Fire and Ice [NEEDS EDITING]

Chapter 28

Warning: There's a lot of PoV switching in this chapter!! (hope it doesn't bother y'all too much.... -the Author)

Frost's PoV
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I pause, hesitating, uncertain. Who do I go after? Scarlet ordered Peril to go to the battle, but Peril is the one who actually killed her....decisions, decisions. I hesitated a moment longer, thinking.

Finally, I twist and dive towards the sands. Landing with a slight thump, the sand shifts and cracks under my weight, frost rapidly spreading outwards. My wings are raised and tilted slightly forwards in a threatening display, spots of silver dancing on the sands. I arch my neck proudly, but I'm careful to not appear too arrogant. Arrogance and overconfidence gets you in trouble. I curl my lip in a sneering growl, revealing my sharp, white, slightly serrated fangs.

Peril turns unhurriedly, taking her leisurely time. When her face does swing around, one eyebrow is arched in an unimpressed fashion, a scowl cutting through her otherwise perfect snout. Her bright, electrifying blue eyes are watching me intently, although she retains her expression of boredom. I do take note that her tail starts to twitch, and she shifts her legs so she's in a battle stance. Anxious much? I wonder. As I'm studying her, she makes a simple remark. "So you're the IceWing."

That sets my tail lashing, sets the kindling in my gut on fire. Though the raging inferno isn't quite enough to thaw my frozen heart, it does make my blood boil. Not just any IceWing. It's me. And I'm on a quest for your blood, SkyWing. Isn't that how it goes in your kingdom? Blood for blood? Well, here you go.

Peril's PoV
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There's the signature whoosh of a dragon speeding downwards. Figures. I hear a crunch somewhere behind me, and the strange sound of ice crackling. That sound.....it seems to be getting.....closer? How does that make sense? Only an IceWing has ice, but this is different, somehow. The IceWing isn't actually breathing the frost, it's just....there. That's odd. Well, I guess this fight'll be interesting.

I stare down at the mangled, smoking, bloodied corpse beside me, not ready to face another IceWing yet. Suddenly I have the urge to regurgitate the boar I ate earlier, but I quickly steel my nerves and settle my stomach. That's strange. I've killed dozens of other dragons, and why now do I decide to hurl? It makes no sense. I've done everything--wait, almost everything--that my Queen has asked me to. There's just something missing. The spattering of scarlet against frosty silver scales charred black.

I take my time turning around, somewhat reluctant to look away from what used be a living--if you could call it that, the state that he was in--dragon, but now it's just a blackened heap of death. Another one to add to my ever growing longer list of deaths that I've caused. But I'm just following Queen Scarlet's orders. Even after all of this, I still don't feel like I have her approval. Maybe if I kill this other IceWing, the one, she'll finally, long at last, accept me. I guess there's only one way to find out. Kill.

I'm faced with an extremely upset IceWing, the intention of killing clear in her eyes, even from this distance. Her legs are set firmly apart, her neck regally arched in a dangerous fashion, lips lifted in a snarl to reveal her deadly teeth, not yet stained red.
Her wings are tilted so that they reflect the light and makes her appear more threatening than she probably actually is. Pfft. Threatening? What's.....hold on. There's the ice that she's standing on? And it looks like it came from her? So you're not a normal IceWing. I think I'll enjoy this fight.

I shift my stance slightly so I'm more stable on the sands, my legs apart, claws digging into the sand. My tail starts to twitch with the anticipation of a good battle. I hope she makes it worthwhile, because when they commit suicide, it's so boring. And then my Queen isn't happy with me at all, she likes thrilling fights. All I want is her approval. Is that too much to ask?