Triad

Twenty One: War

"You're not this weak, why are you staying down?" The growl like voice caught Reaper's attention. She had been sitting the edge of the cliff side, the grass under her touch so soft. This was her safe place in real life, the cliff side with flowers and tall grass to hide herself. Why would she want to leave?

Her head turned, thinking she would see that redhead who seemed to be stuck in her dreams recently. But noticed that it wasn't him. Instead it was a wolf, a large black wolf. "You allow them to continue to plague your mind, why do you cling onto them so desperately."

The wolf asked, sitting in front of the woman who was staring at the wolf with blank eyes. She glanced back at the openness, knowing who this was. Thanks to the books she reads and Drago's conversation with Dagur. "I don't."

"You're a horrible liar." Fenrir rolled his eyes, giving her a sharp look. He had thought that maybe his host would gain some of his untrusting desire... But it seems that they're really do want them close. But Reaper argued with Fenrir. "I don't, I really don't."

"How could you let this have happened? Why are you choosing to cling onto the past? Nothing is going to change!" Fenrir has been with Reaper through everything, he knows what she wished for growing up, and he also knows what she secretly craves for even tho she denies it with every fiber of her being.

"N-no! Stop! I don't want anything to do with them!" She argued loudly, wincing as the rippling of pain seemed to spread throughout her body. Fenrir only watched her, watching the way she curled in on herself and trying to bite back a whine.

"You're. Lying."

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The berserker war cry echoed out, the stream of fire taking out the ship as Sleuther flew over it. Lightning gathered from the storm clouds, Thor and Paradox teaming up as they were defending their home. Trappers running around to avoid getting electrocuted, some failing to do so.

You will not harm my woman's home! Dagur thought in anger, spinning around as Sleuther did a barrel roll. Dodging the net that was flying toward them, roaring in anger.

The blue blast sailed toward the oasis, breaking the stone and causing the explosion. The attacks were coming from sea, but those couldn't figure out where. But a certain brunette knew... He recognized that fire style...

Bit stood on the edge of an entrance, roaring loudly while raising his wings. Four wings spread out, barbed spikes spiked to attention. At his call, others dragons flew out from different entrances.

Razorwhips zipped by, flying daggers of dragon scales were thrown like knives. Deadly nadders and other subspecies of that kind flew, shooting their spikes like arrows. Thundering steps were heard as the crimson goregutters raced out from the lower exits, antlers on fire and heading straight for the army of trappers.

Changewings made themselves known, appearing from the walls of the temple and diving for the ships. Acid spraying and hearing the pained yells, the trappers feeling their skin melting off. Bonestormers were released, the chaotic dragons usually under watch, but now free to their own destructive reign. Sand busters stealing unsuspecting trappers from the ground, suffocating them.

Drago pointing the sharp poker toward the oasis, ordering his weapon. Ordering not to stop, to keep firing, to draw out the giant dragon. While Bit dove from his position, sharp teeth ripping into a trapper. In Viking terms, Bit was the general of the oasis. Every dragon looked up at him, followed his orders.

And now, they didn't questioned him about his signal of attack. Waited for his signal to move, waited for Bit to defend their home. Bit gave them order.