Chapter 10

Veledar could not help warbling their arrival to the keep’s occupants below. Despite their doubts, he’d emerged triumphant. His blood tickled at the idea of seeing the old wolven’s face at such a feat. Around the stones the dragon circled, wings stretched wide. Dozens of eyes lingered upon them, a mass of feathers and soldiers alike. One by one the gryphons touched down to deliver their cargo, Lumarian and Drenedar soldiers that looked very much one and the same. Only when the last was to dismount a gryphon did the dragon land, proud and chest swollen.

To commander Gray the dragon grinned, ever so well deserved. Behind those stern lupine eyes he could imagine the distain and unease that dwelled within. His tail flicked as the wolf approached, cigar in hand of course. “There you have it commander. Dozens of soldiers just as you asked.” The dragon tucked his wings, rolling a paw to his chest as Arcturus slid from his back. “I do believe that’s a night’s work well done.”

For a moment there was a stillness about the commander’s face as the Lumarians were taken one by one by the soldiers to be kept for the evening. No one questioned such a routine thing, they didn’t want enemy soldiers wandering the keep un-supervised after all.

“Quite the feat some might say.” Arcturus added, leaning up against the red dragon. He did his best to hide it, but every limb was already whining to him. “Wouldn’t you say commander?”

Snout wrinkled, Gray lit his cigar, giving the man a knowing nod. “Have to give it to you dragon, despite my misgivings, it appears as though my doubts were misplaced. You have my apologies and my thanks, it will be good to return these men and woman to their families.”

Rumbling at the words, Veledar held his head high, adopting a most regal pose. “Just remember that when next we work for you commander.” He chuckled off the threats and demands laid previously upon his scales, “Fear can drive many people to do strange things. I imagine yours was to protect those under your care.” His paw found Arcturus, pulling the man in close and patting his chest. “I understand the notion completely.”

“Same here.” Arcturus nodded, tenderly tapping the dragon’s paw. As the wolven turned to the other soldiers to order out the Lumarian’s quarters, he couldn’t help but linger upon the actions of his wood be assassins of the eve. Were they on their own? Or part of some grander scheme meant to do him in? His mind boggled, drawing the curious eye of his draconic companion.

“Everything alright?” Came the inquisitive snout, “You can’t hide your emotions from I.”

“Later.” He offered a comforting touch, before climbing back up into the saddle. “Commander, I imagine we’re through for the evening?”

“Of course lads.” Laughed the wolf,  “Think you and the dragon of yours deserved a fine rest. Worry not of your Lumarian kin, they’ll be well taken care of.”

Though innocent on it’s own, Arcturus could not help but find malice within the wolf’s words. He bit his lip and held the saddle tight, wondering if he were leaping at ghosts. “I’ll hold you to that commander.” He announced firmly, tapping Veledar’s side. “I’ll expect them to be treated like the finest of your guests. They came to help your people, not to hinder them.”

“And that goes double for the gryphon that I brought earlier.” Growled Veledar.

“And he slumbers peacefully as we speak. Tired fellow. Though by my account a noble soul.” Gray bid them well, wheeling about as the dragon spread his wings and leaped back into his domain.

The traversing of the land between the gate and the city was gripped by an uneasy cloud, swirling every tightly around both dragon and rider. It followed with every flick of Veledar’s wings, raced upon his tail, never once letting it go as he went about the rise and fall of the currents. Both had their eyes linger upon the city, not saying a word until Arcturus broke the silence.

“Was there something between you and the commander? I could not help but notice a bit of one upmanship?”

“Nothing major. Usual things when it comes to them.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, he threatened to shoot me.”

“What?” He had to hold tight, nearly falling from the saddle. If not for the leather strap he had latched around his waist he might have, forcing the dragon into a twisted game of catch the human.

“Oh yes, it was rather cute.” Chuckled the dragon, “For a moment I think he believed he held my leash. To think that he would control my actions? Hah. I laugh at him. Then he had the audacity to think I would endanger your little quest. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know my Umraadi, he can mess it up far more than I ever could.”

So, the wolven had tried to stop Veledar’s return? The knight’s gaze drifted over his dragon’s shoulder, resting upon the shrinking fort. His heart festered with worry, “Was there a sense of malice about it?”

Veledar offered an eye, locked squarely upon his human. “Speak what you will Arcturus. Your heart churns with the unease that it did before. Is there something you’ve not shared?”

The man sighed, sensing the genuine concern in his dragon’s thoughts. “Tonight, two of the Ruby knights that went with me tried to do me in.”

Heart skipping a beat, Veledar had to beat his wings to recover. “What, why…How…” His voice was practically nothing but animalistic snarls. “To think we trusted them.” He went to tilt his wing, send them back towards the fort. “And we left all your people with them. I’ll tear down that entire place! Set in on fire, they shall rue the day they trifled with my Umraadi!”

“I don’t think we need to be that hasty.” Replied Arcturus, not wanting another incident so soon. “Commander Gray seemed to be an honorable man. You said it yourself, it was to protect the mission.”

“And they worked for him.

“Are we so certain?” His brow rose, “Or were they acting on their own. Go back now and huff a fit, we might ruin what good will we garnered this night.”

