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((Thank you, it really makes me feel good that you enjoy reading it. :) Your two lore dragons here, were their names based off of Skyrim? Their story is definitely bone-chilling. Poor Soslunfeyn! This was definitely a challenge to write, thank you for giving me the opportunity!))
The cavern fell into a cold silence, even the mists slowed down and did not swirl. The four Sanguinem Luna clan dragons looked at Soslunfeyn and at varying times their eyes fell closed. Heavy breaths caused them to inhale and exhale, even Noctis Timore's smile had fallen into a mirthless sneer. The dark mirror male was the first to move. He rose to his paws and stalked around the basin to sit before it.
The cavern was overtaken by a crimson light, eerie and familiar to the Sanguinem Luna dragons. The light bathed Noctis Timore in a terrifying halo. His head turned to look behind himself at his clan mates. "Don't step into my territory you two," he hissed at Tacet Mare and Clara Stella.
Tacet Mare's heavy sigh echoed throughout the cavern. "It doesn't take a mystic to see how this will end. She is all yours Noctis Timore."
Clara Stella nodded her head. "Agreed, poor thing."
Noctis Timore returned his sinister gaze to Soslunfeyn. His lips were curled to reveal his fangs, not in a mocking smile, but a disgusted snarl. "Gifts from deities are double-edged swords," said Noctis Timore, "There is no
if the jewel will fail. The jewel from the deity
will fail. You have your mate, or at least the memory of him, thanks to that trinket that he wears. The price of it will be that he will return to his current, and appropriate state of mind in due time."
Noctis Timore sniffed. "Your fear comes from your instinct's knowledge of the truth. You still
love him, despite what he has wrought upon you. Deep in your soul, you know the truth. He will never return to being yours. He made his decision long ago when he valued his
usefulness to his leader as opposed to his loyalty to you as your mate. His ambition will return a thousand fold, as his obsession has been allowed to grow under the veil of the deity's magic."
Noctis Timore's tongue clicked and his lips slowly twisted into his mirthless sneer once again. "You want a true solution that will stop the corruption that has overtaken him? Kill him; stop his twisted ambition, his obsession. Grant him peace."
Noctis Timore broke into a bone-chilling laugh. He rose to his paws and walked into the back of the chamber still laughing. "Blood magic always has its price and you're both paying for it dearly!"
In the shadows at the back of the chamber, Noctis Timore sat down. His lips still held the sneer. "Of course," he whispered, "I could always help you...help you both...to change that tragic fate..."
Tacet Mare opened his eyes to glare at Noctis Timore's back. "She's already been hurt enough by false hope, you snake!"
Tacet Mare rose to his paws. His head shook sadly. "The future we see for you and your mate is tragic," he said, "The hope of your love for each other is all but faded now. There is the
slightest of chances that you can bring him back to loving you again but it will fall upon him. He will have to
let go. I wish you the best of luck in trying to sway him to do such a thing."