It'd been a couple days since the fight at the festival had gone down. Raven had possibly taken the worst of the damage, but given that he was outnumbered three to one against very powerful opponents, he supposed it made sense. His left arm was bandaged, though most of those bandages were covered by his jacket and half gloves.
As he walked, he held his bag slung over his right shoulder. He was walking, but he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. His mind was back in that fight, where it probably didn't belong. He didn't know why seeing Raz made him so eager to fight. That was the second time now... Even though he'd tried to use words to prevent the fight.
The way she saved Tracen though... He could have sword he'd heard the word 'mine' as she did so. And she didn't exactly hold back when she saved him. And the dragon magic she used... why did it all piss him off so much?! He clenched his left hand for a moment. But then pain made him relax a little.
He turned to look over at the ocean. It was afternoon, and there was a light breeze that carried the salty sea breeze up the cliff he was standing on. He slowly began to turn around and start walking again with a sigh and closed eyes...
It had been a fun week, Pyrath had missed her more exuberant little sister. It kept things exciting and one thing Tyr was right about was how dull dragons could be the older they were. Except Freya, she was odd… But Pyrath was still doubtful she even counted as a dragon and who knew how old she was.
Though it was a fun week, Pyrath needed to stretch her wings. It was a surprise she lasted this long in human form. Not that she did not like the human form, it was interesting- not that she would admit it but dragon was her true form and nothing beat flying. As it were the past day she had taken to floating above ground. She could not decide which was more amusing- Tyr’s constant worrying or the human reactions she received. She supposed it was not a normal sight- a young girl sitting or laying while in the air.
So the plan was to find somewhere high up, change form, and fly out over the ocean. Less chance of being seen and ocean winds were more exhilarating as well. That was when the wind blew down the cliff and with it a very strange smell. Suspicious, she glanced at Tyr. That was when she saw the figure strolling down the cliff. Hair the color of flame and the conversation with Freya came to mind. She grabbed Tyr and pulled her to the side and waited. Without thought and using the help of her wind magic, she pounced on the man.
"Huh-" Tyr was cut off when Pyrath tugged on her and quieted her down enough to hide from Raven. She'd recognized the scent a little while back but hadn't said anything since she wasn't even trying to go visit him at the moment. Their last meeting still weighed on Tyr's mind as well, despite the way it seemed.
She'd been having a fun week; her 'worrying' was more caution than anything. It wasn't like she didn't make it pretty obvious she wasn't human when she talked, she just also knew Pyrath, who wasn't exactly the best at being either modest or warm toowards humans, and who knew what trouble they could get into if the wrong person came up and wanted to talk to the two dragons?
Right now though, she was waiting silently as ordered, her magic as usual masking the both of their scents so that even Raven's amazing nose wouldn't smell them - just like before. Just as Raven walked by, Pyrath pounced. The moment Tyr's own mouth was free, she spoke up. "Pyrath why?!" she hopped down, landing gently as a feather as she ran over to the tangle of skimpily dressed teenage dragon and red-headed dragon slayer man. "We can't just go tackling people! Who knows what trouble that would cause? Also hi Raven!" Wait... when did she become the worrier? She supposed she must have assumed the role of protector naturally, given the fact that she was the "expert" on humans.
Raven was many things. Among them was a survivor. He'd been thrown into countless life or death situations and survived. So when his instincts said dodge, he opened his eyes to see what. And just in time for a blured ball of green and pink skin to crash into him. He staggered back, one hand shooting down to where Tracen had stabbed him. That was a re-opened wound...
His sunglasses were knocked off his face slightly, revealing a golden draconian eye. Which was now narrowed to match the scowl on his face as he looked at the girl that had just slammed into him. He couldn't pick up her scent, which meant Tyr was probably nearby. But that didn't completely register in his head. Instead he reached out with his other hand and grabbed the back of the strap to her top and lifted her off the ground.
"Dragon chow?" He snarled as he leaned his face in close to hers. Then he grinned revealing the fangs to go with his eye. Pointed fangs, and teeth that looked a little sharper than normal. He snapped them in her face a couple of times for emphasis as he continued. "I'll devour your soul little girl!"
"Oh... Hey Tyr," He said standing up straight. He twisted Pyrath to face Tyr as he pointed at her. There was an unamused look on his face, and his tone carried the edge one would expect when someone was in pain. "Is this yours?"
