Princess Of The Flame |Dota: Dragons Blood|

Part 10.

Ava and I would arrive close to Fire Dragon territory. The charred land was just ahead of us. I dismounted from my mare and told her to stay. The last thing I could ever want would be for my horse to be disemboweled or burned alive by the wurmlings. I myself will be fine, my dragon skin cape shall protect me from any possible flames.

I took a deep breath and pressed onward. The roars and cries of the fire dragons could be heard coming from ahead in the far distance. I hope that none of them have attempted to rip into each other. Although before Uldorak was killed, he mentioned no other Eldwurms that were going mad. Perhaps they are fine?

Not long after, my boots stepped onto the ashy landscape. The burnt smell was quite strong and overwhelming. Nothing I could not handle, smells better than burnt food. Cautiously treading through their territory, I kept my eyes sharp and guard up.

As much as I adore the dragon species I am more than aware how dangerous they can be. But I've learned that if they are not disturbed or you stand downwind, they do not mind or care. Fascinating creatures they are.

Suddenly I would hear loud snarling and thrashing close by. I quickly took cover behind a boulder, peeking over it with caution. Before me was a sight to behold.

2 dark red Wurmlings were both biting onto what remained of a charred log. Each of them had one end of it, pulling the opposite direction. Tug of war, as it was called. It was usually a common playful activity amongst dogs. It appears that Fire Dragons enjoy it as well.

I pulled out my journal and began to sketch the 2 Dragons playing. They were oblivious to my presence and continued to tug on the log. Frankly, I am surprised it hasn't snapped or disintegrated from how charred it was. Their playful growls brought a smile to my face. It was such a beautiful thing to see, it was proof that Dragons weren't the monsters people believed them to be.

I had the majority of the 2 wurmlings sketched out when their toy snapped in 2. The sound of the log shattering startled me and caused me to drop my pencil. It rolled off the boulder and hit the ashy soil, the 2 Dragons turning their heads toward my direction.

"Shit..." I mumbled.

The Fire Wurmlings growled and approached slowly, spreading their wings to make themselves appear larger. I stood ready to run or possibly fight, more likely to run. The thought of a dragons blood on my hands made me sick.

Both of them were upon me. Drool dripped from their maws as they leaned in close. I held my ground as I had before with the Earth Wurmling, praying to Mene that this would be no different. The wurmlings both began to sniff me violently. Their snouts were warm like a campfire as they pressed them against my arms and chestplate.

One of the dragons pulled back with a huff, then a sneeze. I only smiled.

"Bless you."

The other wurmling pulled away from me and looked to its companion. They began growling and chittering between one another. I do wonder what they are talking about, but alas I am not fluent in the language of dragons. Both creatures suddenly looked back to me, tilting their heads.

One of them opened its mouth and grabbed me by the torso,

"Release me!" I ordered.

But it wouldn't. Instead, both Fire Wurmlings spread their wings and took off into the air. I would squirm violently but alas the dragon had quite the firm grip on me. I could feel its teeth against my skin, yet it wouldn't bite down. If they wanted to eat me they would have done so already.

The Wurmlings soared toward the dormant volcano, flying straight toward a large cave opening. My eyes would widen as they began to descend. What were these creatures planning to do with me? Share my corpse amongst its brethren?