Ryns.
The soldier caste of dragonlings, a particularly vicious species of shapeshifters.
Dragonlings are dangerous.
Ryns are deadly.
Born and raised to be a bloodthirsty soldier, Anita's life has never been her own. She always knew her fa...
An egg is sacred, something not to be touched by anything but the priestess - the mother of the egg. Death awaits those that break this holy contract The justice of the kill belongs to the mother.
This is Our Law.
~ From the Dragonling Grimoire
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Unfortunately, today Kirill was away, probably making things up with his mate, and we had Dmitri himself to teach us. It hadn't even been a sun leap yet and already I was exhausted. He'd started us running on a grueling pace that I could barely keep up with. I never thought I could miss Kirill's teaching style.
"Keep moving!" Dmitri called, his dark eyes watching my group's every move as we ran laps around the training room. "You're not getting paid to slack off!"
"Barely getting paid at all," I grunted to Mason, who breathlessly nodded his agreement.
"Anita! Mason! Separate!" Dmitri's sharp voice cracked through the air like a whip. "If you have the breath to talk, you have the breath to move faster!"
I rolled my eyes at Mason, but he just gave me an apologetic shrug and started running faster. Damn short legs. I wasn't particularly short, but this was ridiculous. Still, I didn't feel like getting yelled at by Dmitri again so I picked up the pace.
"Alright! You can stop now!" Dmitri called out. I could have cried from relief. "Get some water and catch your breath. Then pair up. You're going to practice using your weapons." Strike that, I could have cried from misery.
After drinking some water from the naturally-formed fountain flowing down one of the walls, I made my way back over to the others and let my legs get accustomed to not trying to kill themselves with excessive running. My sword was leaning against the wall in its scabbard, which I quickly tied to my belt.
My broadsword, like most of our weapons, was made out of a precious metal mixture that only the Mora blacksmiths knew how to create. I constantly wished it was fancy, with some cool designs, and had even asked Garik about it. He had just laughed and reminded me that Lord Edik wouldn't have ever bought me something so expensive.
"Mason!" I called.
The fyn looked over at me and grinned as he retrieved his battleax. "You read my mind." He said cheerfully. "Though it's obvious I'm gonna win-"
"You two are not fighting together." Dmitri's voice broke through our conversation. "This ,is practice, not time to goof around."
"Yes sir," Mason said automatically. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He gave me a small smile before going off and pairing up with Ashley, who looked utterly delighted.
"Anita?" Dmitri said sharply. "Did you hear me?" I knew he was waiting for me to respond respectfully. Instead I just nodded sullenly, something Dmitri immediately noticed. "You." His gaze swept the arena. "You'll be fighting with Burian."