The dragon growled, drifting through the air. Blood boiled within his chest, “You’re asking me to stay my anger and let this trespass stand? Arcturus, you’re my Umraadi, men of that order made a move against you this evening, made a move against me, against us! If we do nothing that will be word to our enemies that we are unwilling to strike back!”

But Arcturus remained calm, “The assassins lay dead this eve. I believe that will be message enough for this mysterious plot.” He stared into Veledar’s questioning eye, the dragon’s rage yet quelled. He could see the madness he must have thought of him. He sighed, “That doesn’t mean we be unprepared. Don’t rest easy, go alone. There could be any number of agents conspiring against us.”

“Of which they’ll find me quite a jealous mate.”

Veledar growled his threat to the winds, setting his sights for Struport beyond.  There he passed above the spires and rooftops, stones reaching to get the honor of touching his scales. The streets below were quiet and still, only the lonely wind whistling through them. Banners flapped, snow sprinkled to the cobblestone below, it might have been an interesting sight if not for how tightly packed the alleyways were. Each was hardly large enough for two direwolves to squeeze through them, not nearly of size to fit a dragon.

Into the keep they were greeted by the night owl sapphire guardians, these humanoids much more appealing. They bore the colors of storm himself, waving the dragon in with little fuss. Through the opened gateway heat awaited them, enough to cast away the wintery chill that had them so thoroughly gripped. Lanterns lit the large corridors here, turned down to not be as shocking to those coming in from the night. Before getting called to their quarters they rummaged through a room filled with potions, finding a trio of healing potions to have Veledar guzzle down to heal what wounds he had. Their quarters called to the weary dragon and rider soon after, practically a siren’s song as they flopped against the pile of soft furs and blankets they were using as a bed.

“To think we’d go from defying to death to relaxing in warmth.” Arcturus mumbled into the sheets.

“I never had any doubt of how this would go.” Mused the dragon as he circled their quarters, lighting a trio of candles with a thin application of his fire breath. The wicks danced before his eyes, setting the mood, but not too distracting to the eye. “Did you?”

“Oh, don’t play like that with me.” He kicked off his boots, “I sensed the worry beating in your chest as you flew to us.”

“Nonsense.”

“Now who can’t hide their emotions.”

His snout wrinkled, “This is not how it was supposed to be.” Teeth grabbed hold the man’s tunic, tugging impatiently to get it over his head.

“Hey, I was getting to it.” Arcturus chortled, almost getting lifted off the bed.

“And yet too slow. Hurry or I shall rip it.”

“Then I will have no shirt.”

“Shame that.” Mused the dragon, knocking his Umraadi down upon the sheets the moment the pesky bit of clothing was off. His tongue snaked out to lick upon his flesh, easing away the tension that lurked below those muscles. Arcturus sighed and relaxed under such treatments, easing off his trousers as the dragon worked.

The knight’s eyes closed under the treatment, his shallow breaths guided by the gentle laps of Veledar’s tongue. But even under this he shifted uncomfortably. He recalled the gold dragon’s final moments, bore witness to how fast he’d drawn to end the beast with but a trigger pull. Blood splattered against his armor, stained his face. In the distance he heard a roar, followed by the sound of his youthful scream. He stirred, trapped within a nightmare that he might not escape.

“Arcturus.” Veledar said firmly, laying a paw gentle upon the man’s chest, careful to not have his claws cut his flesh.  The motion dragged the man back from whatever episode had gripped him. “What ails you?”

At first he said nothing, holding onto one of the dragon’s red digits. Those sapphire pools, charming and beautiful were seas of concern, trying to coax the man’s guard down. Arcturus looked away, blushing over such thoughts of the gold dragon’s demise.

“You can’t hide from me as I said.” Lowered Veledar’s snout, applying a tender lick. He pulled back, nose to nose with his Umraadi. “Your troubles are mine.”

“I killed that dragon.” He said softly, the shame apparent within his voice.

“Yes you did. If you think that bothers me, fear not. That bastard was going to kill me. Then, when you offered him peace he tried to end you again. You gave him an out.” The dragon shifted his tail, grumbling, “Death was unfortunate, but sometimes the outcome.”

“But you don’t understand.” He didn’t dare look Veledar in the eye as the night’s event played out in his mind. He grabbed the crossbow, without hesitation, ending a most precious life with no remorse. The dragon had already been defeated; they could have flown away. No, it was far worse than that. Darkness bubbled up within his soul, he’d killed before, countless times, but it was always a necessity. This was worse, tainted. Had he felt a hint of pride at his handiwork?

The dragon didn’t shift or turn, letting the human below him take his time. He didn’t pull or prod any further, although he did offer a reassuring nuzzle. It was only when he rumbled, and Arcturus’ tentative hands found his cheeks did the human speak once more.

He gulped, “I shot him and...I think I enjoyed it.”

Silence gripped them both, Veledar pulling away to make sure he’d heard that right. Frills flickered as he held the man in a stoic gaze, seeing the fear that trembled below those emerald eyes. He huffed, nostrils flaring at such an admission. “That’s it?”

“That’s it? How can you say that?”

“Because it wasn’t me? I’ve enjoyed killing people or animals that deserved it, have you ever encountered a red eyed vireo? Thing chirps or sings for hours, now I make sure none ever nest near my home. ”

His brow furrowed, “I do killing, never have enjoyed it.”

“I bet you have on some level, that flicker of knowledge that you were better.” He thumped his tail as Arcturus struggled to sit up, he let him do so. “That’s all this was.”

