get some water. "You said yesterday that they normally used horses to drag the logs while on land, yes?"

"As far as I know, yes. But...?"

"Nevan, I'm here not only because I require your assistance, but also because you give me purpose." His snout moved closer to the feline again, being a bit more gentle with the nudge as she placed a hand on the warm red scales. "I'm more than happy to be here. Do not be afraid to ask me to do something specific or tell me that something will not work for your lifestyle. Okay?"

"But I'm not..." A noise in question, urging her to continue. Then another touch to get the attention of that single yellow eye. "I'm not worth it, Sire-"

"You're worth it to me." And that did it; causing her head to turn sharply in near shock as the small anthro looked at the beast a dozen times her size. "And a dragon knows what's valuable."

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Day 2: East

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The morning rush hour seemed to have passed, making it much easier to fly through the streets with little risk of collision. Still being cautious as the golden serpent made his way to that tea shop, recalling the time where he and another friend attempted a little flying stunt a few years ago; flying in barrel rolls 'through' each other's space. Only for the two males to get tangled somehow, and also getting his own whiskers caught in another dragon's accessories. One passing by completely oblivious of such a stunt.

It made the present Alkardoc still flinch remembering such pain and nearly tearing up as it happened in his mind. To this day, he swore that whisker got a little longer than the other due to that. At least it didn't disturb anyone nor cost any damages, but it was a life lesson for the two: don't do stunts in the streets.

He missed those days of practicing such things when he was a snakelet. Spending hours in the parks after learning to fly for the first time. Hovering in the air, exercising their flexibility, seeing who could coil the tightest around a pole or streetlight. Being makeshift ropes and swings for the human children as they all played together until the sun went down. Letting imaginations run wild as they told silly stories and reenacted legends they were all told...

Did Zarj'annan have any such experiences when he was younger? What exactly did the west have while they grew up? To live a life without co-existence wasn't unheard of in Alkar's lands, but it was definitely rare. Some believed that mingling with the humans and other species would provoke disasters, while others were too frightful of a dragon's power... Much like they all were of Westerns.

It made the golden one's heart sink a little, really feeling the weight of Alkar's own suggestion to convince the elders on both sides to rethink such a divide. A nigh impossible task but he knew that this... Feud could not last forever. But first he needed to find the source of it; simply walking up to the council and pleading them to reconsider having a restriction was beyond naive.

Reaching his destination and taking a deep breath before going inside, putting on a friendly smile as the cashier at the front gestured him to come forwards. Even though the line for the anthros was still a few people in. It was less about a dragon's importance and more that they were so large it made it difficult for his kind to reserve a spot in line. Even with the higher ceilings. "Welcome." The young cow greeted the golden one. "What would you like?"

"Are you Alika, by any chance?" A slightly awkward expression as she looked and lightly pointed at the puma attending the others. "My maiden Mira suggested that I try one of your coffees, and said that Alika would know how to make it."

"Oh, that I can do, don't worry." The cattle smiled. "Would this be for taking out?"

"I think I'll relax here for a bit first, now that the rush has subsided." Alkar smiled at her.

"Feel free to take a hammock anywhere you'd like, I'll bring it over when I have it made."

"Thank you, my dear." The two lightly nodded in a bow and the serpent floated to the seating area. Looking at the many empty booths and moving into a suspended hammock several feet above the seats the anthros would use; a rather clever idea to solve the space issue that dragons take up. Not to mention the material the blankets were made of was super soft and durable, just like how they were when the golden thread was a snakelet.

Memories of his father talking and teaching about such a design, and having a small say in supporting such an idea. Before these, the dragons were just forced to remain outside of restaurants; a solution that only really helped in the warmer months while the weather was nice. Creating quite a divide between the serpent-kind and the smaller people, literally having a wall between them and only so much space for seating arrangements to allow mingling.

Now, the flying noodles could just rest above while the anthros sat below; still at the same table, still able to talk freely and some even having an upper table above where the dragon's food could be within better reach. Balance was a concern, but unless intoxicated, most serpents could easily control or catch their own weight. It was about as rare for them to fall out of a hammock as it was for an anthro to trip over their own feet.

Speaking of which, the waitress was spotted bringing the large cup, signaling that it was Alkar's and causing him to lean over his hammock to meet her. Graciously accepting the fine smelling beverage with a thank you and a smile, getting one in return. "Be careful, it's very hot."

"I will." The golden one nodded, pulling his upper body back into the hammock and giving it a curious, but adoring sniff that lasted until he purred. But yes, it was still too hot for his tongue so he placed it on the upper table; suspended to the ceiling and nearby wall by chains. Even doubling as some support for ceiling decor and lighting.

Did they have such things in the West? Heavily doubtful due to how Zarj talked about his encounters with the people there. But that didn't stop his curious mind from trying to think about how it could be added. The wyrm was indeed significantly heavier than even the largest of serpents in Alkardoc's land, and by the sounds of it, the Western species of dragon could get even bigger! So Hammocks would be out of the question. Would they have to resort to the old ways of keeping the draconics outside? It was such a depressing thought, especially since a single wyrm took up so much space. For the serpents that did not learn how to fly (some did exist), they could still squeeze into the booth for seating. Not so much the case for something easily four times the volume of one.

He thought for a few moments before taking his first sip of the coffee, immediately detecting the heated warning of the drink, but also flipping his negative opinion of coffee to a positive one with that first sip. Taking a second as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the liquids in his maw for several moments, not realizing he was recognized by a red serpent through the glass outside. Not until she entered, that is, floating up and resting into the hammock directly across from him. "You drink coffee?" Valla'sha asked.

"I do now." The male replied, setting his warm drink down on the table to give his forepaws a break from the heat. Greeting his fiancee with a whisker while she did the same, lightly surprising him a bit at the gesture. But for now he just accepted it. "How are you this morning?"

"Busy as usual, I was the only one really handling the nearby forests cleanups yesterday and directing the evening groups to the severely damaged trees. They'll be working on them today."

"And you as well, I imagine?" Watching the female shake her head no but begin to lean down when a waitress came around. Taking Valla's order for a coffee as well before returning back to Alkar's conversation.

"Sorry about that. But they 'refused' me to work today due to the amount of ground I covered yesterday. Probably thinking I was exhausted, but I'm perfectly fine. Maybe a little tired."

"I mean, you were doing the work of dozens of people by yourself, dear. It's a wonder you're even able to fly today." The red one tilted her head in a shrug.

"I was using proper techniques to reduce the need for muscle power. Something that could not easily be accessed within the city's damaged areas. Where a tree fell around my area, there were a dozen more surrounding it that could be used to my advantage. That's all."

"But, say, trying to get a tree off a roof or out of the park pond?"

"It's much more difficult due to the lack of advantageous surroundings. Leaving you to 'roll around in the mud'." The golden thread chuckled at that description. "Besides, I feel more comfortable working in a smaller group. Even if that means working alone."

"I would've... Helped if I knew sooner." The waitress returned with the female's coffee, letting Valla'sha give thanks for the drink and taking a sip while it was still very hot. Yet, it didn't phase her, as she waited until the cow was out of earshot.

"Appreciated, but it is fine, Alkardoc. By the sounds of it, you already had quite the night before." Another sip, leaving the male to look a little nervous into space. "...I didn't sleep well last night. I kept thinking about that."

