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...
Summer brings life to the world, and thus it brings new peace. To embrace the spirit of new life, colonies will attend a banquet on the summer solstice to renew friendships and forge new ones.
This is Our Law.
~ From the Dragonling Grimoire
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Mako was right.
I hate admitting that.
Dmitri and Alek were furious that I had planned such a risky plan without their consent or input, but they - begrudgingly - came along anyways. Something about me always getting in trouble. Nonsense!
Within the week, we had packed and prepared to leave. I had somewhat expected Derek to come with us, but he just shrugged when I suggested it. "I prefer to stay out of the snow." His eyes twinkled in wicked amusement. "But I could ask Cody if he wants to go instead-" I smacked him with my wing and our conversation turned to 'goodbyes.'
Even though I was disappointed, I was excited to hang out with Mako. It had been way too long, and his confident eccentrism was something that I missed dearly. Mako was eternally fascinated with Mishal, and begged to bring the phoenix with us. After a long debate with Alek, I finally persuaded him to let us bring him.
It turns out that phoenixes love snow. As soon as we touched down on the snowy border of the Iciclecrash territory, Mishal chirped excitedly and unlatched his cage to hop about in the cold powder. I, meanwhile, was freezing my scales off.
"At least one of us is happy." I muttered as some of the Iciclecrash colony dragonlings stationed at the outpost draped soft polar bear furs over my shoulders and fastened them with bone buttons. One of them scooped up Mishal's cage and tied it to a loose leather strip. It was... uncomfortable to be weighed down. Clothes only belongs on our humanoid forms. Still, I didn't feel like freezing to death so I had to just go along with it. At least Dmitri looked just as awkward as I felt as they wrapped "shoes" around our claws to keep them from freezing in the snow.
Because of the sheer coldness of the frigid air, we couldn't fly. Our wing membranes would get frostbite almost immediately. Yet the Iciclecrash colony was smart - instead of finding another place to live, they simply utilized the heavy furs of their abundant polar bear prey to cloak themselves from both the elements and any unsuspecting targets.
Despite the ingenuity of it, I couldn't help but think they should have just found a different place to live. We looked like giant puffballs.
"Don't tell me you're uncomfortable!" Mako gasped dramatically, scampering over. Being a member of the colony, he had a personal cloak of thick bear pelt lined with soft rabbit fur. Lucky bastard.
"I'm always uncomfortable in this ridiculous getup." I growled playfully, lashing my tail to keep it warm as our group began walking. "I can't even fly." As if mocking me, Mishal flew up to land on one of the ridges of scales on my head.
