Mongrel

As Gilgamesh stood in the middle of the transformation circle he began to hurt. HE hurt at his shoulders and his eyes. HE expected his shoulders but never did he expect his shoulders nor this pain. The pain rose and rose till all he could do was scream. Even Ataashi stopped dead in his tracks and backed away. A prophecy he knew of was coming true before his eyes and he had to admit he was afraid. BEfore him being born was an Emperor dragon. The legendary three headed imperial born of those dragon who had fallen. HE watched in an awed horror as Gilgamesh, the king he had given plague eyes grew two extra heads. HE watched as those heads instantly went at one another to kill eachother again. Snapping clawing their magick blasted from Gilgamesh and more dragons of this ancient clan began to rise. All identcal male and females alike recreating this amazing war of stories.

Gilgamesh blinded by bandages to protect the newly implanted eyes could only cry out and look around helplessly as the heads form and began attacking one another. Yet it was this attacking one another that would end the war this clan knew. As now the brothers Mongrel the demon and Fennick the angel would start to feel the pain they inflicted on one another. After all it was now one body fighting itself and they control no other part of this body then their own head. It was painful to bite and painful to be bitten. So much so both came to the same conclussion after what felt an eternity. It wasn't worth it.

Finally the kings body sank down and laid exhausted. All the dragons which had been brought to life were now healing with the help of Ataashi and his Ritual of transmutation carving runes that would keep these dragons alive as if they had never died. Monrel and Fennick watched as their loved ones were brought back to life. They too noticed the suffering head between them. Setting their fight aside they focused on this head till all three began talking and understanding. They were all imperials and understood what they now were. It. Was, Forbidden.... Emperors... were forbidden and considered beyond evil. None of them wished for this so they all three spent days learning to deal with being one dragon... The twins lost their need to fight as now they were both on Gilgamesh.. a king to a large clan much like the one they had known. This allowed for the other dragons to stop fighting as well and take advantage of a new chance to live.

Mongrel, Gilgamesh, and Fennick were so grateful to the necromancer and his mate that they asked him to become a member of the clan. Ataashi agreed on the promise he could run his busniess. The kings could not have been happier to welcome this business into their clan. [/i]