The Thunder Of Kiwea

The dragons of Kiwea are thinning out and she is the last onyx dragon in her Thunder. Jinda, her mate, is the Lord of dragons and red as blood. She wants to find more like her, but she's rather restricted with her duties. Is she really alone in the world, or just the only one for a while?

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6. Ch. 5

I wake and walk to the edge of the cave, basking in the sunlight and warming myself. I stretch and wince as my chest muscles stretch a little too far. I shake myself from snout to tail and stretch my wings as far as they will, turning them almost translucent. "I never tire of seeing you in all your glory, My Lady." comes a bass voice I know all too well. "Treil... It's good to know I have a friend close by." I fold my wings as he snorts and his dark red scales glint in the sunlight as I turn to look at him. "One day I will be more than that to you. Our colors are meant for each other." I growl, warning him that if he doesn't watch himself, he'll find that I can be rather... Unkind. "You know my heart belongs to Jinda, Treil. It has for the past two decades." He shakes his head and looks at me longingly. "Bloodred and onyx? I think not, Arona. Dark to dark and light to light. Dark and light cannot love one another. You will see in time." I snap at his wing and clip it slightly, rich red blood coming to the surface and dripping to the floor. He narrows his eyes and jumps out of the mouth of the cave, snapping his wings open just above the treeline. I scrape my claws against the stone floor and look after him, wishing that I could chase after him in the glorious morning light and teach him a lesson. "My Beloved... What are you doing?" Jinda calls, looking at me with bleary eyes. "I was admiring the glorious morning." I whisper, trying not to wake the others. "We still have a few hours until we leave. Why not come back and sleep for a while longer?" I grin and walk over to him, lying back down and nuzzling his jaw with my snout as he covers me with his wing. As I lay my head down, he whispers, "Don't listen to Treil, My Beloved. He simply wants what he can't have. I love you." He lies his head next to mine and I bump his snout with mine as I whisper, "I love you, too, Jinda."

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