@Triptune @TheSabreImperium @Recko
It was the Festival, and for once, life in the Keep would have been somewhat peaceful during a holiday- or at least until the Riot. The Gala? Absolute chaos as the clan itself was Iceborn. Jamboree or Carnival? Nearly equally as chaotic as a large chunk of the clan hailed from those regions or they simply feasted and celebrated with their allies.
But up until a few days prior, there were no fire dragons that lived within the Keep.
And then a small guardian arrived from an allied clan, an envoy of trust and peace. A starry eyed kid that Nike, being Nike, couldn't help but want to take care of and help.
Hence everyone's off week had become celebrate until dragons began to drop into sleep. And Pollux was having the worst lot of them all. As the only remotely fire-like dragon in the Keep- he was an earth dragon, he'd protested, only his mane burned and it was for battle, not for the Flamecaller- he'd been forced to play the part. The Keep had no representative of Fire yet- that was the hatchlings intended role within their clan- but in the meantime.
Pollux groaned and shifted under the weight of the wing guards. Arcturus gave him an amused look, and the lighter dragon snarled and stomped past his older packmate. He was supposed to be the Fire representative, and at the end of the week, there would be a special celebration to usher in the new dragon as his 'replacement'.
Until then... he just had to not crush the thing under his paws.
The night set in, and he shrugged out of his non customary gear, curling up in his corner of the lair and closing his eyes. Pollux knew a long week awaited him.
He'd been about to drift off to sleep when the pitter patter of small paws drifted to his ears, and he flicked an ear forwards and inched an eye open to spot the small guardian making his way over the bumpy cave floor to him.
The guardian looked up at Pollux, staring at him with wide orangey eyes. Pollux snorted and turned his head further around towards the fiery plume of his tail.
And to his utter shock, the guardian followed his head around, stepped onto his nose and over, and curled up between his shoulders and side, settling in and giving a massive yawn. Pollux was stunned. Hatchlings ran from him. He was a
berserker. Yet this creature showed no concern. The Imperial snorted.
Kid's got guts.
Maybe this week wouldn't be so bad after all.
again has nothing to do with updating bios, actually finishing brutus's visit, or announcing my next big lore thing... just a thing I felt like writing.