"You mean...?" A faint nod from the red one. "How so?"

"Worrying about you. Worrying about what it might do to our land. Worrying that it may start something..." She put her coffee cup down on the suspended table while a golden paw rested on her forearm. Causing the two to lock eyes for a few moments and gaze into those cyan discs; mirroring some of those exact same worries, yet having a sort of confidence behind it. Conviction even. "...At the same time, I admit it. It is exciting to think about. I've just..."

"We've been told otherwise. Convinced that they were-" A couple of people walking nearby got him to pause. "That they were..." A nod from her, letting the golden dragon know that he didn't need to say it. Knowing it probably hurt Alkar to describe the westerners in such a negative way. Leading to a slightly awkward moment were their eyes drifted, but both taking notice of a human standing in line staring at them.

"I believe you've been recognized..." The red one took a sip of her drink, making the male double take at her. Nearly going to ask what she meant by that, but couldn't shake off the feeling of being gawked at. Curiosity got the better of Alkar as he once again made eye contact with the young human... Male? It was a bit hard to tell.

Only for a moment, however, as the barista called upon their attention. Giving the golden serpent some time to study his poncho clothing from afar, recalling the style of such a thing from years back. Yet, the name of the exact area was on the tip of his tongue...

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Day 2: West

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The red wyrm remained lost in thought as he stared at the three trees on the ground, swearing he could still feel his body straining while carrying them. Half dreading the idea of going back for that fourth one he dropped on the transport here. Another day maybe, for now he needed to figure out a way to make it more manageable for his friend.

However, another question did come to mind; how did His kind do it? Some of the stronger ones in his nest brought over piles of wood for their own winters. Everyone taking what they needed and creating a few fires to keep themselves warm through the night. But how did they break them? And would it be small enough for the civet to do by herself?

That was a difficult thing for Zarj to understand or even view in his mind, due to how little studying he's made of the feline. Making him wonder if she was going to return; excusing herself into her shelter for quite some time now. Listening in closer to hear... Faint breaths and sniffs? Suddenly worry filled his chest. "Natla?" The red beast called, as gentle as his voice could be and hearing a bit of a whimper. "...Did I say something to upset you?"

"N-no... No, sire you..." It definitely sounded like she was, making the red one feel even more awkward. Not really knowing what to do about such a situation and finding himself looking around for ideas. Dragons rarely ever became upset like this- or was it just Western ones? If that were the case... What would Alkardoc do in this situation? What did he do when Zarj felt down? 'Let Him Talk', that's what he did.

With a deep breath the red wyrm called to her again. "Neetu. Return to me. Please." It was a bit demanding, he detected after saying it, but it at least got the door opened a little more. "Talk to me. What has upset you?" He attempted to look inside, but it was difficult to get a proper angle of her face. Spotting the end of her shaggy dress; as if sitting down on something but still hidden in the shadows of the shelter.

"I..." The feline started, getting an encouraged noise of pondering from the beast outside. "I am not worth it, Sire." As much as Zarj wanted to interrupt, he swore it was like the golden thread was right there beside him; guiding his mind. ("Let her speak.") A strain on that red jaw to keep it shut, until it was clear she wasn't going to respond further.

"Where has such a thought taken root?" Definitely a line the Eastern one would say, and after no response, the wyrm spoke again. "Neetu?" No response besides a few breaths, and once again those orange eyes began to wander. Along the house, recalling something... "You said you did not build this shelter of yours, yes? Do you know who did?"

"I... Do not, no."

"Did you claim it on your own?" A very western dragon thing to say, but it was just a slip of his tongue. Almost cursing at himself for such phrasing.

"C-claim? N-no Sire, I... I..." A heavy breath from her, then a loud swallow was heard. "I was... Given."

"You were gifted the home?"

"I was given to the man who lives here." The civet swore she could feel the puzzled gaze of the dragon through the wall.

"But you said you live alone...?"

"He was drafted."

"Drafted?"

"To the Kingdom's army, well over a year ago." A noise in question. "They needed able soldiers, so they force people to join once in to serve their Kingdom."

"To fight their wars..." Zarj could faintly hear the feline's confirmation. "And you were left alone, not drafted because of your eye?"

"...Maybe." Some silence. "Probably not." She nearly whimpered, hearing the beast sigh through that large muzzle as he attempted to rest the thing in the doorway. Feeling her at least place a paw on it, which made Zarj smile a little.

"Do you miss him?"

"Sire..."

"Keep talking. I want to help." A heavy breath was heard from the small one as she continued to rub the red snout a little. Almost battling with herself within the silence, Zarj could feel that. When she didn't speak up on her own, he tried again. "I don't know much about your way of life, nor have dragons ever been good at... Empathy. But I feel like something's off, and it's got something to do about what I said-"

"It really wasn't, Sire. Please... Please don't think that."

"Then what is it?" Silence again. "I cannot help you if you don't let me." With no response, the red one was losing some patience. "If you don't talk, then I'm going to start approaching this problem more like a dragon." He lightly teased, hearing a whimper from her.

"M-meaning what?"

"Oh, what were the stories I've heard from the childr- erm... Smaller people? That we kidnap dames that we find attractive~?" Another whine from the civet. "Take them back into our caves in the summits? Get them to sing for us as we gaze upon their beauty like a prize-?"

"I-is that what you do!?" The sudden yelp from her actually made the dragon chuckle. "I was told something more barbaric-" She suddenly covered her muzzle, thinking she may have insulted the beast but he playfully laughed it off.

"Oh yes, I have heard such tales before too; that we eat people and their livestock? Steal their possessions for our own? Set fire to villages that build too close to our territories? Do not worry yourself."

"Because they are untrue?"

"Oh, some of them are. Especially for other tribes of dragons." That made the feline release a noise in dread. "But you're not talking to one of them. I tend to barter for my own possessions like a unique currency. Though... Some I have to admit; I did take from those who were unaware. Especially when I was younger."

"I-I see..." That large red muzzle attempted to move closer to her.

"Sometimes... We do not realize our faults and errors until much later in life, Neetu. Hindsight is... A skew in our own reflections when it comes to judgment. The best we can do is correct or make the best of it in the present and the future, yes?"

"Is that why... You're trying to help me?"

"I'm helping you because you are helping me." It was strange how the wyrm could almost feel her heart sink. "It's... Common for dragons to just take, but I've been doing my best to grow out of such a habit. Even if it does make me less of a dragon."

"It's hardly the same, my lord."

"What do you mean?" A bit of silence.

"You asked me to take care of a single flower... And I'm asking you for warmth so I can survive the winter. I can't..." A nod from that red snout as it couldn't reach any closer.

"Perhaps to you the importance is very lacking, but... Maybe I need that flower in order to live." Zarj mumbled a little sadly. "Perhaps my physical self and deal without it, yes. However... My mental and social self? It helps more than you think. Not to mention it has led me to another friend, yes?"

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Day 2: East

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"I just can't remember..." The golden noodle muttered to himself, still staring into space within the coffee shop and stroking his blue beard. "It's right there, but I can't grasp it-"

"I know the feeling quite well," Valla added. "But I'm not very fluent in my geography, I'm afraid. So I can't specifically help you remember. However..." A noise in question from the male. "I could always ask them."

"W-what?" It made Alkardoc double take.

