The Last Ones (Toothless X Reader)

Chapter 7 - Stuck in Enemy Territory

       My mind reeled with questions after his statement had finally sunk in.

   "What?" I hissed. I reared up and lunged away from him. "And what if that Scaleless didn't kill you? It probably deserved to perish anyway!"

   "If he spared my life, then I owe him," he sneered back. "I'm in his debt."

   "How could you possibly be in that monster's debt? They kill us off because we try to survive!"

   "That doesn't mean we get to kill them," he defended the Scaleless.

   "I can't believe him," I thought, my anger coursing high above the clouds. "I save his life, and then he goes on to defend that thing? Pathetic."

   I circled him, studying – making sure – that he was telling the truth or not. That he really stood by what he said, or just wanted to excuse an impulsive act.

   "They made us extinct," I snarled in a low, menacing voice, teeth bared and ready to rip out his throat. Rip out the traitor's throat. And to think I was beginning to get attached to him.

   "They didn't. Just look at you and me," he hissed back, hackles bunched up. "If you and I are alive, than others are as well."

   "Where do you come from, huh? Because where I'm from, I'm the last," I narrowed my eyes into slits, letting him know that I will attack if he says anything that will provoke me further.

   "I don't come from where you come from, then, that's for sure—"

   "STOP EVADING THE POINT AND GET TO TALKING!"

   My roar echoed through the forest and made birds fly off, and the Scaleless stir on the ground.

   "I come from a different Alpha," he snarled back.

   "Where?"

   "Does it really matter?"

   "Yes it does," I snarled back. "My queen has a particular... distaste, you could say, towards those who serve the Horned Triple (Shellfire)."

   "I do not serve him," he stated calmly, sitting down.

   Sitting down as if I wasn't ready to rip him to shreds after a wrong word. Sitting down, as if we had all the time in the world to live; to chat. Newsflash for him, we didn't.

   "Then who do you serve? Give me a name, or I'll singe you too," I threatened him. If he wasn't going to give me a name after I raised my voice, then he'll give me one when his life is on the line.

   "I serve Forestspine. You may have heard of him?" He inquired, letting out a weird dragonish smirk.

   "'Course I have. Those who do not know of the dragon who lives forever are fools," I claimed, letting my tense muscles relax slightly. "Untaught fools."

   "I would call them ignorant, not untaught," he stated.

   I snarled at him, glaring through my icy, cold blue eyes.

   "Come on," I grumbled. "We need to get out of here before that one wakes up and calls out for more."

   "I doubt he'll get up anytime soon," he protested, stretching with a low groan.

   "I. Don't. Care. We're leaving," I ordered, and took of vertically with a swift beat of my wings.

   Oh, it was such a relief to be back in the air. Away from the Scaleless, away from the threat it and its pack pose as. When I reopened my eyes and he wasn't beside me, beating his own wings, I looked down to see him fooling around.

   "Beat your wings properly and get away from there!" I snarled impatiently.

   I might be irritated with him, but I'm not about to let the – most likely – last scaled like me out of my sight.

   "I am beating my wings properly," he snarled back.

   And then it flashed before my eyes.

   The gory sight, the pain I felt for him. The pity in my stomach as I watched his limp form.

   "Your missing fin," I breathed out, letting myself land roughly.

   "My, what now?" He snarled.

   Great. He was frustrated too. What a nice fact.

   "Your missing fin, fishbrain," I state with a dead tone. "Can't you feel it missing?"

   "Can I feel— I can't feel anything!"

   "THEN LOOK AT YOUR TAIL."

   Looking at me through his own, green, slitted eyes, he flung his tail before his eyes. I could practically see his soul leave his magnificent body. His eyes widened, tail flopped onto the ground and his whole body began shaking.

   "No..." he breathed. "No, no, no, no no no no..." He kept on repeating the word, closing and opening his eyes and wishing this was a nightmare.

   "It's happened. You can't do anything about it, but we need to get out of here," I said, keeping my voice flat. If I didn't, I knew my impatience would shine through and make him run off with a grudge against my uncaring self.

   Without any warning, he took off on his paws, using the rock I jumped from behind as a head start. His footsteps were loud and the trees, branches and bushes rattled where ever he sprinted.

   "Come back, you eel!" I roared after him.

   When he didn't return at my request, I groaned and took off after him. His paw-prints had to be hidden, and in order to do that, I had to make sure I wasn't leaving any of my own. The branches he broke and the bushes he disturbed, I couldn't do anything for. By the time I reached the last of his paw-prints, I was at the ledge of a cove.

   And inside the cove was him.

   "How could you have been so stupid?" I snarled at him as I glided into the small clearing.

   "We're stuck here, aren't we?" he inquired, voice gloomy with lost hope.

   I glared at him, but sat down nonetheless.

   "Right in the heart of enemy territory, fishbrain."