Though he didn’t speak, inside he was lost within a fog. “But was it?”

There was the fear again, the tight gripping of his digits, the wide eyes. Veledar didn’t laugh or smirk, seeing the seriousness about his Umraadi. “And you’re afraid I will be angry or judge you if you enjoyed doing away with a dragon. Rest easy knowing I’d have done the same.” He tossed his head, frills flaring. “And, if you’re bothered so much by it, I can pound you into the bed until you’re singing my name to prove I still love you.”

He pushed away the randy snout with a growl. “I wasn’t talking about sex you lewd beast. For a moment this evening I was everything I hated. What my father was to me, the slayer of your kind, no remorse, reveling in death.” He clutched his chest with a shaky breath, “I swore I’d never go down that road, what if this is the first step to walking it?”

“Walking it? If you’re having all these dreadful thoughts, I don’t think you’re that far gone.”

“You think?”

“No.” He cooed, guiding the human onto his back. “All I see is the human I fell for, empathizing with his enemy. One such as your father would never show such turmoil over a deed.” His tongue traced a line from his chest to neck, finding a home across his lips. “That’s how I know you’re still the man I love.”

They met without words, lost within a tender embrace. Fingers passionately caressed scales as the dragon huffed, determined it seemed to joust tongues with his smaller mate. Soft moans and rapidly beating hearts passed the time as they took comfort in each other. The night’s tribulations were nothing but a far away place, scattered away by the burning fire lit beneath their chests. When they parted, it was a thin strand of saliva that connected them. Flushed, Arcturus panted, lovingly staring up to the dragon that stole his heart.

“You know what to say to soothe me.” The man said tenderly, stroking Veledar’s cheek.

“I learned from watching.” The dragon chuckled, delving back to lock him once more in a kiss.

Second round they tumbled across the bed, locked at the lips. Blood simmering, lust starting to grow, it was a certainty that one of them would eventually act upon it. Veledar thrust against the bed with a passionate groan.

“After this evening?” Arcturus asked between kissing.

“I think almost needed.” Veledar pulled back, letting the man’s eyes wander to his unsheathed lance. It dripped and bubbled with need. “Now, if you want to think about yourself being a dragon hunter, I could think of a few dozen fantasies of mine, all of which have the perfect reward for you.”

“Is that so?” He smirked, “Sounds rather lewd. Whatever shall I do?”

“Surrender.” He maneuvered him to all fours, playing licking along Arcturus’ neck with a throaty growl.  “Now be still Umraadi. We shall be joined for quite some time, oh, and do prepare to sing my name.”

** * * * * * * **

Dreams that eve were fraught with danger, darkness hounded at the man’s every step. He found himself cornered across the snowy fields, the crimson dragon from his nightmares made real. It loomed overhead like an obelisk, great and terrible as it’s growl radiated through his flesh. It taunted him with it’s laugh, conjuring ghostly images of his dead family. They called to him, begging to know why their killer still flew the world free. Arcturus had no answer for them, blood frozen within.

When he woke, his heart was stampeding, threatening to burst out from his chest. He would have shot up if he were able, but he was trapped between the forepaws of his great scaled love. There was a pause as he detached himself from the dream, realizing reality for what it was. Though this could not sooth the bitter sting of dread flame’s look, nor chase away the laughter.

Laboring a great sigh he rested against the chest of the slumbering dragon that held him, focusing upon his breaths. The warmth was soothing to be held in this way, greater than any blanket, a shield against Struport’s frightfully chilly mornings. Veledar’s form whispered salacious things to the man’s mind, trying to sway him away from his daily routine. Sleep it insisted, let the dragon’s comforting protection carry you to slumber once more. For a moment he gave in to such temptation, his eyes already starting to drift closed. If not for a thumping tail and shuttering snore from his draconic love, he might have.

Oh the things he had to endure for his routine. The man grumbled and struggled to free himself from the dragon’s grip. It took several minutes of grunting and slightly shifting, trying to not wake the beast that in fairness had earned his lay in this day. When Arcturus was free of his alluring prison, freedom was a bitter pill in which to swallow. Cold leaped upon him like a ravenous beast, sinking it’s icy teeth into his flesh.

Cursing he rummaged around in the dim light to find his coal-colored tunic and trousers, thrown from their bed due to the previous night’s activities. He might have smirked at such fond, loving moments, if not for the biting cold that gripped him. As he dressed he couldn’t help but keep drifting back to the slumbering dragon, noticing the gentle twitch of his frills with every breath. His heart yearned to return, to be held between those protective paws. Where the world was nothing but his warmth, to feel his loving breath upon his neck.

“No, I have shite to do.” Growled Arcturus, righting his mind with a shake of the head. The faster he got dressed, the sooner this temptation of laziness would be driven from his mind. Even if the consequences of such an action were quite alluring to say the least. He slipped on a thick wool coat, white furs stitched to the collar. It fit him rather well, dire wolf fur the wolven merchant had said. Soft as a pillow but warm as a gryphon. Fastening the belt now, the knight doubted such words held true, for it was as cold as the room around it.