"You seem to have troubles engaging in conversations with others. Would you like me to ask them?"

"No no no, that's quite alright." The golden thread took a breath and a sip of his coffee, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy it. "I'm certain it will return to me later on. Besides, I think they're-"

"Excuse me." A sharp whimper from the metallic serpent as the red one's vocals came from underneath the table. Actually surprising her that the man nearly startled back a few steps, instantly easing her engagement. "Sorry, but my mate here believes he recognizes your clothing. What region are you from?" The young man nearly whimpered as he looked around at the others; surprisingly calm that a dragon addressed a human so casually.

Alkar's head joined hers underneath the table, whispering to hear. "No, no, I was going to say that I believe he is an Ela Brise." Her ears perked in question as she looked at the golden one. "It's a religion that strictly limits the interaction with dragons, specifically from the eastern lands." A sudden whimper from Valla as she covered her snout with a paw in shock, instantly returning her head to the stunned human and bowing.

"My apologies. I didn't know."

"It's..." The young man started, looking around one more time as he spoke lowly. "It is alright. I'm actually here on my Nuthra'laa." The golden one's ears perked up. "So I suppose it isn't against my religion for the time being to interact with them- erm, your kind. But..."

"I imagine it's quite surprising." A shaky nod from the human. "Could I ask where you're from? Valla here was correct; I do recognize your clothing style from the northeast, but I can't quite tack it." The strange expression got the man to studder for a moment before answering.

"I'm from... Urra-bacca-" He spotted a spark in Alkardoc's eyes as it connected, getting a reaction of discovery immediately and actually making the man chuckle a little bit.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes. I'm not sure how that didn't come to mind. But as soon as you said Urra..." The golden one bowed in thanks. "Thank you, and feel free to carry on, sir. However, it would be lovely if you join us." A rather surprised look from the young one, as he once again looked around.

"You mean... We're allowed to...?"

"Yes, of course." Valla agreed, gesturing to the booth directly below their hammocks. Then moving her attention to the golden one. "But what was that thing before? Nura-something?"

"Nuthra'laa?" The two males answered in question, but the serpent gestured the man to answer. "It's... A small visit to the outside world, usually during ambassador pilgrims that allows us to see the world for what it is. Allowing our youth to really decide for ourselves if we would rather continue our religion, or..."

"Or what?"

"Abandon it." Alkardoc stated a bit sadly. "They will no longer be allowed back into their community if they do take that route, including by their own family."

"I see... I can understand why this was such a sensitive subject then. Let alone your reaction, again: I do apologize."

"It is quite alright, erm...?"

"Valla'sha. This is my future mate Alkardoc." She gestured to the other dragon.

"Erlando. It is... Surreal to meet even one of your kind up close, or at all." The two serpents chuckled at that.

"You'd be surprised how often we hear that, specifically from outsiders of the city." Alkardoc smiled at him. "There are not too many that live cooperatively with dragons, but they are quite far apart."

"You've been to the other cities, like the capital?" The golden one nodded when Valla asked, studying him while Alkar took a sip out of his cup. "What for?" A bit of a shocked look that he attempted to hide.

"Oh... Visiting family." The red one's eyes studied her mate for a few moments, as if putting some puzzle pieces together while the golden one leaned down towards the human again. "How many places have you been to so far, Erlando? Urra Bacca is quite aways to travel from here."

"I've been to several villages along the way, many of which have their own opinions of... Your kind, I'm afraid."

"Rather mixed ones, I'm sure." Alkar smiled a bit sadly. "I'm certain I've heard them all, do not worry yourself. But I am curious about what you've heard."

"O-oh, I'm not sure if I should..." A chuckle at least made the young man feel a bit more at ease.

"Do you understand why they think of us this way?" The golden one asked, getting a head shake in response. "We have a form of craftsmanship that they do not seem to possess, and some... Most feel like it is unnaturally given."

"Unnaturally?"

"It does require great skill and study to use," Valla joined in as well. "but it is often labeled as 'Magic' to those who misunderstand it. But it is more manipulation than creation." Elan took a moment to look out at the window, easily spotting many of the buildings that look like they're made out of smooth stone or rock; not by bricks or such he was used to. But smooth, uninterrupted stone. "We have made those buildings and streets with it, yes."

"That's why they look so strange, let alone so tall here. They're made by dragons?" The two nodded.

"Many of us have the power to manipulate parts of nature; the dirt and rock of the earth, able to cut and shape it as we require." Alkardoc started. "The growth and direction of plantlife. The winds and waters of the seas."

"But it is a skill that takes great discipline." Valla added in. "Many of us cannot easily tune into such power without guidance. Some dens of dragons even refuse to learn or use such abilities, but here we do what we can to help others."

"I can see that. Especially after that great hurricane that passed through. So much of the roads were blocked, I'm glad I didn't travel on a wagon." The human took a sip out of his drink. "But everything here looks much clearer. Did the storm not pass over here?" Making the two serpents chuckle.

"It did, quite harshly too. We just spent most of yesterday cleaning it up." Alkar shook his head at a memory. "Many of us getting quite dirty, like snakelets playing in the mud."

"It looked like an entirely different location with all the debris in the streets and damage to the buildings." Valla smiled. "But with our combined efforts; both dragon and smaller kind, we were able to restore most of the city before nightfall."

"There is still work to be done, I'm sure. Especially on the outskirts, farmlands, and the forests. But our 'magics' do have their limits and can feel the effects of fatigue much like any sort of energy."

"I see. I imagine it's the same for the west as well?" With the two dragon's heads in view of the man, he noticed they shared a concerning look. "Is something wrong?"

"We... Cannot socialize with the western dragons. The big wyrms." The red one explained, getting a puzzled look from Erlando. "It is taboo for us to make contact with them."

"Why is that?" They shared another look, more worried about what to say aloud. "A very... Sensitive subject, I apologize."

"It is for our kind, yes. Not insulting, though. Please don't think you've offended us." A nervous nod from the young man as Alkardoc continued to speak in near whispers. "There are consequences for us to talk about the western dragons, both in public and in private."

"Can I ask why...?" Erlan spoke softly, watching them share a look.

"There has been... A ban on contact when it comes to dragons for centuries, only our eldest really know the details of it all." The female explained, giving Alkar time to retreat up for another drink of his coffee. Staying there for the time being as an idea came into his mind. "We're told that both our kinds nearly went to war with one another, and warned how disastrous it would be. Not just for us, but for nature and the people within the crossfire. So our elders met with the western ones to create an agreement. Using the river as a division between our lands, no dragon will ever cross it into the other lands. If one ever does, it will bring disaster to our way of life."

"I see..." The young man lightly pondered while she took a drink as well. Meeting the worried gaze of the golden one over the suspended table and sharing a quiet, empathetic sigh. "So that must mean that the Western dragons have this magic as well?" Valla moved back down to speak to him again, letting Alkardoc to stop and listen.

"Yes. And as we're told, both from our own stories and the tales of travelers to and from there... They are vicious with such power. Often use it in violent forms and in offensive ways... It's possible that's where your own religion gets its experience."

They didn't see the saddened expression from the golden serpent above them, trying to hide it regardless and just taking sips out of his coffee. Alkar recalled Zarj informing him that they had no such abilities like the Eastern ones did, but theirs was more organic. Mostly just a form of breath weapon from what the serpent could tell... But where did such lore come from then?

