G2
100kt
Only 2 with these colors and the other dragon is exalted
Saw him in a hatchery as a last call dragon and wanted to 'rescue' him. A pricey whim :')

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Ayura sighed, his breath sounding like a whistle as it went through bony lips. He tossed his mane as he paced back and forth, trying to calm his nerves. Everything just felt too quiet, as if something horrible was coming. He heard the bushes in front of him rustle. He released a sigh of relief, readying his wings. Finally, his suspicions were proven correct.

He was a massive imperial, he does not need to fear anyone. He began to breathe in deeply, his eyes dancing with mad lights as he spread his wings. His throat began to tear and burn from the inside as a white hot flame built deep within him. His muscles began to tense as the rustling got louder, his eyes narrowing. He was ready.

Soon, three ridgeback triplets stumbled in, whining and squeaking as they had their tails curled together for warmth. His eyes widened, and he gagged on the fire in his throat. He had to lift his head high into the air and blow out a massive fireball, the flames being twinged in blood for holding it so long. He coughed raspily as the hatchlings looked up at him, innocently.

“Sir? Can you let us in? Our parents are from the Pond, but uh…we got lost. We wanna stay here for a bit until it becomes day.” The one in the middle asked politely, the other two putting on the best puppy dog eyes they could muster.

Ayura nodded with a small smile, though thanks to his skull mask it is impossible to discern his emotion. “Sure, sure. You three were too polite for me to turn away,” he says cordially, letting the hatchlings in as they eagerly dove into the den. He sighed softly, curling up on himself as he scratched his neck with a sharp back claw.

The bushes began to rustle again, only this time they were louder. Ayura looks more on guard as this seems like a bigger threat. Soon he realized that this is not one dragon. It was a whole party rushing past him into the den. He recognized almost everyone besides two small faes, who tried to slip in amongst the chaos.

Ayura growls, and quickly snatched the two figures, tossing them into the air as he bit their tails to hold them in place. “What are you doing here?” He says softly, though his voice cut through the little faes like knives.

The larger one spoke up, braver than his cowering husband. “We are looking for shelter like we are entitled to do! Our home was ransacked, we need somewhere to go!”

Ayura’s eyes burned into them both, trying to see how true their intentions were. After what seemed like hours, he sighed and let them go. “Fine, fine. Just let me know next time. All are welcome here.” He gently chided them as the couple rushed off, mumbling thanks before retreating to the comfy den.

He sighs softly as he lies down, burying his head in his wings. He was alone again, and even with the rather pushy fae, he would rather have that than the emptiness in his heart.