Eyes narrowed dangerously, not intimidated in the least in regards to the slayer she had pounced on. She vaguely heard Tyr’s reprimand but did not answer as said red headed slayer was snapping his teeth in her face. Her reply was a snarl of her own, growling that was a bit unhuman as she displayed her own pearl y fangs. “Trust I am not so little and I am much harder to devour than one would think.” The grabbing of her coverings and lifting off the ground was a flaw in her rather spontaneous pounce. She smelled the coopery tang of blood and had a second flash back of when Tyr mentioned fighting among her friends that made her sad. It seemed he had erred in numerous ways and she would set him straight.
When he twisted her so she faced her sister, her face was murderous. Though she did not fight and merely hung there by Raven’s strength. Though her eyes were on her sister she answered Raven’s question. “She is mine and you are a little to close for comfort.” An idea, much like a light bulb switching on. The murderous look was replaced by a smirk. “Is he the pet or the lost one?” She asked Tyr. His golden eyes were not lost on her and she would be speaking to Tyr about that. Leave it to her sister to befriend those best left alone for a dragon.
Her pale hand reached behind her and latched onto Raven’s wrist. He would not get away from her. A blast of wind shook the trees and suddenly where Pyrath was, now stood a golden green dragon. Larger than Tyr, violet orbs ethereal.
Raven was annoyed, but Pyrath... she would happily eat the man if she was given the opportunity. At least that was how the glare made Tyr feel. Some dragons did eat humans; Tyr thought it was disgusting to eat creatures with real intelligence, but many dragons argued they were smarter than most, but not intelligent. At any rate, Tyr neither wanted to see Raven get eaten, nor her sister slain. While she didn't quite trust Raven or the others like she had before the festival, she was still pretty sure Raven respected her enough to not do something too bad. Was his casual question an indication of a joke?
"Uh, yeah this is my big sister, Pyrath," she answered with a nod. Pyrath wasn't nearly as casual, threatening the man for being too close to Tyr. Tyr did appreciate the sentiment though; being claimed by a dragon was a high honor, even among siblings. It was a declaration of being willing to protect someone no matter the outcome. Tyr would say the same if she needed, but had never declared such a thing aloud.
"And he's the lost one, Raven." She didn't bat an eye as her sister assumed her true form. Tyr wasn't sure if it was actually true, but Pyrath had always seemed like a really big, strong dragon, even if she was a lot smaller than full grown dragons. Seeing Pyrath's true form made Tyr want to re-assume her own draconian form. She'd been in her human body far too long and she was starting to miss the claws and wings and tail. She would worry about that though when the two in front of her stopped grabbing each other though. Especially since she wasn't one of the dragons that could speak human tongues in her dragon form.
Raven hadn't expected the young barely dressed girl to be Tyr's sister. But he supposed that made sense with how there was never any scent. But that begged the question... why? The apparent older sister was much angrier, and prone to violence. He hadn't even done anything to her! Though he supposed the whole killing a dragon thing made him a villain in their eyes. Maybe. He didn't know enough to really make assumptions.
He was about to put Pyrath down with what probably would be a mildly insulting statement. She deserved nothing less having attacked him right off the bat. Instead however, he found a hand on her wrist. And then there was a gust of wind, and his wrist was being held by a dragon that was a little bit bigger than Tyr's dragon form.
He fell into a very defensive stance, at least as much as he could while being held. His eyes were narrowed again, ready to defend himself. But there was something different this time. He wasn't calling up his magic as he had the last time Tyr had seen him.
"Well, it's a... pleasure, Pyrath," Raven said a strong undertone of caution to his voice. Then he glanced over at Tyr. Though, the one visible eye was still shifted to watch Pyrath. The pet or the lost one huh? Did that mean Tyr thought that Tracen was a pet too? That would probably stick in that man's craw if he found out... But that was a thought for later. "I'm not lost. I know exactly where I am right now."
She was poised to use any force necessary but the slayer held back and merely became defensive in stance. Pyrath watched him as he watched her, snapping her jaws in his face once displaying her multiple pearly sharp teeth. “It is an honor to meet me.” She corrected in a dragon tongue, sure someone raised by a dragon and having slain a dragon would understand the dragon language quite well. Though, he got some points for refraining from insult and merely indicating the pleasure of meeting her, even if his tone indicated otherwise.
