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Flameter (Winter • Flame)

Winters been getting real sick of Flame and how nasty he always was acting to him, and decides to give him a punishment and make him squirm.

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Winter's POV

"For the love of the moons, is all you do complain and narc?!" Winter asked the Skywing as they stuck sheets of clay onto a model of a rainwing for their art project.

"You're one to talk, ever since we got in here you've been moaning about how hot it is!" Flame shot back as he stuck a big glob of blue clay on the tail and started to work it into shape.

Winter rolled his eyes "yeah? Well, you're not better, all I've heard from your mouth is you complaining about not wanting to be here! Am I really that bad? I'm not asking for the moons on a gold platter I'm just asking you to stick clay onto a storms-forsaken model!"

Flame rolled his eyes. "I don't understand why I got partnered with you, you're so snooty and bratty. I can't stand you" he snarled, and Winter glared at him over the head of the figure.

"You're one to talk about bratty, Scarface." Winter snarked, and then suddenly he was caught in the snout by bright purple clay.

He looked up and saw Flame glaring at him with contempt and purple smeared talons.

"Oh that is it!" Winter jeered, leaping over and tackling Flame to the ground in one graceful movement.

He looked down at Flame as the skywing blindly reached up, raking Winter on the forearm.

He sneered down at Flame as he was jostled but not thrown off. He slammed his sharp talons down, leaving cuts in the other male's chest as he dragged his claws down, a long trail of blood bubbling up before Flame snapped his jaws around Winter's arm.

The two tussled back and fourth for a while, beating each other up quite magnificently before Winter pinned down Flame again.

He leaned in close and glared at him, blue blood dripping down from a slash on his cheek.

Flame looked up at Winter, a low hiss coming from his throat. "Are you done?" Winter sneered, and Flame hissed deeper, before a jet of fire shot from his snout, almost synging Winter.

Winter shifted away a bit, watching the Skywing with a glare.

Flame sat back up, breathing heavily as he looked at the state the room was in, blue and red blood murking together into irony puddles of indigos and violets.

"If not, I still have plenty of blood to spill." The icewing remarked, and Flame glared.

"You're the worst" Flame grumbled, and Winter looked down at him. "Damn right." The icewing breathed, then moved to sit beside him.

The Skywing looked over, staring at Winter. "Do you uhm.. want to finish the project..?", Flame asked, and Winter sighed.

"I guess" he grumbled, standing up. Then he turned and offered his talon to Flame.

Flame groaned and pulled himself up with Winters help, he looked at him with a small glare before yanking his talon back from Winters, then he went to the model, limping and pressing more clay onto the rainwing base, then he molded it to fit the part of the thin wire model they had made.

Winter came over and watched him, sighing very softly as he reached over and touched Flame's shoulder.

He leaned in and inspected with half lidded eyes at what the other dragon had accomplished so far.