Razeth trailed to the far right both guarding and keeping watch for humans. He wasn't at ease anymore in the jungle. Expecially when they'd have to travel as their weaker selves.
Valstrath followed in the rear. He watched broodmother and thought about what she'd explained to Nidhogg. Lifemagic? So that was why the jungle had kept them safe and even fought to save them. That must be powerful magic indeed. "Where did the original acid drinking vine come from broodmother?" He ventured to ask curiously.
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Reaper cleaved to his tiny son as he sobbed, to soothed himself as best he could. He couldn't tell him pretty lies, he knew what the humans were capable of. He glanced to storm in the cell adjacent to his. He looked to be a broken soul now. The vibrancy of before, dulled by his defeat. A movement caught his eyes I the cell across from him. Nevitha was pacing and kicking at the glass with her tiny foot here and there with her frustration. She glared at Trogdor in his arms almost envious of the attention he received. "Nevitha, I'd hug you too if I could. Know this as a certainty. " He called out to ease her.
Nevitha growled, "I am the strongest wyrmling! He's the last hatching weakling he'll always be! I need nothing from you, father of mine! You just coddle him all you want! " She snarled angrily as he turned to go sit in the corner of her cell.
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"Yout flatter me greatly Asclepius. I must say, I'm unaccustomed to such lavish praise from a male. " Xatia said with a smirk. She then shifted error gaze to the alphas as Zypher carried a very aged Aurora over to Jackie's cabin. "Somthing is draining her of life force and element magic. " She whispered softly.
" There is a small amount of magic in everything. All magics have certain rules. If you can learn those rules, you can use it to your advantage when necessary. I spent much time meditating, and communing, with the plants and creatures that live here. I've lived in this very jungle 1000 years, and in that time, I've come to know the true names of things, and how to bend them to my will. But, to do so requires a certain amount of return. Nothing is granted for free. Therefore, I took on the role as protector to the jungle, my mere presence causing the natives to avoid penetrating the veil here. We are the balancers here, in a sense. Besides, if we were to destroy the jungle, it would no longer produce delicious meats for us, so it behooves us to protect it. The jungle, in turn, has learned to trust us with its secrets. One of our collusions is the acid drinking vine, or the dragon's blood rose. I spent many a season breeding this plant. It is a masterpiece of dragon's magic combined with nature. There should still be plenty of seeds about our home. I shall gather some for each of you to use, should the need arise."
Slygotha walked tenderly on her bare human feet, padding as softly as a cat. Her braids piled like a crown on her head, she pushed her way through the thicket, continuing to teach her children mannerisms and local ancient customs. "That reminds me, we shall need to construct suitable coverings for all of us. Human skin is delicate, and they find their natural states lewd. Since we want to blend in, leaves may not be enough."
They were much nearer to the old lair now, the stench of battle hung in the air. Slygotha placed a hand on her sons' shoulders, as Nidhogg timidly peeked from behind. Nidhogg trembled, but didn't reveal her fear to her family. She didn't want to appear weak.
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Trogdor shot a reproachful glance at Nevitha, barring his little teeth at her. He realized that he wasn't very strong or smart, especially compared to his family.