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Day 2: West

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The red wyrm rested on the rocky surface, occasionally taking a bite out of his hunted meal while observing the ones down below. Other dragons, western like him, but definitely from a different tribe. Quite a bit bulkier too, by the looks of it, which honestly surprised Zarj. Even from a distance, they seemed to be quite larger than the red wyrm, likely from being so active during the day.

The red one took another bite, watching them work together with what seemed like tools. Creating a spark of curiosity within the red wyrm due to just how different that came off, compared to his own nest back home. As far as he really knew, Zarj was the only western dragon that actually used them on occasion- for entirely different purposes, of course. Usually for his observations, like that telescope, or the occasional bit of writing. Trying the idea of 'clawing on stone slabs' way back when he first met Conway, nearly losing some valuable recordings and notes that the dragon made when he either made a spelling error, pressed too hard, or that one time he dropped a rock 'page' and it shattered into several pieces.

...Zarj'annan has come a long way since then. Recalling when the human friendly suggested trying it his way instead, even supplying the large dragon with a very large sketchpad to write on, and try using a large pen. Not the fountain pen that Conway would often write with, but something more fitting for large digits. Oh, how his own pride ached for such a suggestion, actually making the red beast angry enough to exhale heat and just leave before he destroyed something. Back then, it was bad enough for the dragon not to just carve on a wall, but needing to transport or memorize the information proved difficult.

At least Conway just laughed it off and gave the dragon a few days to calm down. Much needed days, really, for the younger Zarj to reflect and think. 'Why was it so offensive for a wyrm to use tools and such?', 'Why not use such things that would make a task easier?', and of course 'What would the other nestmates think?'

A deep breath and slow head shake at his past self. Remembering that glass-shattering moment in his mind when he asked those questions, making him really take a step back and view his entire perspective in an entirely new one. Realizing just how much his- and every dragon he knew, own pride got in the way of his own tasks. Why he wouldn't even consider making them easier because it 'wasn't the dragon way'. Or that 'dragons do not use tools, their bodies provide everything they need.'

Yet, here were some dragons (from a different nest) that do use tools for their own work. Some having large thick blades attached to the bottom ends of their tails and slamming down on laid trees. Breaking it into sections within a few swings, into the logs that were more familiar to the red one; the ones from his nest's winter storage. Watching them be loaded into some large cart of sorts, one without wheels but a dozen ropes tied to the large crate.

They would have to be some incredibly strong fliers to lift and transport such a thing, speaking from the red dragon's own earlier experience. Let alone the fact that the large metal box could probably fit a dozen trees inside. It made Zarj's wing muscles sore just looking at it, as he just tried to finish his dinner. Then with a deep breath, getting up and flying down towards them.

The red wyrm landed a bit far and walked his way towards what seemed to be the bronze foreman of the operation. Giving a friendly upwards nod to the blue eyes gazed at the approaching dragon in question, but relaxed at the calm gesture. "Hello there." Zarj greeted them once they were done talking to another set of working wyrms, getting another look over from those blue discs.

"If you're here about your nest's firewood for the season, tellers say it's going to be a warm one. You won't need more heat." The bronze dragon stated somewhat bluntly and a bit loudly, her voice carrying very well over the noise.

"Well, kind of. More about winter-"

"Which will be on its way, but we'll need time." She stated a little thickly, getting a raised red paw to signal to hear him out. Watching her release a sigh in response, but nod regardless.

"My name is Zarj'annan. I'm from the nest close to the river border, but I'm not here to represent them or about their winter stock of wood specifically." A gesture for the female's name, hearing her exhale through that muzzle but a little calmer knowing that the red one wasn't here to complain.

"Wuth'tarra. I'm in charge of this group."

"A fine group." Zarj took a quick gaze around. "Near our nest I discovered an orphaned wyrm that refuses to be adopted by an adult." The red one told a hopefully convincing lie. "I was wondering if I could purchase some firewood for their winter, and get an idea for a price."

"A wyrmling?"

"Yes. A stubborn and... Well, smaller than usual. To the point where these logs," A gesture to the ones being tossed into the crate. "May be too big for them to handle easily. I was also wondering if they could be cut smaller-"

"They will grow up soon enough to be able to, no need to worry about that." Wuth stated bluntly, looking over the area. "We've almost cleared this area out as much as I would like to. I would not want to push the forest further-"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I actually got the trees, but I've been having troubles finding methods of cutting them like your kind does." His orange gaze moved to those who were chopping the logs: some with the tail axes, others with ones similar to what the humanoids use. "I'm surprised you're using them like the children do."

"Who do you think taught them how to in the first place?" A curious look from the red one, but the bronze did not elaborate. "We don't do smaller cuts. The wyrmling will just have to roll the logs across the ground until they're big enough to lift them." A mixed expression formed on Zarj's face, and her gaze narrowed. "One winter will not cull them, but they really should be with an adult."

"T-true, but-"

"If you're that concerned, you can just lift it for them until they can do it themselves."

"W-well, yes, if I could fit inside their house-erm... Hole." Another narrowed gaze, making the red one sigh and lower his head. "Okay, I lied about the wyrmling. It's actually... A friend of mine. She's a humanoid that's a bit frail-"

"One of the children?" It was barely a question, almost aggressive as Wuth stonewalled her expression.

"Y-yes. She's doing me a favor, and in return she wanted me to help her with firewood for the winter. She can't do it herself, and I accepted."

"And now you're pawing it off to us."

"I was planning to pay you for your services." Her neck curled slowly in response, tilting with those metallic ears perked. "Hence the mention of price earlier... W-what is it?"

"Pay us...?" She curiously asked. "We... Don't accept payment, Jarg."

"I-it's Zarj." The red wyrm corrected. "And what do you mean?"

"We take care of our own. We're not doing this for reward or expectation." It was Zarj's turn to give the puzzled look. "Sheltered, aren't you?"

"I've just... Focused on different things in my life-"

"Then let me be the first to tell you how dragons work outside of your bubble: We Take Care Of Our Own. Not just our nest, but our own kind. Regardless of where they're from, regardless of what they need. We all take care of each other." She half grumbled, tossing her snout before continuing. "Doing it for payment or rewards, such a children's way of thinking about it." The red male's ears, gaze, and wings lowered. Hearing her sigh and placed a paw over her eyes for a moment. "What are you getting out of this." Wuth barely asked.

"Hm?"

"You stated that this..." Another pair of dragons passed by in earshot. "'Wyrmling' is giving you something in return. What is it?"

"Oh... Well..."

"You made a deal with a 'Troublemaker', whatever you tell me can't be anymore embarrassing than-"

"She's taking care of a flower for me." It left the bronze one's maw half open, staring into space thinking for a moment before closing that jaw. Stiffening it, taking a deep breath, making Zarj think she was trying not to get angry, but she was trying not to laugh. Eventually catching on as the red male tried not to chuckle at how silly it sounded. "I'm... Telling the truth as well."

"That's hard to believe."

"It's... Very important to me. It was gifted by a special friend I met recently and I... Don't know how to take care of it." Zarj admitted, getting another deep breath from the bronze female as she couldn't hide her small smile. Taking a moment to overlook the red male before nodding.

