Things haven't gone quite to plan, and Skales has found himself not only without Pythor but also without his tribe. The only ones he has left are the other Generals, who are dealing with the recent desertion as well as anyone would. Yet he won't let it deter him. There's still movement for a maneuver, even if it will be quite risky.
Skales stood on the tracks at the abandoned subway and stared thoughtfully into a puddle on the floor. Every few seconds, a drop of water would fall from the ceiling, the sound echoing throughout the tunnel. It was tedious to listen to, and about as interesting as watching paint dry. And yet he much preferred it to acknowledging his gloomy surroundings, and listening to the whining of his fellow Generals.
"Those backstabbing, good-for-nothing, slimy, irredeemable-" The Constrictai shouted to no one but himself, until someone interrupted him.
"Snakes?" Fangtom said with a weary tone, finally finishing Skalidor's long-winded rant.
"Do you really need to continue promoting that awful stereotype, Fangtom? It was already bad enough before the war, I dare not think how snakes are regarded since our decades-long absence!" Acidicus snapped at the Fangpyre.
"It is a connotation! I thought out of everyone here, you would-appreciate some proper figurative language."
"Not if it demeans the image of our people!"
"Oh, what people, exactly?!" Yelled Skalidor, having used the small amount of time to build up his temper once again. "The ones that are long dead, or the ones that left their leaders behind like they were the runts in the litter! Those ungrateful, slacking, TURNSCALE-"
"Oh look what you did, you got him going again!" Complained Fangtom.
"That wasn't my fault! A-and you started it!"
"-TERRIBLE, IDIOTIC, SPINELESS DESERTERS-"
"Wow, how-mature," uttered the Fangpyre sarcastically. "Besides, I understand why Skalidor's angry. You, I don't understand. Why aren't you more angry that-we've been betrayed?"
"Of course I'm angry! But personally, I'm more frustrated that we didn't get a closer look at Garmadon's staff. Or even the original Weapons of Creation, for that matter! Our scriptures could use the illustrations-"
"ARE THOSE DUSTY OLD PAPERS ALL YOU-CARE ABOUT?!" Fangtom stated, taking his turn to yell. "WE'VE BEEN LEFT TO ROT BY OUR COMRADES, AND YOU'RE ANGRY YOU DIDN'T GET THE CHANCE TO PAINT DRAWINGS?!"
"-HORRIBLE, MINDLESS, USELESS-"
"SHOW SOME RESPECT, IT'S OUR HISTORY YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! WOULD YOU RATHER WE LIVE WITH DOCUMENTS WRITTEN BY THOSE LYING SURFACE-DWELLERS?!"
"MAYBE I'LL RATHER HAVE WE FOCUS ON ENSLAVING THOSE-DECEITFUL HUMANS THAN WORRYING ABOUT THE ACCURACY OF OUR DRAWINGS!"
"-NUMB-SKULLS, UNFORGIVABLE, TRAITOROUS-"
"Would you three please, BY THE DEVOURER, SSSHUT UP!" Skales yelled as he turned to face them, his voice echoing down the entire length of the abandoned train tunnel.
The three Generals became quiet and stared at Skales from the subway platform, like children about to be punished. The Hypnobrai's fangs were showing, and he heaved with built-up frustration that only gradually went away as silence descended on the subway. Once calmed enough to act, he gave them a sharp look that almost put them at attention.
"I can sssee why your tribesmen abandoned you, considering you're already arguing like children!" He scolded them, and it was only Skalidor who was brave enough to speak up against the annoyed Skales.
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Skales x Pythor: My Loyal Number Two
RomanceWhile most did believe that Pythor and Skales were somewhat close, no one quite knew how close they actually were. And neither did anyone know how they ended up together, or how they fell apart. But most of all: what were they to each other?