Stowing his onyx bladed sword into his scabbard, he steeled himself for the day ahead. One filled with prayer and swordsmanship, perhaps a bit of study. He rummaged around to fit upon his head a stitched crimson hat, made by the steady hands of their cleric, Asterion. The workmanship might not have been the best quality to rival elves, but he was not going to be the one to tell the minotaur his work resembled that of a toddler. With a final groan of staying within the dragon’s forepaws, Arcturus dared approach, resting a hand gently upon that crimson snout in which he found himself so bound.

Veledar rumbled, muttering something under his breath. His tail twitched at his hinds, some dream keeping his attention still.

“How lucky I was to find you Umraadi.” He said softly, leaning down to smooch upon the warm, crimson nose. Nostrils flared as if the dragon sensed it. “Love you, don’t get into too much trouble today.”

“Love you too.” Veledar mumbled sleepily, as the knight wheeled about and headed for the door, lest he was tempted once more to stay.

The halls were far worse than their room. He breathed upon his hands for any semblance of warmth. It would seem that Nutambar really hated the day this morning, to inflict such a cold upon the populace. Though it did hasten his steps, determined to carry him to the inner depths, where breakfast and morning prayers were awaiting him. Caverns and decorated hallways with various trinkets were now second nature to him, having had weeks to get accustomed to the layout. He passed a pair of guards heading off to the surface, waving to them by name. He bet that if given the chance, he could have made his way through Fremra’s home blind folded if needed. Though he doubted he’d not get far before a mischievous dragon or gryphon played foul tricks upon him.

Morning prayer found him joined by Asterion, the cleric already haven laid out his mat and kneeling upon it. Around him were numerous candles already lit, enchanting the limited room with their orange light. Incense caressed them both with tendrils of smoke, enchanting the air with the smell of the mountains beyond. If sleep was denied the bull, he didn’t show it, only acknowledging Arcturus with a knowing nod. Though he did notice the look approval over wearing of his hat. The knight unsheathed his sword and began his morning movements, recanting his paladin oaths as he did so.

“A paladin is sworn to valor.” His blade extended like his arm, stabbing at some imaginary foe. Bringing it across his arm he thrust it the other way, right through a plume of smoke. “His blade defends the helpless.”

Across his mind bubbled a flash of Dreadflame, the dragon’s harsh snort washing over him. In those eyes he saw murder and death. Gritting his teeth the next movement, he pictured himself slicing apart that smug grin, that of a murderer unrepentant.

“His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth.” He kneeled, presenting his blade before him as though before a ruling king or queen. Bowing his head he focused on the dragoness that had chosen him to wield the powers that he did. Never using them for personal power or ambition, but to protect the innocent. But as his eyes closed and he held such a stance, the visage of the great platinum dragoness did shift. She was replaced by the burned body of his wife Selina, never knowing he’d return to save her.

“Is this what your oaths mean to those you love?” Dreadflame’s voice whispered in his ears, “To be helpless as they fall beneath my claws? How much did they suffer do you wonder? Do you think they thought you’d deliver them from harm?”

Arcturus’ hands trembled, a fire lit within his chest. He focused upon the dying visage of that night, of the dragon’s chest skewered open with a lance. Pity, he remembered thinking after, that the dragon should have died so quick. His actions deserved something worse, to suffer for what he did.

“But is that what a paladin wants?” Hissed the corpse of his foe, “To torture those he despises? That sounds more to me like the blood of your father coming true.”

“No!” Arcturus stood tall, his sword clattering to the ground. His heart was racing, eyes wide as though the dragon had just been here.

“Problem?” Grunted Asterion, the cleric opening only a single eye, “Or did you get a motion wrong?”

He looked to his hands, trembling over such a vision. “I’m not sure.” He squeezed the bridge of his nose. He was not his father. “Just a memory haunting me.”

“Is it one that needs redemption?”

It was nothing like the bull’s own sins, so he shook his head. “Nothing you can help with I’m afraid.” Grabbing his sword he reset his stance, trying to will his heart back to calm.

“His words speak only truth.”

“Liar.” Dreadflame whispered, “You seek the death of dragons.”

His eye twitched as he continued, standing tall to slice the vile image from his mind. “His wrath undoes the wicked.”

Breakfast thankfully was more quiet, devoid of any visions that might alarm his soul. He kept it simple, some steamed rice, bowl of miso soup and some pickled vegetables. Of course he completed it with a cup of coffee to shake off the last lingering shadows of weariness. As he sat in silence, contemplating the day, his mind wandered to what transpired last night. Not the dragon and the undead armies, but that of the ruby knights that tried to slay him.

He knew the dragon and he suggested they might have worked alone, but he couldn’t shake the thought they might not have. If so, that meant there was a nest of vipers out there waiting, biding their time to pounce once more. His eyes flicked to some passing guardians in the morning hall, sapphire guardians by the look of them, could this conspiracy, if true, be found in the other orders? His heart sank at such a though, he’d left his friend, Skywing and the other Lumarians, right in their care. What else could he have done though? Argued to high heaven and back? It was their city and the rule of law was theirs. As he slurped down the last of his miso soup, savoring the salty-sweet flavor, his mind was made up. He’d make sure that his countrymen were cared for properly.

Asking around he managed to reveal where they’d been moved, a small section right outside the main city’s gates. With his wits about him, Arcturus managed to grab Asterion and request his presence, no sense in going alone. He’d have asked Veledar but the dragon was still asleep, occasionally pawing at their blankets.