“Your lost.” She said it with certainty. Tyr would know and she only trusted Tyr. And she honestly did not care currently about his lost humanity. Purple on gold, both draconian. “You and your friends made Tyr sad… You owe her an apology.” Though she had pounced originally because he was indeed a slayer, the fact that Tyr knew him gave her pause. If only to make the connection that he was the slayer the other dragon was referring to.
Tyr giggled at Pyrath's insistence that it was, in fact, not just a pleasure to meet her, but an honor. She couldn't really deny it. Pyrath was pretty wonderful once you got to know her, in Tyr's opinion, not to mention meeting a dragon was rare indeed for the mortals who didn't have the pleasure of being one.
Tyr's green eyes shifted between her dragon sibling and her dragon slayer friend. She'd been worried at first, but body language said this was going to be a verbal spat, not a physical one, and Tyr was much more at ease with that. At this point, she looked rather amused. The normally talkative dragon was far more quiet than normal. Her sister was the alpha in their little pack of two, and she was busy taking up Raven's attention.
She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to insist that Raven didn't need to apologise, or if she liked the fact that her sibling was demanding the apology. Either way, she had a wide grin on her face now. Wind blew almost dramatically after the demand, blowing Tyr's human-like hair across her face. "Pyrath, I think he meant it was an honor and said it wrong," she defended for Raven, also in her native dragon tongue. She was pretty sure Raven would't have the same eloquent answer in mind.
Raven opened his mouth to reply, but then stopped for a moment. He couldn't recall Draco ever speaking anything other than the language Raven had learned to speak. Which obviously wasn't how Pyrath was speaking now, as no one would have been able to understand him. That was just outright confusing... Did he learn it before he was old enough to remember?
"Honor is a strong word," Raven shook his head slowly. After all, what kind of honor was there in being attacked? Dragon or not, violence was a quick way to get rid of honor. Especially surprise attacks on a wounded target. He reached up finally to straighten his glasses since he wasn't in immediate danger of being eaten.
"And they're not my friends," He said, a slight edge to his voice. The thought of being Tracen's friend made his blood boil. And Raz... he wasn't going to even get started on Raz. "They're my enemies, for various reasons. Including being willing to hurt innocent people just because they don't agree with things they do. As for what I owe Tyr... That's something for me to sort out with her and I don't need you being all angry dragon about it."
Pyrath snorted from her nostrils, a blast of wind that ruffled Raven’s red hair. “Honor is both strong and appropriate.” They could agree to disagree, Pyrath did not care. It was an honor if she was not munching on him. And she merely pounced. Had he not been previously hurt and in a pissy mood he may have even found it amusing.
At his very restrained tone in regards to the others involved, she deduced that he was the odd man out in the fighting that happened. Whenever she brought up the subject, Tyr became vague and changed the subject. So what she knew was what she had to piece together. Raven helped slide another puzzle piece into place. Freya was referencing him when she told Tyr to choose her battles. Tyr had defended him against a dragon and a dragon slayer.
His reasoning for his enemies slid off her scales. She was not there to proclaim innocence upon people. “You have not seen angry dragon. I merely pounced on you… She is my little sister! I came here only to find…” Pyrath stopped mid sentence, eyes eerily focused on Raven as her tail began to swish back and forth. “Did you even tell her thank you for her steadfast loyalty and defense of you against a dragon and a dragon slayer? Think on that!” By the end of the sentence her tone gained a gravelly edge to it. Did he not see the danger she put herself in? They were not full fledged dragons. These self absorbed humans.
The curled lips of her muzzle relaxed, her head tilted to the side as a slight grin appeared on her maw. Another idea. She turned to look at Tyr. “You know Sis, I believe you are right. He is lost. What Raven do you know waddles upon the grown? Ravens fly. Let us help him find his way.” No sooner were the words out of her maw before she lunged forward with her head low to knock Raven off his feet and across her neck. Her wing snapped open, watching for Tyr as she galloped towards the cliff and lifted off the ground.
"No it's true, Pyrath's not angry, buuuut I think she does find you kind of annoying," Tyr giggled. It was old news, her siblings being annoyed. Even among dragons siblings also found each other annoying sometimes, and being the youngest, Tyr was absolutely not an exception. She wasn't going to touch on the subject of thanks. Not a single human or... dragon... human... had thanked her for interfering and keeping people safe. She tried not to dwell on it, it just seemed like they'd have rather fought and killed each other - that thought did distress Tyr to this day. Not that a couple of weeks was long in a dragon's memory.