"...Alright, Zarj. I think I can do something. It'll take a day, so come by tomorrow."

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Day 2: East

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"Is everything okay, dear?" Valla asked the golden thread, finally snapping his gaze away from his coffee. Her expression did ask a softer, empathetic form of the question, knowing of what Alkar's recent experience was and how he was starting to feel about the west. Holding paws for a moment to really detect some lonesome emotions and the two nodded before he responded for the human's ears below.

"Yes, you just gave me a little bit of an idea for some work I need to do later. Some inspiration of where I can start, after coffee of course." With a small breath, the two dragon's heads returned to see Erlando gazing outside. Spooked at the sudden appearance of the serpents.

"T-that takes some getting used to." The small one chuckled. "You move surprisingly quick and fluid. I can understand why people associate you with snakes, you do move a lot like them."

"That's what most people say, it can startle quite a few who are not used to our presence." Alkar chuckled. "Especially when around snakelets who are full of energy. I've scared quite a few people in my younger days by zipping around in new places."

"New places?" Valla asked, a bit coyly, making those blue furred ears perk before half lowering. "Out visiting family that early?"

"W-well, there were a lot of events and such around and my mother really did want to travel. She's, erm... Big into family." A pondering study from the red one nearly making the male dragon whimper.

"Is... Everything okay?" The human below asked, looking between the two.

"Oh, everything is fine dear. Usually when people say that, they're talking about the Royal Family." A sharp whine in response from Alkar, covering his own muzzle with a paw for a moment. Making his own reply in a whisper.

"H-how did you know...?"

"I had my suspicious, but I didn't mean that you were actually part of it." That golden paw moved up to his eyes as Valla went up for a sip of her tea. "Until you confirmed it."

"Please don't speak so loudly-"

"-Just now." A sharp double take from the golden one, spotting a bit of a sly look from the female as she made a return. "I actually did mean that it wasn't uncommon for older ladies to keep in tabs with the Royalty in the territory." An embarrassed whine from the male serpent as he covered his eyes with his paws and those blue ears lowered in blush. All while Erlan looked between them.

"Wait, you're Royalty?" The question even got some customers and the staff to glance their way.

"Please don't speak so loudly." Alkardoc spoke quietly between the two.

"O-oh dear, I had no idea-"

"A-and I would very much like to keep it that way, please Erlando." Alkar half whimpered. "It's really not a big deal."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I'm quite far outside the main families in charge. Some would hesitate to even call me a prince, for the nearest metaphorical crown to my horns is over a dozen heads away." The golden one explained to both of them. "W-when people make a big deal about this, they think I have some kind of power or leverage, when I really do not."

"Don't sell yourself short, dear." Valla supported in a low voice. "Such bloodlines deserve respect."

"Respect I did not earn, Ma'xellia [respectful term when addressing a female; like Lady or Miss]." The golden one exhaled and quickly shook his head. "We can talk about this another time, but in short, I'd rather just be treated as an ordinary citizen, if you do not mind." The two nodded, though the human was a little bit slower to respond. "Thank you. I really must be going soon though."

"And I should get back to my own work." A double take from Alkar, making Valla stare at him blankly for a moment.

"...You mean Rest."

"Of course. Same thing." A soft chuckle from the male serpent. "It was wonderful meeting you, Erlando."

"Yes, an absolute pleasure." The golden one added.

"It was lovely meeting dragons for the first time as well. You're far more kind than I would imagine." The two smiled at him before slipping back up to finish their now warm drinks.

"How long is your stay in the city?" Valla asked from above.

"Oh, me?"

"Yes, I imagine Alkardoc isn't going too far." There was a bluntness to her statement that seemed much more like the red dragoness.

"I think a couple more days due to the roads being difficult to clear."

"They say that, but it should be ready to travel very soon." The golden one floated out of his hammack, taking his dishes down to the lower table for the staff. "But I would love to have more time to socialize." That made the human smile, though now really realizing just how large the serpents were up close.

"I would... Like that too." The young man said a bit nervously, a bit more when the female slipped down surprisingly quickly too.

"Good luck on your pilgrim, Erlando." She said, setting her own dishes down and the two snakes gave a little bow in respect. Getting a Goodbye as a reply before the mated pair left the area, taking a deep breath from the not-so-busy streets and sharing a smile.

"You were... Surprisingly friendly in there. More so than usual." Alkardoc shyly said, almost seeing the mask drop on her face immediately.

"You could still tell, couldn't you?" A bit of a worried look from those cyan eyes as she looked back inside for a moment. "Like I said, I do try sometimes, but..."

"It does not come naturally to you..."

"It really does not. And I can understand your concerns and needs for others. I apologize for not being able to entirely bring you such satisfaction-"

"No, no, no, dear. You do not need to apologize for it." The golden one took her closest hand gently, actually getting a lightly surprised jerk from the female but she did not entirely pull away. "I just..."

"You need something more. I understand." Valla replied bluntly. "I am trying though."

"And I love that you are." Alkardoc smiled at her, getting one back. "Alright, I need to schedule something for tomorrow, then I need to meet up with Octtu."

"Oh, he's the..." The red one grunted, trying to think. "Silver? Green mane?"

"Correct, yes!" Alkardoc smiled brightly. "I'm surprised you remembered him."

"A little difficult not to, due to his introduction." The two chuckled. "I can't say I enjoy the taste of clay discs."

"Nor his ability to aim, that's true. Is your fang still loose?"

"No, no. Everything is fine. But alright, I've got some work to do myself. I'll see you tomorrow, Alkar."

"Rest up, dear." The two serpents shared a small kiss before parting ways. The golden one passing the window to the cafe and waving goodbye to the pilgrim inside one more time before flying off.

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It felt like he was drifting in deep water, without the struggles of breathing or the heaviness that accompanied such a thing. Slowly coming to as his large red body attempted to stretch and find the center of mass for balance. Almost throwing it in a panic when it couldn't quite be found, but also when a presence was felt nearby.

The wyrm's opened to the cosmos; all at a distance and seemed to be passing by slowly like clouds. Searching around and instantly spotting the golden thread holding his own muzzle, trying not to make a noise as Zarj's face lit up brightly. "Forgive me, it's like watching a little snakelet fly or swim for the first time." Alkardoc chuckled, watching the more intimidating looking dragon squirm in the air. "You get used to it after a bit."

"I-I'm not certain how. It feels like I'm floating in place." Zarj half whimpered, trying to 'swim' in the air to keep balance. Not quite being able to do so without something to hold onto, and like magic it seemed to summon the golden thread to slip into his embrace. Giving the large wyrm a tight coil while the wyrm returned it. Perhaps a little too tightly as Alkardoc gave a little yelp. "T-too tight?"

"I'm not quite used to your strength, I'm afraid." The two shared a chuckle.

"If you think this is tight, you should've seen the dragons I met today then." A little whistle from that red muzzle, getting the serpent curious. "L-long story, I won't bore-"

"I'd love to hear it." A double take from Zarj as his orange gaze rested on that smile, warming the heart behind that armored chest. Giving the golden one another tight hug, making the long dragon squeak a little. "Easy now, dear~"

"I-I know, just... Having someone eager to listen to me and what I have to tell..."

