Wings of Fire: Lost Light

Chapter 9 "war chief":

*a thin icewing sat within the confines of his tent, carefully redrawing a keepsake drawing he's always kept since years ago... though it was his second most prized possession from before the war. He lowered the feather and took a breath before looking to a drawing of a dragonet, his daughter. The very reason he left the war entirely, his peaceful look was soon replaced with a hauntingly calm rage hearing crashing and a quiet yelp*

???: *angered* quiet girl! You've had this coming for years!

???2: *takes a deep breath before spinning around and sprinting out* Cenere! You witless wyrm!

Cenere: *angered growl* Taiga.

Taiga: let her go!

Cenere: ...*tightens his grip on a little crossbreed dragonet*

Taiga: *glares* let. Her. Go.

Cenere: *drops the dragonet and watches her dart into her father's tent* you and I both know that she shouldn't be alive.

Taiga: neither should you at this point.

Cenere: watch your tone with me, icewing. The only reason why you and your little pest were allowed to stay together was because I asked them to let you keep her.

Taiga: you know fully well I never trust anyone with my possessions, that goes triple for you.

Cenere: we've had this fight before, I will always-*he grunts in surprise the second the smaller icewing slams him back first into a tree with serrated ice gripping talons dangerously close to cutting into skin*

Taiga: *no longer holding back* I have always held back in those fights, do not mistake my peaceful demeanor for obedience and complacency. I have indeed had to kill before, true.

Cenere: *confused and annoyed* then why don't you do so now?

Taiga: because... I swore to her, that I would never fight in our daughter's presence. *with that he throws Cenere to the ground* the war's over anyway. *he starts for the tent* once I am finished with my work, my daughter and I shall leave with our belongings. Understood?

Cenere: .....fine. *he dust himself off before leaving*

*Taiga enters his tent to see his daughter marveling at the almost finished picture*

Taiga: Scandia?

Scandia: *intrigued* father, who are those dragons?

Taiga: oh... they are old friends... ones I hoped to see again now that war is over.

Scandia: who were they?

Taiga: *laughs* ah... alright. The sandwing's name is "Diamondback". Sadly he had gone blind in one eye just 2 short years before we ever meat him.

Scandia: why?

Taiga: well....*kind of unsure* his parents weren't as....kind as I am to you.

Scandia: oh?

Taiga: I'll explain later.... Next up was our amnesiac of a mudwing friend, Aspen. He was the bravest of us and the stealthiest of us... even excluding our next dragon.

Scandia: he was?

Taiga: yes... though he always seemed down after the more harrowing jobs *has a wistful face* then there is, Canda.