She watched as Pyrath got that look in her eye - the one before she did that thing where she was going to have fun and someone else was probably going to have a bad time. At least she'd never hurt anyone yet. "Huh? But humans can't normally-" She was cut off as her older sister lunged and even took to the air, swooping over the cliff with an ease only sky dragons knew.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Tyr took off running, but four clawed feet hit the ground instead of the human ones. She'd been in the mood to fly as well, and this was her chance! Hopefully Raven enjoyed it. If not, well, she supposed Pyrath would have her revenge and it didn't involve biting anyone's heads off in a literal sense. Tyr swooped up to Pyrath, falling into place in what might have been a V formation if there had been another dragon or three. Being a dragon was fun, especially with siblings around.
"Angry, annoyed it's the same thing when you attack a wounded person," Raven defended himself, though mostly under his breath. He was annoyed that he was bleeding again. The wound had been a lot deeper than he'd thought when he originally bandaged it up. And while his magic allowed him to heal faster as he rested... his mind and guilt wouldn't let him sit still long enough to heal properly. His own fault, but he was going to hold it against Pyrath for pouncing as she did.
"But I haven't seen her since-" He was cut off as he caught that gleam. He didn't have siblings that he could remember. But he'd traveled the world over, or at least it felt like it. And he'd seen many, many things. And that look Pyrath gave her sister instantly shut his mouth as he braced himself. Which was a good call as, after speaking about how he was supposed to be able to fly, she knocked him off his feet.
"H-hey...!" Good reflexes aside, it caught him completely by surprise. He'd expected a wing beat to knock him off his feet, or wind magic. Not the worlds most dangerous rodeo. Arms wrapped around Pyrath's neck out of a need to not fall more than anything else. After a few moments he was able to collect himself. Flying on a dragon wasn't the same as a motorized vehical, and he didn't feel the same motion sickness... at least not wholly anyway.
"You're not the first dragon I've ridden on," Raven said loud enough to be heard. He saw Tyr take dragon form, though it was less startling this time around. Partially because he was riding her sister at the moment. He grinned widely as he suddenly leaned in the opposite direction of Tyr, using his weight and strength to steer Pyrath, or even knock her off balance. And Raven, while he didn't look it... was fairly heavy by human standards, and his strength was beyond normal human strength.
Tyr giggling. That was a good sound and it actually helped soothe the irritation she felt at Tyr’s friends. If only a little. The slayer was rude, uppity, and over confident in his arrogant manner. He needed to be taken down a notch. Pyrath was not sure he was lost so much as hiding. Nothing felt quite like the air beneath one’s wings. She stretched every part of her body as she gained momentum. The slayer on her back weighed a decent amount, more than she had realized. But between the strength of her wings and her wind magic is was not that hard to stay level. She glanced to her right, seeing Tyr in dragon form. Something clicked inside of her. Maybe it was the last of her worry evaporating. This was the first time since the two had gotten together that she saw her sister in her true form. She flicked her tail, touching Tyr lightly. “It is good to fly with you again.”
Raven’s last comment had her snorting. “You’re not ridding anything. You can’t fly unless you’re in the air.” Before she could decide what to do next with the slayer upon her back, he was using his weight to direct their flight and could do so unless she brought magic into play. Two could play that game. He wanted to go left, they would go left and then some. Allowing his strength to steer them left , she dipped her left wing down, and began to barrel roll. She hoped he had a good enough grip to hang upside down. If not… Tyr would catch or their wind magic would… Or maybe… maybe he would fly.
Tyr would, in fact, catch Raven with her wind magic if he were to fall. Either way, she wan't going to interfere with Raven and Pyrath's playtime. There was no better way to make her sister grumpy than to disturb her when she was having a blast, and playing with the human seemed to be rather fun for her. Too bad the playing was currently a bit one-sided, considering Raven underestimated a sky dragon's power to, well, stay in the sky. She did a half loop, flying upside down and watching both in front of her and pyrath when she was touched.
Dragons had their own language, but Tyr was equally good at expressing things with her body language as a dragon (less so as a physically graceful yet socially clumsy human). She returned the affectionate tap by flying ahead of Pyrath and tapping her on the nose with the tip of her tail before taking off faster. Oh, Raven was gonna have fun if Pyrath took the bait and chased her~ Hopefully he didn't get airsick, because the idea of playing air tag was too fun to resist.