"It is what you've probably wanted for quite some time, yes?" A golden paw softly stroked within the center of that chest armor. "I can feel it, a form of social neglect lacking nourishment." A bit of a sad look from the two, but Alkar didn't dwell on it. Instead kissing noses with the wyrm. "Tell me about your days. What have you been up to?"

"Oh dear... Well, I... I still have your flower, but it didn't seem to be enjoying its stay in my cave." Those fluffy ears perked as the eastern dragon's head tilted in puzzlement.

"Your... Dark, damp cave away from-"

"S-sunlight yes, I recognize my mistake now." A soft chuckle from the golden one. "So, in my slight panic of not knowing how to care for your gift in the slightest... I searched the forests for some information on them. Trying to find ones that did grow and perhaps study them. But upon my searches..." Zarj's ears blushed heavily, getting a more curious stare from that cyan gaze.

"You, what?"

"I spotted a... Caretaker of planets, of sorts."

"A gardener?"

"I believe that would be the correct word, yes." The large one shyly whimpered, getting another soft chuckle and a chin-tickle from those whiskers. "I spied on them for a bit, but... It's hard for us westerners to..."

"Hmm?" A noise in question left Alkardoc before it came to mind. "Oh! Oh..." A little smile. "It was not a dragon."

"T-they were not, no. One of the children." That instantly made the serpent chuckle, even knowing it was coming. But it did make Zarj smile at how silly it may have sounded to his friend. "Old habit that I'm trying to break. Though I'm struggling to find a better word for them-"

"People, or Person, dear." Another teasing nose kiss. "Continue, please~"

"That would work." A small breath from the red one. "So I gathered up my courage-" The squeak of a chuckle that escaped from the long one, only to fully come out when the western dragon gave the other a teasing squeeze. "And I approached them... Approached her."

"Oh?"

"Annnd scared her off." A shy whine followed by Alkar's laugh. "At least she only took shelter in her home, allowing me to communicate and introduce myself. As well as explaining what I wanted." A glowing curiosity from the serpent.

"Did you make a friend?" The red one tried to shyly look away, but couldn't hide his smile.

"I... Made a friend yesterday, yes." There was an intense radiance within the golden chest as Alkar hugged the large one tightly. Getting one back while really feeling a... Hopefulness from the long dragon. Like a strange echo within the serpent's body.

"What was her name?" An inhale to answer, but Zarj froze in place. Instantly losing it and making the Thread laugh aloud.

"Hold on, I'll get this!" The wyrm grumbled, battling with his thoughts against the giggles of his eastern friend. "Naatha- no! Neetu-? Natla! Nevan? Nathan."

"Nathan sounds like a male's name." A grumble from the red dragon as he covered his face with a paw.

"She never corrects me when I'm saying it wrong, so I just say whatever comes to mind at first. I know it starts with an N... Or was it an M?"

"Or perhaps a silent letter in front of it?" A double take from the wyrm, now displaying a blank stare. Actually echoing a little bit of fear as he never even thought of that. "Don't worry about it dear, so long as she does not take offense."

"She doesn't seem to, but... She's holding something in. Something bad." A curious noise in question as the red one sighed. "I've never been very good at talking about feelings, nor even listening, but I was trying earlier today with her." A nod for Zarj to go on. "I... I'm not sure what I said but it upset her somehow. I do not believe I insulted or demeaned Natha, but..."

"What happened?"

"...We talked yesterday about what I needed, and she wanted something in return. I delightfully agreed to get her some firewood for the winter, which is something I am not experienced in but it's a learning process. And..." The red one groaned overdramatically, making Alkardoc chuckle. "Wood is Heavy."

"It really is dear, yes." A small laugh. "Even I've noticed such a fact lately."

"I carried a few trees we marked to her home-" A sudden double take from the bearded muzzle got Zarj's attention, feeling those azure eyes look over his upper half while those fluffy ears blushed.

"C-carried...?" A nervous nod from the wyrm, a little puzzled from the question.

"Y-yes, how else was I going to transport them?" Alkar opened his mouth to answer, only to suddenly remember: No Magic. Causing his eyes to drift down the larger dragon's body again and become a little flustered. Touching the heavy scales and detecting the muscles with.

"Y-you carried them...? Dragged them on the ground, yes?"

"N-no no, I tried to grab four of them at a time- but did end up dropping one mid-flight." Another double take with a more intense stare from the serpent, especially when there was no indication of the red one fibbing. Leaving Alkardoc to whimper in a huff as he attempted to compose himself. "I-is everything okay?"

"Y-yes, dear. I'm... Just having a difficult time composing myself." The long dragon bashfully admitted, almost shy about looking the wyrm in the eyes. "Hearing tales of such a thing is... Surreal." It made the wyrm chuckle.

"If you think I'm strong, wait until you see some of the lumberjack dragons I seen today." Those cyan eyes focused on Zarj for a few moments, watching the red one raise an arm and flex it, then use his other to display how much thicker the lumberjack dragons seemed to be; once again with no warnings of lies. Perhaps a tad bit of exaggeration, but it only made the serpent huff and whimper until he couldn't hold it back anymore.

Alkardoc braced the western dragon's head and gave it a kiss, a deep kiss. Getting a surprised yelp from Zarj but no resistance, only participation as they lapped against each other's tongues. Their muzzles locking with intensity with the wyrm's showing much greater strength than the serpent's, but not trying to overpower the golden one. Only feeding those urges more and more as the long body adjusted slightly. Rubbing sheaths down below while almost tilting the red one on his back- or so it half felt like it to the western one.

Tails coiled to keep attached as each muzzle locked tenderly. The golden thread gripping Zarj by the upper arms, really getting a good feel of those biceps while gyrating his hips. Allowing those pouches to press and those protections to nearly prod each other, especially when their peaks began to push through. Tongues wrestled against one another within the surreal state, where everything seemed slightly foggy like in a dream to the larger dragon. Yet...

The touch. The touch felt so real. Like back in that small grotto when they were hiding from the storm. Like back at the river when they last made physical contact. Zarj'annan could feel it all: the heated breaths and blush from that azure bearded muzzle. The slight dampness on his forked tongue vs the more wet one of the western's own. The details in those foreign fangs and maw compared to his wider one, the shimmer and softness of those treasured scales that his red pads slid across...!

And that heartbeat, now fluttering much like his own. The pulses were felt in delays from every place they touched: Snouts, paws, the serpent's sides, sheaths, balls and tails. There was no parallel to this moment; it was just the two of them together. No air besides their own, no noise besides their own purrs and living beats. No fluids that were not their own pre dripping from their tips and whatever they were sharing within that deep kiss. Not even gravity seemed to exist as the wyrm got lost in the faint rotation, yet no need to correct himself in freefall. Allowing those spread wings to arc forwards and embrace the eastern dragon Zarj missed so much.

Alkardoc. A great comfort accompanied such a name as it echoed through the red dragon's spirit. A glow of happiness that made his own armored core illuminate within the broad chest. And though he knew what the serpent may think of such a thing; the wyrm's possessive nature was so delighted to have the Thread in his clutch. For the foreign dragon was currently Zarj's above anyone else's, even Alkardoc himself-

A sudden chuckle broke the kiss and the red one out of his hypnotic thoughts. "W-what is it?"

"Zarj, dear~" A slight whimper in response. "You're letting your avarice get away with you, are you not?" Those frilled ears blushed as that golden snout nuzzled his crimson own in a tease. "Though I cannot tell what you were thinking, your... Greed, for lack of a better word, flared very strong within."