City streets were packed with people, some living here and going about their routine, others heading for the docks. As the days had passed on by, the influx of refugees had trickled down to a crawl. Either none were coming towards the city, or more likely, Dreadflame had cut them off. Either way, the chatter of hundreds of folks filled the air, broken apart by the clicking of wagon wheels upon the cobblestone.  The cleric and paladin stuck close to one another, suspicious of any guard they saw, waiting for another assassin to reveal themselves.

“They will not Arcturus, you fear for nothing.” Grunted the bull as they padded their way around an elven bakery, the fresh smell of biscuits whisking out at every opening of the door. “Assassins are cowardly creatures. They prefer darkness and cowardice.”

“You can’t help but say it was effective.”

“Effective? You stand and they lay dead and cold upon the ground. Their souls now rest within the halls of the dishonored, writhing in torment for such a deed.”

He clutched tight his cloak as a cold wind swept across them, “If not for Mug, they might have managed to end me there.”

“And yet, here you are.” Grinned the warrior, “Fate has smiled upon you, favored the honorable warriors over such dishonorable dogs.”

Word of the previous night must have spread through the guardian’s rank and file. Either by the way of their commander or Alonso’s good word. For when Arcturus and Asterion approached, asking questions of the guests, they were welcomed with warm smiles and clasps on the back.

“You saved my friend last night.” A fair faced guard bowed her head, blonde hair drifting over her face to reveal an orange gryphon wing clip. “I owe you much Arcturus, perhaps a well-cooked meal?”

He blushed, knowing she was probably a member of Parunga’s church, and knew where that might lead. “Just your thanks does me well.”

“Then that is what you shall have.”

As they passed through the doors, Asterion gave an amused snort. “For assassins, they are quite welcoming. I’d accept her offer in your stead if I wouldn’t break her in the attempt.”

He eyed the minotaur, seeing no hint of pride in such a statement. “From anyone else, I think that would be bragging.”

“You hang around gryphons and dragons too much.” Replied the cleric, “What I speak was only fact. Humans and those like you…are too fragile.”

What they were led to could have been described as a refugee camp. Tents were strewn about the snowy field, no doubt thrown together last evening in the twilight hours. The air was thick with the smell of campfires, the survivors clinging to them with what blankets had been provided to them. Idle chatter was shared among them, mainly of what was to be done with them and their good fortune.

Others found themselves wrapped up in the minotaur activities, engaged in their traditional wrestling. Most did this on any sort of campaign, it relieved the stress and ensured their aggressive tendencies were not expressed in more negative manners. Around the brawling bulls were men and woman eager to get their turn as they stayed glued to the muscular warriors having at one another.

“Not going to have part in that?” Arcturus asked as they passed a collection of soldiers holding morning prayers, bowing their heads for those they’d lost.

The bull snorted, the question rolling off his shoulders as easily as water. “They don’t know how I cleared my shame.” He padded the side of him, to where a box had once rested. One that had been the bull’s non stopping quest until a few weeks ago, where all the souls he’d unjust fully slain were given the choice of returning to this plane.

“You could, go tell them.” He gestured to one among them he counted as their leader, one with various beads within his braided, almond hair. “I think that one spoke me last night, was awfully desperate to perish.”

“Were you seeing death at your door?”

“I hardl-“

“As dead in battle would be seen as the preferable to being taken captured alive.” His tail flicked as his eyes traveled about all the warriors, then returning to Arcturus with a nod. “You spared them a great dishonor last night human. You should be proud of yourself.”

“It wasn’t all me you know.”

“Lets just hope they don’t wish to repay you the same way of that woman.” Laughed the warrior, giving Arcturus a playful nudge. “They’d leave you utterly destroyed.”

“Even the woman?” Arcturus noticed the wandering eye of a minotaur woman, just as muscular and vocal as the men. He had to look away as she gave him a sultry look.

“Especially the woman.” Mused the warrior, “Unless you’d like to come to me on healing a shattered pelvis.”

“Perhaps another time.” He winced, quickening his pace to where he noticed the flock of gryphons had gathered.

The half lion creatures were chasing one another through the snow, nipping at one another’s tails with their beaks. Laughter was in the air as they chirped and leaped, crashing into others and dragging them into the white powder below. Claws were swatted against each other in playful displays, as others performed for an audience over their mastery of gryphon dancing. Such things he’d seen before, of leaping about and maneuvering their wings as though they were arms. Asterion trotted off to watch such an act while Arcturus searched to find Skywing among them.

The white gryphon was healthy as one could be, letting water fall from his waterskin to his open onyx beak. Where blood had been the previous night had been cleaned away, replaced with the perfect image of gryphon health. Tail twitching he finished his drink, feathers perking up as he caught sight with his friend.

“Arcturus, you came to see us!” The tiger striped gryphon chirped, rising up to tuck in his black and white feathered wings.  With a bounce in his paws he sauntered over, ears standing upright. The perfect prey for a light hazelnut female to screech and land victoriously upon his back.

“Got you!” Cried the gryphoness, crashing Skywing into the snow. There she nipped and swatted at him, laughing as indignant squawks greeted her.

“Moonfeather can’t you see Arcturus is here?”

