Scales and Hooves (BxB) (Unicorn X Dragon)

Ch. 1 Befriended

15 years since the end of the war

Molten Flarescales was wandering through the forest near his home in his human form. His black leather jacket, white t-shirt, and skinny jeans went well with his slightly tanned skin, black loosely curled long hair. Narrow white curved horns protruded from his dark locks, and sharp canines that pierced his bottom lip.

He wasn't trying to do or find anything: he was just trying to clear his head. His brother—Blaze—had argued with him yet again after he had stayed up late last night after a party and lay in, sleeping through the weekly family dinner. So, Molten was just trying to clear his head, after making it clear to his brother he was lucky to have his parents provided him with not just a house, but his energy drinks—which would soon be taken away from him—and whatever else he 'needed'. He himself had been DJ-ing at the same party, so he was still feeling a little light-headed and tired, but at least he'd showed up, helped to prepare the meal and brought his dam the wine she liked.

The twenty-year-old always wondered how his parents could put up with Blaze and his obnoxious personality daily. Molten could barely tolerate him after living with him for sixteen years.

Molten shook his head and listened.

He could hear the water lapping the jetty at Lakeside—the vacant property his grandparents owed—as he walked. He didn't live far from here, as he had walked from the cottage he rented to the forest. The woods itself was webbed with trails so it wasn't rare to hear, see or smell other dragons nearby. As he was about to enter a bright clearing, he smelt another dragon or drake nearby, along with something else. Something he had never smelt before.

He slowed his pace and peered around the tree in front of him. His sky-blue eyes widened. Before him was a white unicorn with a blonde mane and tail, a blue spiralling horn and some multicoloured stripes on his back, similar to a tiger's. Molten could make out his gender pretty easily. He was slender, with a short mane and a narrow trail that had a little poof of blond hair at the end. He was dozing by a tree, all tucked up and snoozing quietly.

He was scared for the unicorn as some leviathans would not let him stay in such a peaceful state nor let him cross back as easily as he had come in—however that was. But after his fear came curiosity; Why was he here? How did he get here? Could he really use magic? How does it work? What's with his stripes?

Then a snap caught his attention. A twig underfoot if he wasn't mistaken; the other leviathan was close. In his human or anthropomorphic form, his eyesight wasn't as good as when he was in his beast form. He quickly changed to his beast form, a cobalt drake with a black underbelly, white horns and small, black bony plates on his neck, back, and tail finished with a black spade on the tip of his tail.

He used his acute eyesight to scan through the trees to his right, the direction he felt the other dragon in. The emerald green dragon was in a pouncing stance, ready to leap for the colt, to scare and probably scar him, before bringing him to the attention of other nearby leviathan's, especially the state police force. Since the war between both species; the one that has divided the land in two—Roania: the land of the unicorns, pegasi and alicorns, and Wyrmia: the land of the dragons and drakes—they would be very hostile to their guest.

Molten—for some reason—felt protective of the unicorn and growled. He got ready to pounce also, but for a different reason.

The colt raised his head and the emerald dragon glided over the bushes in front of him, claws outstretched. Molten then jumped himself, aiming for the dragon's cheek, tearing it. He left three jagged ridges on the green dragon's face as he hit him off course. The distinctive navy blood of a reptilian oozing out of the wound Molten had caused as he landed on his side with a thump.