Zarj chuckled. "You caught me. I just... Longed for this so much over the last few days." The two hugged tightly for a few moments, Alkar's neck wrapping behind Zarj's own.

"Alright. For this night, I will let you claim me." A growl of pleasure from the wyrm as Zarj'annan attempted to keep himself calm. "Not just to satisfy your avarice nature, but because I think it would be an interesting perspective."

"To be my greatest treasure, you mean?" The red one flirted back, the two blushing as the long one released a bashful Awwh. Feeling that red paw once again lead that bearded chin to his own for a small smooch, then a much larger one. Locking fangs again as their grips tightened on both arms and tails.

Finding the correct rhythm took time, as the wyrm seemed to have a slower but much stronger movement. Even when the serpent attempted to slow down to Zarj's speed it didn't quite seem to work well. But moving his thrusts to about 1.5x speed made for a good match over their growing rods, pulsing with life and readiness with every heartbeat. The two frotted their lengths, the wyrm's single sliding between the serpent's twins wrapped in their warmth. Swearing they could slightly move like tendrils as they slid up and down the larger dragon's shaft.

Zarj's strength was beginning to sneak past his restraints, gripping the much thinner dragon's sides and back. Keeping one paw just below Alkar's shoulder blades and the other as far down as he could comfortably reach, still allowing them plenty of room to continue thrusting and rutting tools together. Motions that were getting more and more exaggerated as the two lost themselves within the muzzlelock. Tongues sliding up against one another much like the lower spears, fangs hooked loosely, and tails tangled. Mostly the serpent's golden one wrapped around the thicker red, like a rope around a sturdy tree branch.

To move without gravity took some getting used to, even quite different than attempting to 'swim in air'. Zarj honestly felt like he was playing the eastern dragon like a string instrument, pulling his body down while thrusting that tool in between the serpent's twins. Letting the long one pull back and perform his own thrust as well, generating a heat of sorts as their pre dribbled in between the two bodies. Colliding with the golden or red scales instead of sliding down as a lubricant.

The wyrm's breaths began to become more and more heated as Zarj was worked up, especially with that thought of 'claiming' his loved one bounced around in his skull. Stoking his instincts and making that larger draconic tool throb in frustration, an instinct the wyrm was trying to suppress. Which only caused his breaths to burn hotter, to the point where the eastern one had to let go and shake his muzzle quite violently. "A-are you alright?"

"Y-yes, dear." Alkar pawed at his own inner muzzle a bit, acting as if he just tried something incredibly spicy. "I-I suppose I should've expected some heat from your muzzle, but that wasn't there the first couple of times we kissed."

"That... Happens when we're trying to..." The red dragon blushed, expecting the curious stare from those cyan discs. "Trying to fight for dominance during sex." It was the thread's time to become bashful, unable to stop himself from smiling.

"You were trying to dominate me, were you?"

"Y-you wanted me to claim you, Alkardoc! You can't expect me to control myself with such a suggestion!" Zarj whimpered, nearly embarrassed while the eastern one chuckled. Feeling the longer one adjust himself on top of the western beast and tap that broad chest. "M-maybe we shouldn't let me lead just yet."

"Zarj, dear." A noise in question that was almost a whine. "Pain can be detected in the realm as much as pleasure, but physical harm itself cannot be transferred over. I would like to experience this... Primal instinct of yours, if you are willing- though perhaps in its most gentle form." Though the wyrm spoke in heavy huffs and whimpers, an electricity of excitement was felt passing through that crimson armor. "Please?"

"I-I can... Try, but Alkardoc..." The serpent responded in question. "You may have to snap me out of it, forcefully. I'll try to... Hold it back, but..." A heated purr left that plated throat.

"Westerns are quite rough, is that it?" Alkar rubbed that red chest, only really detecting the scaled armor through his sense of touch. Expecting the slight whimper of shyness from the larger dragon at this rate, but did not dwell on such a thing. After all, this was a time for reunion, not for study.

...Okay, a little bit of study as well. Such an idea came as a thrill for the serpent as he slid his pelvis forwards and up, easily detecting Zarj's 'weapon' throb in anticipation. Leading that tip to the base of that golden tail and resting on it for a few moments as the two males stroked each other. Touching noses and locking eyes but not maws just yet. Releasing heated breaths and shy smiles, deep blushes as both of their ears lowered in near unicine. Enjoying the few moments before Alkar spoke up. "The lead is yours, dear."

"Lead? R-right." Those red forepaws slid down the serpent's sides, grasping at- what he thought was Alkar's hips, but was still the long one's mid-back. Needing to reach forwards more to find the proper rear and gently guide it into rotations. Letting their movements help prod that slit that was nearly resting on the speartip since weight wasn't a factor.

However, doing so caused the serpent to curl around Zarj's shoulder, hearing the eastern one pant with shy breaths. Moreso when a single large prod was felt that nearly slipped in most of the larger flare, causing Alkar to gasp in pleasure and shutter. A series of clacks running down the golden body as his scales clicked from head to tail. "Y-you're as... Big as I remember."

The statement made the larger one chuckle as Zarj gently guided those hips in circles. Occasionally adding his own press into the thread's rear as the two purred, the western vocals being surprisingly louder than Alkar's. Taking his time to control his instincts as the longer dragon nearly danced on his rod before the western one pressed down on that paw while pushing up with his hips. Getting a little bit of a stalemate before feeling that flare squeeze through the serpent's slit.

They gasped. Loudly, before letting out rather similar moans and pants as that tool throbbed. Several droplets floating into the golden one's rear were felt while the wyrm braced his friend in place. Longing for this feeling for what felt like a year and a half; the warmth, the light grip around his shaft, the little noises that defined the eastern one's bliss. Though, attempting to restrain himself caused Zarj's own foreclaws to hold a little too tightly, digging into the softer scales but snapping himself out of it before causing any real pains.

The wyrm knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back for too long, his instincts were hungry and needed to be fed. So against his own desires, the large one let the moment pass and press forwards. Guiding that golden rear up and down while the red hips pressed up a tad closer. Loving that soft ring around his shaft and the warmth inside the eastern dragon, to the point where Zarj had to show it. Gently moving to push Alkardoc's chest back and return that now puzzled muzzle to the red one's front. Only to blush much heavier when the western one gave him a deep kiss. One that lasted and lasted as the motions continued.

Together, they shared everything. Tongues, huffs, purrs, motions and moments. With every thrust that red pelvis did, lifting that serpentine behind up slightly where the metallic tail could pull back down. Closing the gap and sliding that length a little farther into Alkar. Repeating that with slight variations; twists, grinds, adjusting strengths and speeds. Occasionally breaking the kiss, feeling the wyrm's muzzle nip at that golden collar and lick after. The heat itself was enough to fog the golden scales, venting the flames stoked deep within that plated furnace. Fangtips were felt slightly raking along the serpent's neck and collar while that rod throbbed inside, adding the thrill of danger to the eastern one's mind. Especially when more and more of the larger body's power was felt within the motions, he could only imagine if Zarj actually got on top of him... What would these instincts be like?