“What is an Arcturus?” She rolled about with the white gryph, hurling him off with an application of her hinds to his belly. When she rose she gave Arcturus a sly smirk, white tipped ears standing tall. “All I see is this dashing human here.” It was her turn to tuck her wings and saunter over, golden eyes gleaming with delight. “I don’t think we had much time to meet last night, Moonfeather at your service, cleric of Parunga. Without me half these feather brains would be up a creak with-“ Her squawk resounded through the field as Skywing had returned with a vengeance, body slamming her to the snow. “Hey, what was that for?” She chirped, shaking a layer of snow from her feathers.

“I do believe for leaping upon my back whilst it was turned.” Chirped Skywing, fluffing off his feathers to adopt a more dignified stance.

“That doesn’t ever stop you from doing it.”

“Not in the presence of guests though.” He circled Arcturus, clicking his tongue before nipping at Arcturus’ arm.

“Hey!” Arcturus pulled it back, “That’s a funny way to greet a friend.”

“No its not if one considers it might be a dream.” Replied the gryphon, planting a seat before him with a  flicking tail. His wings shot out on either side of him, wrapping around Arcturus tight. Without another word his head rested on the man’s unresisting shoulder, letting the message be clear. He was thankful, from the deepest part of his heart. “But I’m glad to know that it wasn’t.”

Warmth was wrapped around him like a blanket, his arms caressing the feathery neck of his friend. He buried his cheek into it, sharing a moment of tenderness. When it ended they parted with a patting of ones shoulders, Skywing using his wing. “Glad to see that you and everyone are being well taken care for. Thought for a moment this morning you’d be prisoners.”

“Oh, don’t think we’re not that.” The gryphon replied, gesturing to the guards and pegasai that waited just on the outskirts of this encampment. “They’ve forbidden us to fly around. I get it, don’t want us looking about if we’re spies. But really.” He squawked and ruffled his feathers as a dozen gryphons continued about their playful chasing around the field. “So that’s all we have to get energy out. Well, beyond the obvious other ways.”

The knight’s cheeks flushed as Skywing gave him a salacious wink, knowing just what other way he had in mind. “I don’t think they’re ready for that level of gryphon stress relief.”

For a moment they sat in silence, watching the gryphons around them go about their allowed stress relief. Snow was flying, feathers flaring, songs from a multitude of beaks caressed the ears of all around them. The cold air swirled in Arcturus chest, allowing him a reprieve from the darkness that dwelled just beyond the western gate, amassing and chittering, waiting to strip all here of their lives.

“But besides that, they treat you well friend?” He scratched at the base of Skywing’s ear, practically forcing the gryphon’s eyes to close, a look of content painted across his beak.

“They gave us fires, wood, meager bits of food. Though they speak better of you for rescuing them, I can sense a cloud of distrust about them.” Replied the gryphon, unable to drag himself away. “You know it’s hard to focus on what we need with your scratching like that.”

“Apologies.” Arcturus said, retracting his hand, only for it to be caught by the gryphon’s claw.

“I didn’t say stop.”

“And here we go again.” He returned his hand, this time to the other ear that lay neglected. He caught sight of several gryphons peeking their heads towards them. In their glittering eyes was all the same expression, a look of envy for their commander. “But at least the Drenedarians treat you well, could be worse. What did you expect in your arrival, banners of welcome? Horns serenading the wings in which you fly?”

“Something better than this I suppose.”

“It will take many deeds to instill trust. But, despite their reservations, it’s good to see a familiar face.”

“Of that we can be in agreement.” Skywing pulled himself away, rubbing up around Arcturus as though he were an affectionate cat. “But where are my manners, I’ve been hogging you all to myself.” Ears rose as feathers fluffed, the onyx beaked gryphon called to his kin with a boisterous voice of command. “Sons and daughters of Lumara. I think some may have known of him before we left, but here stands Arcturus Lund. Without his aid and that of his dragon, we might still all be captured or dying within the hands of the enemy.” He pat the back of the knight with a stoic nod, “Show him your thanks and gratitude as is due him.”

For the next few minutes Arcturus was bombarded by all who heard the gryphon’s call. Gryphons large and small sauntered over from their play to offer their thanks with bowed heads and ruffled feathers. In his direction he had a multitude of offers for naming children after him, offers to join in their play practice, even some inviting him to join their nest when all this affair was done. When he thought that he might not escape this, next came the humans and minotaurs themselves. He got handshakes, nods, a few dozen thumps of fists against chests. All the while Skywing sat with a happy, mischievous look about his face.

“Happy now?” Arcturus dusted himself off, finally getting done with his dozenth gryphon hug.

“Quiet. Though I think you may have forgotten a few.” He gestured Swiftclaw, the leader of the supposed gryphon squad. He was busy circling Moonfeather with a twitching tail, each of the gryphon’s muscles tensed and ready to pounce.

At mention of them, the brown gryphon’s ears did perk high. Swiftclaw composed himself with a squawk, before sauntering over and saluting Arcturus with a wing. “Good to see you again sir. Gryphon squad is assembled and ready, waiting to be given orders when the time presents itself.”

“You can call me Arcturus.” The knight crossed his arms, watching the dutiful gryphon clack his beak, “Consider it an order if you’d like.”

“Fine…Arcturus.” Swiftclaw’s beak twitched at the effort, clearly strange upon his tongue. “Point still stands, we’re ready if you give the word.”

“Word for what?”

