Hybrid

Chapter Two

Hybrid's P.O.V:

Consciousness blearily sunk into my bones, and I slowly blinked my eyes open.

All around me was nothing but cold darkness, and my senses weren't working correctly.

I reached my claws out, scratching against some kind of encasement around me. It only took a few swipes, and the walls of whatever it was ripped. I tumbled out, but something felt.... off.

Looking around, I was surprised at my surroundings. I was in some kind of tent, and the ground beneath me was sandy. I had expected the last part from passing out in a desert, but not the leather shelter. There were two mats on the floor, probably temporary beds for whoever lived in the tent.

I looked over myself, gasping in surprise. On my back were wings! There were four! I let out a yelp of surprise, those hadn't been there last I had checked.

The wings were a frost blue with a darker gradient, quite like a lot of my scales, with a few spots of neon pink. Scrunching my nose, I brushed that off. I didn't like pink.

Their structure didn't look similar to any of the tribes I knew of. Then again, none of the tribes had four wings, either. Maybe it was a mutation?

I blinked, looking at what I had crawled out of. It was a big pile of what looked to be some kind of cocoon, the material was leathery and there was a lot of it.

It kind of reminded me of one of the insects in a scroll that my father had gotten me, a moth, I thought. They didn't live in the arctic, so I couldn't have known for sure, having never seen one myself. Even so, it was like a huge version of the cocoons described in the scroll.

The material eminated cold, and glowed very faintly, quite similar to my frostbreath. Why would I have been inside of that?

I looked down at my wrists, remembering the icy feeling that settled over them before I had blacked out. The feeling was still there, but it wasn't necessarily uncomfortable. They seemed to be swollen, which was as strange as any other part of my situation. Who had ever heard of a dragon's wrists suddenly growing?

I looked up as voices sounded outside the tent.

"Alright, what is it that you wanted to show me?" a frail-sounding dragon asked. The dragon it belonged to was probably old.

A bouncy, energetic voice replied. "We found this big white thing in the desert! It was cold, really cold! We almost passe-"

A calmer tone interrupted the happy dragon, accompanied by a high-pitched yelp. I suspected that the loud one had been elbowed. "Elder Alder, we found a mysterious, cold object almost buried in the desert sands while on patrol. We suspected that, if anyone knew what it was, it would have been you."

"I understand," the old dragon said. "You said that you put the object in your tent, Jararaca?"

"Yes," the calmer voice replied "Would you offer your wisdom to assist us in identifying it?"

The old dragon laughed, "You make me feel so old, I just wish you'd quit it with that fancy-schmancy speech! You're my granddaughter, for goodness's sake, even your partner, Cod, will address me by name! Quit it with 'Elder.'"

The older dragon and the energetic dragon laughed, and the other let go a heavy breath. She sounded frustrated.

"Let's go, I want to know what it is!" the bubbly dragon said.

I stood up, shifting to a defensive stance, as the dragons walked in the tent. My wings hung limply at my sides, I didn't know how to use them correctly, and my tail was still mostly inside the cocoon-thing. It seemed longer than it used to be.