Escapism

Adventure

Author's Note:

I'm still alive!!!! *punches my way through the dirt* 
Hello! It's been....almost two years! Since I last posted the previous chapter of this story

Luckily my past self wrote some few chapters before having a writer's block. Now I'm gonna post whatever my past self had left unposted.

Enjoy!

♠ Cyn
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(Dragonformers Prime Version)

A rogue dragon huffed as smoke came out from its nostrils and flew off leaving its opponent barely alive. The red and blue dragon was totally battered; his wings were slightly torn, unable to fly, hide raked and scorched as few scales were forcibly removed and he was left to die in the winter season.

The red and blue dragon steadied his breath and slowly closed his eyes. Sleeping his pain away and probably welcoming death easily.

Strong steel-like wings flapped through the winter cold air, luckily no snowfall occurred yet. Through the thick mounds of snow on the landscapes his eyes slit like that of an eagle with keen eyesight, there is no prey running around not even a snowshoe hare hopping through the blending surroundings.

Suddenly the silver dragon saw a dragon figure lying down on the mounds of snow and he could see...blood? The silver dragon swoops down for a closer look and to his surprise he sees a rare dragon like him. He lowered his head to see that this dragon was barely breathing, slightly nudging its head and it did not respond.

He couldn't just carry this dragon for he might get hurt more so instead he stayed. He started hunting prey around the perimeter; so far only two rabbits were caught. Then he started gathering rocks around the wounded dragon and breathing fire onto it to create heat as the snow melts in that area. An hour later, a blizzard occurs and the silver dragon spreads his wings around the red and blue dragon.

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Feeling a bit warm and numb from the cold, the red and blue dragon slowly opened his eyes to see heated rocks and mounds of snow gathering around as if someone protected him as a dome shield. He slowly forced himself to sit up and endured the pain complaining all around his aching body.

He checked himself; his minor injuries were healing although his wings were still tattered. He will recover soon enough with the right amount of rest and rations. His ears perked upon hearing snow being crushed heavily. He looked up to see a slightly large silver dragon carrying three dead wolves in its mouth. The silver dragon dropped it in front of him and licked its mouth from the wolves' blood.

"You lived." The silver dragon spoke. Finally, he is alive and not ending up dead for his efforts will be wasted if so.

"Thank you." The red and blue dragon said as he lowered his head to sniff at the dead wolves.

"Eat up and recuperate, be glad I happened to pass by." The silver dragon gruffed.

"What about you?" The red and blue dragon asked with concern.

"I already had my meal. Although this season is survival, not many prey are around." The silver dragon said as he looked around to see lots of snow and a few pine trees.

"Thank you again." He ate the wolves hungrily. After all, he was hunting before that rogue dragon beat him up.

"What's your name?" The silver dragon sat down to watch him gulf down those wolves he offered.

"My name is Orion." He replied and finally ate the last one. Then he looked at him and was about to ask for his name as well when the silver dragon spoke.