“Why, escaping of course.” Scoffed the gryph, “We do find ourselves captive at the moment, deprived of our weapons. Only thing different than our previous predicament is were no longer tied up!”

He waved off the gryphon’s concern, “I’m sure we can get it sorted in a few. For now, I suggest you rest, we both know each man or woman here has earned it.”

“Ah, so just a recreational visit then.” There was disappointment clear in the gryphon’s tone.

“Perhaps he came to help with morale?” Moonfeather sauntered over, cocking her head. There was mischief twinkling in her eyes. “Engage in a bit of gryphon practicing?”

“Looks more like playing and mating dances.” Chuckled Arcturus, “Since when does that count as training?”

“Would you like a demonstration?” Skywing chirped from behind, when Arcturus turned the gryphon’s wings were tucked, tail flicking back and forth.

He’d seen this look before, but usually from Veledar himself. Now he found that now two but three gryphons held him with that same mischief. “Why do I get the feeling I’m not to have a choice?”

“Consider it a bit of bonding with the men.” Skywing waggled a claw, “Show that the one they came here for is willing to get down and dirty…Not that kind of dirty Swiftclaw.”

“Sorry.” Replied Swiftclaw, ears splayed.

Arcturus backed away, bumping into yet another gryphon. This one larger than the others, with muscles and scars to show a life of combat. His feathers and fur were blue, black, silver and white, resembling very much a blue jay. The male rose his head with a playful chirp, white tuft tail practically bouncing. “I’ve seen you lot play and tussle.”

“It’s training and we’ll be real gentle.” Said Swiftclaw, taking a step closer. “We are well trained and versed with humanoid companions of the more fragile variety. Bright claw, cut him off, that’s an order.”

Brightclaw, as the larger gryphon was called, spread his wings wide to block off Arcturus’ escape. He thumped a claw in the snow, warding the human away with a playful squawk. “Not going this way boss.”

Turning about he held out his hands, realizing this was to happen. He avoided Skywing’s leap, letting the gryphon barrel passed him into the blue gryphon, toppling both to the snow. Moonfeather careened over, opening her wings and threatening to tackle the man with a hug. He ducked and slid right under her, feathers tracing along his coat.

“So, there is some sport about him.” Swiftclaw gestured lowered his haunches and wiggled, “Gryphon squad, tackle the human, that’s an order!”

In a desperate race, Arcturus found himself within the gryphon’s training if he liked or no. His boots thundered, snow tossed behind him as he ran from the predatory catbirds on his heels. He’d double back and careen away, always missing them by inches. Beaks nipped at his arms, legs, torso, each gentle but trying to pull him down. Guards around drew curious eyes at such a playful display, all till Arcturus found himself surrounded, wings of feathers blocking off any escape. He was trapped.

“Got you now.” Brightwing announced in victory, picking Arcturus up with his beak by his collar. “That good chase though. Sad you can’t wrestle.”

“Course he can, but its like wrestling a hatchling.” Replied Moonfeather, snatching Arcturus and dragging him to the snow with a surprised laugh, the others were soon upon him.

Trapped in the snow he was at their mercy. Each of them came in turn to nuzzle themselves against him. Feathers and fur caressed flesh, bringing with it warmth and closeness as the gryphons rumbled softly in their chests. His hands reached out to scratch and caress, but it only seemed to fuel this desire to rub up against him. Laughing, he tried to get free, only for the pile of gryphons to drag him down.

“Not done your petting yet.” Chirped Moonfeather, leaning into his palm. “You lost, you pet. Thems the rules.”

“I didn’t receive a booklet.”

“I’m sure it’s in there.”

As they laughed and continued about, a black furred gryphon scoffed at their antics. One of his ears was longer than the other, studded with gleaming steel. His hind feathers were tipped with white, as though he’d been dipped in snow. “Are the lot of you done making fools of yourselves, demanding pets and grinding yourselves against the commander and his friend?”

“I never seem to be done doing that.” Skywing rose up, ears perked as he offered the black gryphon a beak parted smile. “Besides Shadowquil, Arcturus has quite the magical hands.”

Shadowquil scoffed, “I do hope you mean in scratching and not in…Other areas.”

Skywing laughed, “Both!”

“Of course.” Groaned the gryph, holding out a wing to start preening his feathers. “Could you get Arcturus to request things for us to do besides hurl ourselves at one another like beasts?”

“If you’re not sure, we’re gryphons.” Squawked Moonfeather, forming a snowball with his claws.

“And I’d rather spend my time reading or researching, or pondering how to combat that fear aura we were subjected to…Instead of mucking about like a bunch of children-“ He sqwuaked as the snowball slammed into his face, his gaze narrowed like steel as the female gryphon fell backwards laughing. “You continue to make my case.”

“Suppose he’s right.” Skywing fell backwards, reclining into Arcturus’ lap, preventing the man from rising.

“Um…Skywing?” He tried to shove the gryphon off, failing as he only found himself leaned into more.

“Nope, you’re my couch now.” Chirped the gryphon.

Groaning he wrapped his arms around Skywing’s chest, scratching at the gryphon’s fur. “I don’t know how you expect me to go make a list of things you require if you’re going to trap me under your bulk.”

“That does sound like a predicament my friend, but I trust you have the skills to persevere.”

“You’re just as terrible back in Rothdell.” Arcturus laughed. “Next you’re going to be asking me to rub your paw pads.”

