Helios felt a broad, strong tail thwack him across the left side of his face. Pain erupted from the area and he roared loudly as he stumbled back. His firescales had died down completely now, the heat being smothered out by the sand and Crest was looking worse then before. He looks insane….not enough water. Take away a Seawings water and you might as well take away their conscious. He thought, his eyes scanning the arena for anything useful. A pole held the roof up but it was immovable, even for a huge dragon like him and the walls were smooth and blood stained, there was nothing he could use to his advantage. His jaw was searing with pain, instinctively making him want to use inside fire, but he couldn’t. Crest was innocent and the keys would melt if he did. Helios leapt forward and pinned him down instead, releasing a powerful roar right into his ears, seeing the insanity in his eyes. In doing so he stupidly left his belly exposed to the ravenous Seawing. Or at least that’s what the humans would think.
Rose unlocked the door and strode In, the plants inside immediately coming to life, squirming and reaching for the sunlight streaming through the door before she commanded them to still. Only several vines stayed animated. They began opening cabinets and grabbing vials, placing them into boxes filled with cotton to insure the chemicals survived the trip. “Don’t mind the plants, they won’t do anything I don’t want them to. Unless you go near the poisonous honeyvines in the corner…or the devils thorn flowers over there.” She said calmly, as if it was normal to have flesh eating plants living in the apartment. “After a few…unwise...experiments, they seem to have a mind of their own.” She finished with a laugh, watching the silver dragon look around wearily for dangerous plants. “You may pack those ability restoration drugs over there, on that counter top.”
Crest continued clawing at his eyes trying to dislodge the sand from them. He almost had his eyes cleared when something slammed into him. The wind flew from his lungs and he hit the ground hard. His head smacked the ground and he felt the warm claws on him pinning him.
But, they're not hot... He tried to regain his composure and think of what to do next when his ears were blasted out by an air shattering roar. Crest clenched his teeth in pain. The sound seemed to vibrate the very ground he was pinned against. The searing hot breath coated Crest's face and he felt his mind slowly slipping.
No! The heat seemed to be draining him and everything had gone dull. He couldn't hear the crowd anymore. They were just dull noise. Nothing seemed to make sense.
Finally, he managed to blink the sand out of his eyes and light flooded them. Slowly, a blurry image came into view. He could hear his own breathing. In and out. He saw around him, lights. They seemed dull compared to the real sun.
Wait, am I? He blinked several times. Blue seemed to tint his sight and he slipped back into black for a moment. In and out of consciousness. Finally, he seemed to catch his consciousness back and hold onto it. It felt like an eternity and he heard dull sounds all around him.
No! His mind screamed.
Minami! His eyes bolted wide open and he made out a black silhouette on top of him.
NO! He kicked up as hard as he could and sent the dragon flying. He felt the flesh underneath his talons and he grinned in satisfaction as he spun up, new strength in him.
I shouldn't have this strength... he thought.
Wait, I was.... He couldn't think now. A voice sounded behind him, clear as day. A shrill scream amongst the dulled noise.
He spun around to see a small blue dragon with scales that seemed to blend in with the sea. Behind her was a blood stained wall and his eyes went wide with horror. The look on her face was terrified and she fell to a crumpled heap on the ground. Tears streamed down her innocent face as her eyes stared into his. The sea blue eyes seemed to be calling his name. Screaming for him. Her protector. Her keeper.
Her brother.
Crest let out a gut wrenching roar. Tears began streaming down his face. He looked at her in terror and shock. His heart…everything seemed to stop. He didn’t care that he was out of the water. He didn’t care that what was happening didn’t make any sense. He didn’t care that he may have been doing something else before this happened…something he couldn’t remember at this moment. All caring flew away and his eyes filled with a resolve and a look…and insane look. He spun around and glared at the figure in front of him. Baring his teeth as wide as they could go and letting his anger seep through his veins and every ounce of his body, he stared into the eyes of the dragon that looked like a nightwing trying to get up in front of him. The nightwing seemed rather large for an average one, and the scales seemed to give off a glow, an orange glow. Crest shoved the thoughts out of his mind and focused on the red eyes of this dragon. He glared deeply into them and let out his wings to their full length. Bracing himself, he growled as deeply and hatefully as he possibly could, “I’M GONNA RIP YOU APART!!!!!” he roared at him, his voice filled with pain and anger. He tore across the ground towards the glowing nightwing. He leapt, insanity in his eyes. Fierce and deep anger behind the aqua blue. He extended his claws in front and went for the dragon's throat. The speed behind his approach sent him flying towards the dragon’s exposed neck. Claws outstretched, he threw open his mouth for the finishing blow, not even caring about defense or being vulnerable to attacks. He was reckless and insane…
And he didn’t care one bit.
