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Nymphs
“Nomercy.”
The voice was quiet but commanded authority. Any dragon who heard it would immediately shoot up and do whatever the voice demanded. Unless that dragon was Nomercy, in which case he would roll over, touch his Charge with his tail in order to ensure its safety, and go still again.
“Nomercy,” the voice purred again. “Please rise.”
“I have no need to,” came the guardian’s reply.
“
Nomercy I swear to gods I will rip your tail off and beat you to death with it.” The voice was no longer honey-sweet and persuasive, exchanging these qualities for a low, hissing tone.
Nomercy opened an eye. His lips curled in a rare smile. It was quite terrifying. “You threaten me every morning. I could tell Thunderflare and have you thrown out of the clan.”
“You wouldn’t do that to me.” The voice was lyrical and soft again. “I tried
two times this morning, Nomie. That should count for something.” A gray, crystal guardian poked his head into Nomercy’s cave.
“Yes, well, in the end you still decided that I was a lost cause and resorted to violent words,” Nomercy said, rising. His amusement turned to confusion, and he wrinkled his snout. “Is that your webwing’s skull, Deidre.”
“Hmm?” Deidre looked at his arm. He chuckled softly. “No, of course not. I caught a webwing earlier, and since Razelan shed last night, I figured I might as well make something with her feathers.” He tilted his head, grinning. “And the webwing head.”
“You realize Razelan
is a webwing, correct?” said Nomercy. “What will she think of this?”
“Hey!” Deidre bumped Nomercy with his tail. “You called her ‘she’ instead of ‘it’! We’ll train you yet!”
Nomercy’s pale blue skin darkened. “Mm,” he said, his tone neutral.
“Anyways, Nomercy,” Deidre said, turning. “The lovebirds’ nymphs are at it again and you’re the only one they’re scared of, so.”
“Gods,” sighed Nomercy. “I should just kill those creatures.”
Deidre clucked his tongue. “Bad idea. You wouldn’t want the Earthshaker after you, would you?”
“Aegis and Starzonyte need to learn how to properly take care of nymphs.” Nomercy’s fins twitched. “They need to understand that they cannot just let them do gods know what while they… do whatever it is those necromancers do.”
Deidre snorted a laugh. “Necromancer is a bit of a strong word, don’t you think, Nomie?”
“We know nothing of Starzonyte’s history,” Nomercy reasoned. He scooped his Charge up and held it close to his heart, as if protecting it from all the evil of the world. “We would be caught off guard if she revealed herself to be Shade-touched.”
“Starzonyte’s a Light dragon, and we don’t have time for this conversation, so
come on, Nomercy,” Deidre said, some of the earlier edge creeping into his tone.
Nomercy huffed and followed him. It was a strange sort of huff. It might be mistaken for a chuckle.
***
“FOR THE LOVE OF BOSTON,” screeched Malphite, backpedaling away from her desk. An electric nymph immediately smashed into the oil lamp she had placed next to her work.
“Pah!” The nymph spat a fizzling blue ball of lightning at the ground. “Not electric! You need electricity!” He wagged a scolding finger at Malphite. “No electricity in
any of Dragonhome!” His accent made the i’s sound like ee’s.
A boulder nymph appeared, her eyes wide with hunger. “I told you,” she said to Malphite, her soft Earthen voice both threatening and cold. “I told you I’d take your den. It’s one huge boulder. How do I get it up?”
Malphite made a noise like a whistling tea kettle. “Is that
all you ever
care about, gods-damned
electricity and
boulders? You’re
ruining my study!”
“I’ll take your den one way or another,” the boulder nymph said, unblinking.
“All right!” said Deidre in a friendly tone, poking his head into Malphite’s study. “I brought someone here who wants to talk to you two!”
“Nedus. Bounty.” Nomercy’s critical tone was enough to freeze even the most hotheaded of Fire dragons. “Stop. Now.”
Nedus darted to Nomercy’s side. “You don’t understand, sir!” he chirped, his voice shaking only slightly. “My Aegis needs electricity or he wouldn’t have me!”
Nomercy tilted his head. “Aegis is a brute with no survival skills. He is going to leave on his Search soon enough, and I am certain that you will be left behind.”
Nedus drooped, looking forlorn. “My Aegis wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly.
“My Starzonyte specifically told me to collect boulders for her,” Bounty said, devoid of emotion. “And I can’t choose to do anything other than what my Starzonyte wishes.”
“Your Starzonyte is an air-headed fool who can’t hunt worth
sh*t,” Malphite interjected helpfully.
“You read my mind,” Deidre said, his voice cheery.
“Gray guarddragon,” said Bounty, whirling to look at Deidre. “I would rather tear off my fingers and eat them than work for my Starzonyte. If it weren’t for her stronger magic, I would have disposed of her body long ago.”
Deidre smiled uneasily. “Yes, of course,” he said, looking over to Nomercy.
“This is not the conversation we were meant to be having,” the blue guardian sighed. “Stop interrupting Malphite’s work and look for boulders and electricity other places.”
“Think there
is any electricity in Dragonhome?” snorted Nedus, but he nevertheless darted from the room.
“I will get your den one day, snapdragon,” Bounty said, looking over her shoulder as she followed her companion.
“Those two are
terrifying, Hope and Boston,” sighed Malphite, sinking onto the ground.
“Sorry about them,” Deidre said, stepping out of her study. “Have a nice day!”
Nomercy exited as well, and watched the nymphs make their way over to their dragons. He turned and slipped back into his den, clutching his Charge to his chest.
***
Night fell. The sounds of sleeping dragons filled the camp. Bounty snorted. That wasn’t good for hunting.
She stared at Starzonyte before leaving. The pearlcatcher slept outside rather than in a den. Perhaps a passing harpy clan might see her from above and attack. But then, Bounty supposed, the harpies might also attack Nomercy or Malphite, and she quite liked Nomercy and Malphite. And she didn’t mind the bumbling tundra they accompanied more often than not..
Bounty slipped away, her wings blurring, her pupils widening to take in all the moon’s light they could. The Earthshaker hadn’t blessed her with the sharpest night vision — she wasn’t an ichor nymph, after all — but she could at least see.
Especially when something glowed in the dark and smelled like food.
Bounty touched down lightly and crept forwards. A glowing pocket mouse, a baby one. Away from its mother. Easy to take.
She approached and took the creature gently into her hands. It would have a quick death. It wouldn’t hurt. It would just be food.
Most dragons never see a nymph or a sprite’s mouth. They speak with their hands in front of their lips; it’s considered polite in their culture. But Bounty didn’t have to cover her mouth now. No, now whoever was watching could see her lips curling back, her huge sharp teeth lining every centimeter of her mouth, her forked pale tongue.
And that
thing was going to eat Cyperus.
Alark lunged forward. He was much bigger than Bounty, and the boulder nymph immediately released the now-dark pocket mouse and scrambled backwards. Alark considered snatching her into his jaws, but she was gone before he could.
It wasn’t important. What was important was Cyperus.
Alark cooed to the little mouse. “There, there, Cyperus is fine, he’s all okay, Cyperus is going to be fine…” He lifted the mouse to his head, where it rejoined its family, a tired-looking dark doe and a young white female.
A growl rumbled in Alark’s throat. “Maybe Alark better pay that nymph’s family a little visit, eh?”
And he set off with his nose to the ground, tracking where Bounty had gone.
Sorry for the late update! I had a bit of trouble coming up with something I liked. But Nedus and Bounty were fun to write. And I get to introduce Deidre, who I love.
Also my nerd Alark.