“That comes later.” The gryphon leaned back with a wink, “Once we’re not prisoners. Maybe I can even be properly introduced to that red dragon of yours.”

“Perhaps.”

“And you can tell me about your adventures. Possibly by an evening fire, glass of frost wine or two.” The gryphon sighed, “Are you still terrible at charades?”

“I’m not terrible at it!”

“Is he?” Moonfeather tilted her head with a chirp.

“Dreadfully.” Skywing laughed, “Should have seen him, floundering about like a pufferfish. How were we supposed to know he meant a venomous flying serpent.”

“I made the slithering tail and everything!” Arcturus countered; it had been many years since then. “Granted I used my arm, but still. You’re only laughing cause the lot of you were too trashed to know!”

“Sounds like excuses Arcturus.” The female gryphon offered her ear, when he didn’t budge, she moved ever closer. “Scratch it and I join your side in this debate.”

“Traitor.” Skywing nipped at her, getting a batting of a claw in return.

“Just practical.”

Arcturus sighed and scratched the female’s soft ear, immediately filling the air with her pleased song. By the way she shuttered and closed her eyes, increasing her voice, he imagined she was playing it up to see Skywing and the other gryphon’s envious.

“See, I agree with Arcturus. You just clearly didn’t understand his expert ability to waddle about.”

After the exchange of words, gryphon squad was left to be commanded by Swiftclaw once more. The brown gryphon had them running laps on his order, doing drills that involved pouncing and fluffing their wings. Though Arcturus and Skywing were offered to join, they slipped away to find some parchment in which to write down what this encampment needed.

Skywing sighed when they found an ink and quill, provided to them by the sapphire guardians. Arcturus was jotting down several things in which minotaur, humans and gryphons had already insisted upon. There were books, more blankets, food of better quality, even mention of instruments and toys. The knight had risen a brow at such a suggestion but getting a skeptical look and the gryph insisting they needed something to gnaw upon, even bones would do.

“I look to all these faces and see those that I failed.” Skywing said softly when it was just Arcturus and him. The gryphon’s hind shifted as his gaze fell to each of those survivors from the ship. “I brought them here on the Tempest, promising them a glorious fight, vows that what we would do, would matter. That the fate of the continent would be in the balance. I look to all the missing faces and can’t help but feel as though we should not have come.”

He set down the list, “Have you not lost soldiers before under your command?”

“Yes, but never in this quantity. Then not like how we did. Not under the enemy’s forces, but at our very own. To have them ripping at their previous friends like people possessed.” He visibly shivered, “I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

“And yet that’s what we face. The question remains if we will gather the courage to resist it.” Arcturus replied just as soft, seeing the unease in his friend’s face.

“What did you say it was last night? I heard inklings.”

“Dragonfear.” Arcturus explained, “A magical ability that dragons possess. Typically it drains the will to fight from those that behold them, forces those affected to run or shiver in terror. This one…” He grit his teeth, cold flickering across his skin. “Is far greater if it can turn allies against one another.”

“How do we fight such a thing? Am I wrong for asking them to continue fighting with no defense to such a cowardly act?”

He set a hand upon his friend’s shoulder, drawing the gryphon’s face towards him. “We will find a way to best it my friend. The queen lives and dies for this sort of magical mystery, and with my and Crimson Sky’s input, we’ll have it sorted.”

“But can you have it done before this Dreadflame is knocking at these gates? Before his claws at clambering up the walls, teeth bearing down onto the flesh of these people?”

That was certainly the question that stilled Arcturus’ tongue. Even now he could picture them suffering, dying, wailing at their failure. He shook his head and caressed his friend’s shoulder, “That we can’t focus on. To think we’re going to lose helps bring way to it’s creation. For now know I’ll get her aid and work upon it.” He waggled the list of things, “And hopefully in the meantime, these toys will be of use.”

“It’s a valid item to be added!” Swiftclaw chirped over from his team, ears pinned to his head. “I can hear you laughing Shadowquil!”

Skywing nodded without a word, his fears being quelled it seemed for now. The gryphon slid around Arcturus, rubbing his flank along him with a series of trills. “Then I’ll have trust in you.” His eyes found the parchment, “Though I think you forgot some steel polish.” He tapped at it with a claw.

“What for?” He chortled, adding it.

“Mug.” He replied flatly, “Said you dented his weapon.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, dented it? I did no such thing!”

“That’s what he said, honest truth.” He put a claw to his feathery chest, “Wouldn’t shut up about it. See?” He gestured to Mug, who was sitting alongside a trio of minotaur. At Arcturus’ glance the kobold rose a most vulgar finger.

“I can’t believe it.” Arcturus shook his head, adding it to the list. “I save his arse from the dragon and he’s mad that I dented his weapon. He can’t even have it here.”

Skywing rose a brow.

“Not admitting it I did it of course.”

“Of course. I imagine he wants it for when he gets his weapon back.”

He rolled up the parchment, then patting his friend on the back. “Then I best be off. Who else is going to get this sorted if not me?”

“Truer words have not been spoken.” Skywing nodded, trapping the human once more in a feathery hug. His beak shifted towards the gryphon dancers, where Asterion now was awkwardly shuffling along to a group of males and ladies bumping their haunches against his hips. “Though I think you might need to collect your minotaur.”