Listen, And The Stars Shall Speak

Incompetent Interrogation

Drought sat at his throne, rapping his talons on the arm of the chair and he glared out at the room before him. He wasn't exactly in a good mood.

"Is there something I could do for you, Leader?" Dawn asked hesitantly, hoping that Drought wouldn't rip her head off.

"Dawn," Drought began bluntly. "When I first took over this gang, I was told I would be getting a pack of highly skilled warriors and fierce Sandwings willing to do anything I wanted. But what I GOT, was a group of incompetent morons who are getting themselves killed by RAINWINGS and DRAGONETS."

Dawn didn't really know how to respond to that.

"In fact," He continued. "You seem to be the only dragon here who knows what she's doing."

"...Thank you?" Dawn guessed.

"Don't thank me for stating the facts." He explained. " But seeing as you're the only one here worthy of the title, I think I'm going to deem you my Heirmaker."

"Your what?" Dawn questioned, slightly concerned by the title.

"My Heirmaker." Drought offered. "It means that one day, when we are both much older, you will be the one to provide me with an heir, and until then, you are an heir yourself. So if I die tomorrow, you will be the next leader of the Sting."

Dawn froze. The next leader of the Sting? His HEIRMAKER?

Well, she certainly had gained his full trust, alright.

"That's....." She started, trying to describe what this was. "That's quite an honor."

"Indeed it is. Do you accept?" He asked. "Will you be my Heirmaker?"

"I'm not sure I know enough about the Sting to rule it." She admitted.

"Then I'll teach you."

"Well, then I accept your offer." She agreed, trying not to shudder. Drought smiled at her with that wicked grin she secretly hated.

Sure, she was about to get all the information she needed. But what would Drought do to her before she could escape with it?

One thing Dawn knew for sure though, is that Drought was no longer just creepy- he was downright disgusting.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Meanwhile, in the Rainforest, Joy was about to begin her....'interrogation' of the two Sandwings that had attempted to attack her.

Glory had tried to talk to them, Deathbringer had tried to reason, and now it was time for Joy to step in.

And when Joy was called, she brought her knives.

She picked at the dried blood on the edge of one of the blades as she walked to the interrogation room, Kelp right at her heels. She frowned at the old blood. Icewing really liked to stick to metal.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" Kelp asked as Joy put away the knife. "I feel like I should be doing something."

"All you have to do is stop worrying," Joy advised. "Dad and I will take care of the Sandwings, and we'll find out what happened to Shore and who he was with. Then it's just a simple task of finding our son and stringing up everyone who hurt him."

"...I should've tried this discussion later, when you aren't about to go Death mode on somebody." Kelp guessed. Joy smiled slyly at him.

"But I thought you liked me in Death mode." She teased. Kelp smirked.

"Maybe I do. But that's not the point. Surely there is some vital task I could be doing right now."

"Okay," Joy wracked her brain. "What if you tried to contact Coal? See if these Sandwings are from the Sting and what he knows."

"Thank you," Kelp sighed in relief. It was much easier to not worry if he had something to occupy him. "See you later?"

"See you," Joy confirmed, kissing him quickly before heading towards the Interrogation room.

Her scales grew darker as she approached. "Time to slice and dice." She grinned.