Sunspot’s eyes opened groggily, her eyelids seeming to weigh a hundred pounds. She was dimly aware of the sun on her back, and wind in her ears. Her wings felt like they were being ripped out, telling her she was being carried.
   Suddenly she remembered. She’d been captured. A surge of involuntary panic rippled over her, but she found she could not move. Not yet.
   She eventually gathered all of her strength and motivation and looked up, fully expecting a NightWing to be the one carrying her. But no, the scales flashing above her were silver.
     Sunspot was relieved, really. Even if this odd silver dragon had malicious intentions, Sunspot could fight her off if need be. But not whilst drugged. She let her head drop again, and decided to just go with the flow.
		
		
	 
Eclipse dunked her chakram into the crystal clear stream, letting the icy water wash over her talons and the wickedly curved blade. Crusted red flakes flowed off the metal as she scrubbed the dried blood away. The flight back to the tunnel wasn't necessarily far, but the heat from the sun and the lack of moister had dried the Nightwing's blood onto the blade faster than she'd excepted. She lifted it from the water and inspected it before plunging it back into the stream.
Her thought's wandered back to the Nightwing who'd escaped. She was pretty sure--no... she 
knew it was the same one. The horrible winged snake that had haunted her memories and her life for as long as she could remember. The root of all the pain and loss she had ever suffered. True, some of it may have been partially her fault. But at the start and source of it all, was that one Nightwing. That careless killer, manipulated by the puny hands of a human. An excuse to torment and murder innocent dragons.
Without realizing it, Eclipse began scrubbing the chakram more and more fiercely, until finally, her talon slipped against the blade, slicing across the side of her claw. She jerked it back with a loud hiss, before tossing the now clean blade across the mossy ground. She stuck her talon back into the icy water, watching the blood drift and curl through the stream like red smoke. The pain in her talon eased to a prickling sting as the cold water slid around her scales, numbing her claws. She stood there for a moment, one hand in the water, her tail lashing as she recalled the recent battle. Was it really a battle though? Most of the hunters hadn't even known what hit them, and only one remotely struck back--albeit, in vain.
The dragon lying on the mossy bank further upstream groaned faintly and shifted. Eclipse cocked her head toward her before turning and retrieving her chakram from where it lay in the grass and dropping it back into its sheath. She paced up the small rise and stopped beside the Solarwing.
"Hey," she growled, prodding the dragon sharply in the side with a claw. "I can't wait around all day for you to finish your nap. Wake up."
The dragon only groaned again. Eclipse hissed softly and stood back, her tail twitching in annoyance. She glanced down at the stream, and after pausing a moment, scooped a talon into the water and splashed it onto the dragon's face.