Mighty's Book of Oneshots 2

Pups of Drago

Author's note:

 *Mighty is actively biting at a black wolftiger with brown stripes and a fish-like tail* The other wolftiger has a sign that reads  " Might do another entry to this series where Bdubs finds out about little Grian and False. I've got an idea of a protective!Iskall goin' through my mind... Enjoy."*

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((takes place in the same universe of Not so Demised and Two more Young))

Iskall's POV:

 I flapped my wings as I flew over the graveyard. The death message of Grian flashed through my mind as I growled and breathed a small flame for warmth.

 It has been a few weeks and nothing has gotten better. The other hermits are still children, and Doc has been trying to take care of all of them. Little Tango, in a fit of anger and fear, teleported himself and Impulse to Zedaph's base. 

 Doc told me that he doesn't want anyone else finding out about the now claimed 'missing' hermits that were present in the server. The creeper cyborg was very straight with me by telling me that he was keeping the little ones under lock and key no matter what. 

 This led to today. Grian dying in the Dragon Bro cave after some TNT exploded. I landed in one of the dead tree branches that were still attaches to the tree. My tail twitched as I scanned the graves. 

 It's kind of sad looking at who died in the game. It's worse when they wake up as small children and don't really know what's going on anymore. Only some of them, the older ones like Ren and Stress, know what's going on. 

 I climbed down from the tree and looked around the graveyard. A small cry was coming from the freshest looking grave.

 There you are bud... 

 My tail twitched as I dug at the grave until I got to the coffin chest. I gently burned the latches and yanked the top open causing the cries to stop. 

 The tiny red and yellow dragon stared at me; his body was covered in burns and torn skin. The little Grian whined at me as he moved into the corner, " No, No... It'ssss me, Iskall..." I whispered as I pointed at my eye. I lowered my tail into the hole causing Grian to grab ahold of it while shuddering. 

 " Iskalll...." Grian forced out of his muzzle as I gently moved him from my tail to my arms. I was about to take off when another message popped up.

 False....

 A small puff came from the air as dust and dirt settled around Grian and me. I held Grian close as my tail thrashed. Another one of us dead. Both deaths were of us dragon hybrids. I sighed as I stuck my forked tongue out, " C-come on Grian, " I put him on my back, " Let's get False and quickly get out of here befo-"

 " Iskall?" 

 Shoot. 

 I stood up as my tail twitched, " Hi... Doc..." I greeted as my ears flicked. Doc narrowed his eyes, " What are you doing dragon?" he questioned with a frown. My tail thrashed, " N-nothing, Doc... Just helping Grian and False out.... We're still bros, after all..." I told him.

 Doc pushed back me as I repositioned Grian on my back. The little dragon's tail wrapped around my waist as he whimpered in my ear. I moved my hand back and gently ran my claw on his head, " Shhh... I'll get you home soon..." I whispered to him, " Just stay hidden..." 

 I turned my attention back to Doc as he used a shovel to dig False's new grave out. A mere couple of seconds later, and Doc brought out the small yellow and dark blue dragon still swimming in tattered clothes.