Harmonylight
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- Jun 24, 2021
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also sorry if i'm doing too much drama with neoma, i'll try to lighten up on the next few parts if needed haha! i love writing and maybe it gets a little too intense... y'all tell me if i need to cut back on the intensity of stuff plz, if i need to on neoma's stuff i totally will! or i could be overthinking it.............. Which i totally never would do bc i never overthink stuff...... lolNeoma was laying on the sand, not asleep but yet not moving. Her mind was numb. She had just killed another dragon for the first time in her life.
The sensible part of her mind told her that she would have died if she didn't defend herself, but the truth of it was too obvious.
She didn't have to kill him. She had gotten carried away.
She had killed him in rage and in blindness.
Neoma closed her eyes, and another tear slipped out.
She heard the fighting around her subside, and heard large bodies collapse. She prayed silently it wasn't her group, but as she heard the triumphant growls and mutters around her that were too deep to be her crew, she lost hope that the rest were awake.
A rumbling sound filled the air, and all of a sudden a loud explosion seemed to rock the ground. Another grenade must have been thrown.
At least that meant the little human was still alive. And from the sound of it, she had escaped. Neoma grunted heavily as a claw was thrust into her ribs and a deep but female voice snarled, "This one's alive too."
Neoma guessed they had found the living bodies of her companions.
In a robotic voice, she mumbled, "Are the rest alive?"
A raspy laugh erupted from the one who was checking her. "Oh yes they are, mudworm. But by the time you're in the Scorpion Den, you'll wish they were dead."
A rotten stench filled Neoma's nostrils as the female Nightwing leaned closer and whispered.
"Their screams will make you wish they were already dead. No one wants to be alive in the Scorpion Den."
Neoma groaned, a sob rising in her throat and her chest feeling heavy. Somehow, she felt a weird grief at the thought of the others suffering. She knew that some of the stuff this Nightwing was saying had to be a bravado to scare her, but this knowledge didn't relieve her fears at all.
The thought of the others that she had been traveling with being hurt, and the thought of Helios being hurt as well overwhelmed her. She didn't feel a strong connection with any of them except maybe Eclipse, and that was only because of their shared species.
And yet...
She couldn't bear the thought of losing them. Maybe it was because they were the first dragons she had interacted with in seven years, maybe because she couldn't bear more deaths, maybe because she couldn't handle being alone again.
But either way, she got mad. Her eyes opened and she glared at the Nightwing looming over her, who chuckled dryly.
"Bonereader, I don't think she likes you!" A snort came from somewhere Neoma couldn't see, but she didn't turn to look for the voice. She held her angry stare at- Bonereader, apparently.
Bonereader grinned wickedly. "I'm not fussed if she does or not!"
Neoma clenched her jaw. The repercussions for her next action probably would be heavy, but since she had wanted to die only a moment before, she wasn't that concerned.
Neoma wasn't heavily injured in the fight. Her pains were mostly inward. The most that had happened was a few bruises and sore muscles. She had mostly surprise attacked her opponents, and then collapsed.
So she raised her head and bit hard on Bonereader's front leg. The taste of blood filled her mouth and the smell hit her nostrils.
She immediately let go of Bonereader's leg, ignoring the pained squall the Nightwing let out. Neoma turned her head, feeling dizzy and sick again. Her stomach convulsed, and she was sick there on the sand.
"Ewww... Yucky..." "Weakling can't handle blood!" "Bonereader, you must need to clean your scales more often."
Neoma heard these jokes in the background, but she was concentrating more on taking deep breaths and trying to vomit more. All she could think of was the dragon she had just killed and his sightless eyes, staring at her as blood poured out of his neck.
A hard kick to her spine as she lay on her side made her yelp in pain. Bonereader stood over her again, a furious gleam in her eyes.
"Well then. I think you'll wish you were dead too now... In fact I'll make sure of it." She lifted her bitten leg and inspected it disdainfully, shaking droplets of blood off. They hit the sand near Neoma and stained the sand red. She looked at the droplets, and for a moment, they didn't affect her. She looked back at Bonereader, and with a moment of raging clarity, said, "I wish that was your neck."
The next pain she felt was a throbbing pang in her neck as Bonereader angrily stabbed her with a tranquilizer needle. As everything began to fade, she heard the Nightwings shouting to each other to hold tightly to the others.
Neoma began rising into the air, being tightly held by her wingbones in the talons of two Nightwings, and another beneath her in case she dropped.
It was a strange feeling to be in the air without the movement of her wings. But not an experience she got to feel very long, because everything went black.