Rotations continued, lasting for what felt like hours as the eastern one was trying to keep himself from climaxing too soon. Going against the endurance of such a beast while his twin towers leaked between their bodies. With the light gnaws against his neck and the cooperative effort of intercourse, Alkardoc fared relatively well, honestly. But the thickening of the wyrm's weapon was just too much for his excitement, occasionally getting a hot squirt deep inside his form and the serpent braced himself. Tightening his grip on those shoulders, flexing that red tail towards his own and keeping that rod buried deep into Alkar's slit. Trying to pause for a break, to last just a little bit longer, but it was just too much.

The bearded maw's breaths grew more and more rapid, those furred ears lowered and that long body shuttered as it moved into an arc. A sudden whimpering gasp left him as pairs of torrents leaked between the two, giving Zarj some sense of relief that it was just the eastern dragon's climax. Trying to help his golden friend through the euphoric state with his own movements, even attempted to find those spraying rods and milk them with tender strokes.

Judging by the serpent's reaction and vocals the wyrm did well, even getting a few of the floating squirts to reach the space between their maws. Allowing the red one to collect the white substance to once more enjoy that slight blackberry flavor with a purr while Alkardoc panted. Almost embarrassed he couldn't keep it in for as long as the western, but a strong arm brought his bearded muzzle closer. Into a deep kiss to share the serpent's own flavor with the beast he was currently attached to.

And anchored he was getting, as that western weapon continued to thicken and grow within the longer body. Pulsing larger, especially at the base and tying the golden thread with its own knot. Throwing Alkar into heavy pants and shutters of excitement while the larger wyrm held him, Zarj strong-arming his own instincts by breaking the kiss and just holding his friend tight while his climax began. That thick body locking up all muscles, breaths getting more and more heated. Hips trying to hammer into that slit but without the aid of gravity it was much safer for the eastern dragon. Aside from the fact that those arms were bracing the serpent against the armored chest-

Until Zarj'annan released a powerful roar! A surge of energy that was equally threatening as it was thrilling channeled through the red dragon's body along with this intense wave of heat coming from behind Alkardoc's head. A bright blue blade of light exhaling out of the red muzzle, naturally morphing into the shape of a bubble; looking like a sort of magic to the golden one.

No. Not magic. Flame. The western dragon's breath weapon, but without a form of pull, it would lack the standard 'licks' and 'tongues' that a fire would have. It was the wyrm's fire without gravity, being released instinctively as an eruption of hot spunk was felt gathering inside of the serpent. Almost too much of it as the pressure grew and grew. Lasting several moments before slowing down and the beast finally regained control over himself, panting heavily while the bubble of heat disappeared into the void.

Several pants later, Zarj brought the eastern one's head closer to another snout touch. Waiting a moment with his breaths but the serpent jumped in with another muzzle lock- instantly breaking it and backing off with a yelp to the red one's own surprise. "A-are you okay-?"

"Gah, that's still very very hot!" Alkar flicked his forked tongue a few times in a hiss.

"Y-yes, I thought it might be." The two shyly chuckled as the western one continued to exhale long breaths to help cool down his maw. "Maybe I should've warned you."

"I didn't expect it to be that intense after it was out."

"I don't think I ever... Released so intensely before. B-but I thought it might be better than the alternative."

"Alternative?" The golden one perked his ears, following that orange gaze to where a red paw was stroking the golden shoulder. No wounds were present or felt, but some... Scratches against his form were slightly detected. "Oh, biting? Your kind bites during mating?"

"Y-yes."

"That would probably be more dangerous, yes." Another shared chuckle as they held each other close. "But... Worth the risk, I would say. That was lovely, Zarj."

"It... Really was, Alkardoc. Thank you."

"Thank you as well. I imagine we will both wake up to quite a mess once this is done. I hope you didn't set anything on fire."

"I've made that mistake in my sleep before, one almost every dragon makes." A small laugh from the golden one. "Every dragon that can exhale flames, I suppose. That's still so... Surreal to me how different we are."

"It gives us plenty of things to explore, that's for sure." A nod from the larger wyrm as his breaths began to gear down. Prepping for a slumber with dawn's thread in his embrace.

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Night 1 (Yes, One): East

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The night was nearly clear, with only scattered clouds and the remains of the storm to be seen at the very far distance. Everything was well illuminated from both the moon and the bright stars as the silver serpent coiled in the skies above the trees. Silent enough to not even disturb the birds sleeping or hunting within the forests.

His heart raced heavily, wondering if he was really going through with this. But Octtu'var's mind just couldn't shake the idea, knowing it was bad to eavesdrop on Alkardoc and his future mate. Drama and gossip was just too entertaining for him to miss out in it, and hoping to finally get a large reaction out of the red serpent.

The vibrant memory replayed in his head: he attempted to be discreet while following the golden thread through the forest, ending up losing track of where Alkar floated off to in that moment. But a loud slap did catch his green ears as he followed it and a loud hiss from Valla, missing some of the argument but ended up returning to them at the best possible spot.

Alkardoc crossed the river. He was forced out by the winds and met a westerner! Stating they were more kind than the monsters they grew up to believe. Was it true? Back in the present with him floating over the forests at night, Octtu's heart fluttering with excitement as he spotted the length of the treeline in the distance. Causing the silver one to slow down as a terrible fear began to overtake him.

Was it worth it? Worth Exile? To cross the border and explore a land uncharted by eastern dragons? To make conversations and friends with other western ones... But was it worth the risk of doing so-?

Floating along, almost dancing in circles as the serpent flew, Octtu spotted a clearing. And within were two wyrms on the grass- swearing they were looking up at him! Fright overtook his body as the silver serpent dove into the forest for hiding! Reaching the short grass and retreating through the thousands of trees until hiding behind a very big one.

His heart wouldn't stop nearly vibrating, his ears scanned the area while eyes were stuck on the image of them in his mind; two of them. Waiting in the grass. Out in the open. What were they waiting for? Was it a lure? -Were they waiting for Alkardoc!? What would they do to his friend if the golden thread attempted to cross the border again?

A heavy guilt and sense of foreboding filled the silver one as he turned around and looked past the tree in the western direction. Wondering if perhaps they were hunting Octtu now, definitely having this feeling of being watched... Preyed upon. And it wasn't until those ears caught something that they flicked- Behind him!

Vines suddenly erupted from the ground and wrapped over the silver scaled limbs! Throwing the serpent in a panic as he struggled- only to get grabbed from behind! Coiled and pulled down to the ground! "Stop." Another plant-based rope tying tightly around his muzzle as he struggled and squirmed, trying to get free as the binds grew tighter! "Stop! Stop Struggling!" A harsh whisper from the attacker, but the silver one didn't give up! Fighting for his life to get free as the attacker struggled to keep him down-!

Only to feel a sharp stab in his side! A cold pike of sorts accompanied by the worst pain Octtu ever felt in his life, causing his body to freeze in place as it created a wound deep into his chest. Releasing a painful howl that was muffled by the snout bindings while his own warmth began to leak out. Making it difficult to breathe as the attacker held onto him tightly.

His vision started to sway and get blurred with the darkness of the forest. The binds became strings that held his limbs in place; unable to gain the strength to fight against them. Breaths became more and more shallow as the area around him danced in near circles. Barely making out the presence of another coming to aid the attacker, and making out a warped vocal...

"WhAT THe HelL dID YOu dO!?"