Scales and Hooves (BxB) (Unicorn X Dragon)

Ch. 6 Waking Up in a New Land

Molten opened his eyes and blinked a few times as they adjusted to the bright light that seemed to emanate from his right-hand side. Once his vision was clear of the haziness, he looked around, taking in his surroundings; he lay on his back in his anthropomorphic form, a light sheet covering him up to his chest. Above him was a gathering of crimson curtain-like fabric—that he presumed hung from the ceiling—brought together in the centre, wrinkles and folds adding shadows onto it. He turned his focus towards the walls, which were painted the same shade of ruby red throughout. He then turned his head to where the light was coming from. A few feet from the end of the king-sized bed and to the right of it, were two large glass double doors, which—Molten presumed—led out to a balcony of some sort.

He drew in a long breath and attempted to sit up. Pain ripped through him—from the base of his neck to the back of his head. He straightened himself as best he could. The sheet fell from his abdomen down onto his lap, revealing the bare scales of his muscled chest and stomach—not his black sports vest he had been wearing before he'd been knocked unconscious.

He figured that he hadn't been out for long, seeing as his mouth wasn't dry and his stomach wasn't empty—which was a first on his part. Once he had finished thinking and gathering his thoughts, he looked up, only now noticing the male unicorn standing with his back to the bed, facing a dressing table. He was dressed in a blue suit jacket with tails, a neckerchief and suit trousers. Formal, Molten noted.

Molten shifted a bit, moving his tail into a more comfortable position, and pushed aside his headache as best he could. "Zion?" He asked, confused.

The colt turned around, revealing that it was Zion at the end of the bed. He walked over to the side of the bed, only the sound of his muffled hoofbeats on the grey carpet making noise, and sat on the bed. Molten stayed quiet, unsure of what to do or say.

Zion placed a hand on his, touched his cheek with the other and kissed him passionately. Molten's eyes closed heavily and he let out a loving moan. He put his spare hand on the back of Zion's neck, enjoying the moment no matter how groggy he may be.

Zion broke away softly. "I wasn't sure what damage the magic did to you," he said, rubbing his thumb against his cheek. He took his hand off Molten's and moved it to the side of his scaley stomach, just beside the faint outline of the swirling pattern he had. "They hurt you pretty bad. It took a lot of encouragement—and threats," he muttered, "but I got some healers to fix the damage." He looked from where to wound had been to Molten's eyes.

Molten smiled a soft smile and moved his hand from Zion's hair to his cheek. "Thank you," he pecked him on the lips. "Did they hurt you?" He asked firmly.

Zion shook his head. "They wouldn't hurt the heir to the throne," he said with an air of humour. He turned to the bedside table in front of him. On it was a roll, butter, jam and various pieces of fruit on a plate and in a bowl. Beside it was was a glass and jug of water.

Frome the small bowl of fruit, Zion took a handful of grapes, took one between his index finger and thumb and placed it near Molten's lips. The drake gave him a look, but opened his mouth, allowing Zion to proceed.

Zion did this twice over before Molten said, "I can feed myself, y'know," he propped himself up against the headboard.

"I know," Zion replied, "but you're not objecting to it." As Molten took the last grape in his mouth, Zion slipped his thumb in between his lips. Molten held the digit there, lightly sucking on it, only to get a satisfied grin from Zion. He slid his thumb out of his mouth and let him enjoy the rest of his meal in peace.

Molten finished soon after. They both stayed quiet for a while.

"Your family and the Queen of Wyrmia are here," Zion said, looking at the door directly opposite the double door to the balcony, that led out into the hall.

Molten moved the plate from his lap and on to the duvet beside him. "Where is here?" He asked, swinging his clothed legs over the side of the bed, sitting by Zion.

"Askal City, the capital of Roania" he answered, still focused on the door. Molten placed his hand behind him, leaning on the bed. "They're discussing the border," he said, sitting back against Molten's arm. "I had to tell him everything," he said heavily, resting his head on Molten's shoulder. He undid his neckerchief and placed the cloth on the bed. "That's why I'm all dressed up."

Molten kissed his head. "We'll be all right. I'm sure they'll understand."

Zion sat up straight and looked at Molten. He opened his mouth to talk, only to be cut off by the sound of a sudden burst of the door swinging open suddenly. They looked at the door, a cream unicorn mare with straight blonde hair, dressed in a cobalt tee and black skinny jeans. On her head she wore a pair of blue-tinted sunglasses, their shape and the thickness of their arms—seeing as his merch shades were based on his own—along with the fact that they were sliding down onto her forehead, told Molten they were his.

Zion stood up, but before he could speak, the mare let out an excited squeal. "Oh, my Gods!" She gasped, focused on Molten. "Kate wasn't joking." She blurted. She grabbed Zion by his upper arms. "How did you meet this legend?"

Molten stifled an embarrassed laugh and stood up. Zion gave her a disinterested look, while Molten moved closer to the duo. He could tell by just looking at the two they were siblings.

"Didn't I tell you not to come in until I said you could?" He half asked, half demanded.

The mare stayed quiet.

"Aw, c'mon Zion," Molten said, putting a hand on his shoulder, hoping to not only calm him but get an explanation of which one of his sisters she was. He turned to the mare. "Are those my shades?" He asked. As if to prove his belief that they were his, they fell on to her face.

She took them off, a slight hint of disappointment on her face, and handed them to him. As he took them in his hand she asked, "Are you really the DJ?" She asked.

He tilted his head from side to side, as if to say yes without admitting it.

She let out another excited squeal, then cut herself off after noticing he was topless. She spun to Zion. "How did you meet him? I've hoped for years to meet him, and you got to before me!" She exclaimed ferociously, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer to her, their foreheads touching.

Zion looked to Molten out of the corner of his eye, pushed himself away from the mare, and sighed. "Get the others and we'll meet you in the games room."

She giggled excitedly, spun around and ran out of the room. "Lika! Kate! Sarabi!" She called.

Zion shook his head and turned around, heading for the seat at the end of the bed. "Sorry about Mona," Zion said, grabbing Molten's vest from the chair and tossing it to him. "Hope you wanted to meet all of them at once," he said, heading for the door.