We Don't Know What To Call This But Its Happening (Private with Pyrrhus)

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Groaning, Tempest stretched out her front legs similar to that of a cat as she gently tried to stretch her tired muscles. Right now, she somewhat regretted going out into her territory as there were so many things which could go wrong. Rogues, dragons, humans, almost anything could decide that they wanted her dead. She had originally reasoned that no one would want to pick on a dragon as large as her-she was probably one of the largest FireWings around. She was rather tall and her tail was incredibly long as it snaked across the ground behind her.

She wandered through the plains. They were bare, scarce and void of anything which could be living with large rocks protruding from the ground. Groaning, she continued on her way. How could a Queen get lost out here? They were probably worried for her back at home. Sadly though, Tempest couldn't figure out which direction was which on this cloud covered day, the sunlight barely getting through the clouds. If she could pinpoint where the sun was, Tempest knew that she may be able to get home, but there was no way that was going to happen easily. For now, she wandered the plains of the earth, trying to find something she recognized.

Pyrrhus listened silently under the pillow. She was coming... He would be saved! Perfect! He knew she'd come through and find him eventually. It would never be like her to just leave him. But things didn't turn out so much as he planned... It was like she didn't even see him at all.

He whimpered as she picked up the pillow with her maw, His legs getting caught in the dragoness's jaw. The helpless Reptilian whimpered as he was unwillingly carried to the room where the pool was earlier. He was set down with the pillow on top of all the others. He was safe again, he was free...

But not all was well yet. As soon as he got out of the mound of pillows there was a sudden thud, followed by water going everywhere... That couldn't be good. Not at all... And it sure wasn't. He saw Tempest lying in the now empty pool (Due her body heat and water going out of it) with her head down against the bottom... This wasn't good... Not at all...

The little reptilian rushed to the edge of the pool, sliding down the gradual incline of the edge and to Tempest. He ran toward where the Dragoness's head was. As far as he could tell... She was breathing. Pyrrhus knelt down worryingly in front of the unconscious dragoness, placing a hand on the tip of her nose. The only thing he could do was wait...

Slowly the day dragged on, the sun eventually climbing to its peak and then falling once more. It was long into the afternoon before the dragoness even began to show signs of life aside from the steady inhaling and exhaling of her chest. Her mind switched back on before the rest of her body, making her feel as if she was trapped for a while until the rest of her eventually caught up. A small groaning sigh escaped her, pain etched through her voice as her head pounded in pain.

Slowly, the dragoness gained finer movements, worried that she would have just hurt herself. She was relieved after testing this fear out. It turned out she hadn't, but something was touching her. She tried focusing, but her eyes stung in pain as she tried, allowing Tempest to place her head back down onto the ground. She groaned, pain flooding her mind again as her head throbbed.

She refused to move for a few more moments, before slowly shifting her head, pulling away from the hand. Through stinging eyes, she managed to make out a white object, but couldn't figure out what it was. Her eyes watered as she focused, then her voice spoke up against the silence. It sounded as if she was incredibly confused, as if she were told something brand new for the first time, "What are you..?"

The dragoness stirred in her 'sleep' as the little reptilian watched. Her head must feel awful, it has been hit pretty hard against the wall. Would she be okay? Surely she had to... She couldn't be that hurt now? Could she? Would he have to go get help? Run out into the town to get healers?

But then she spoke... Suddenly and quickly... Out of nowhere. She... Didn't recognize him? How could this be? They'd just done so much together and yet she didn't know who he was. It just didn't make sense... How could it be? How could she just not recognize him...

"Tempest... It's me... Don't you know who I am?" He spoke softly, "Are you okay...?"

This creature... Knew her? A slight snarl came from her maw, quiet, but seemingly angry from her. "How did you get in here... Who are you.." Tempest demanded. She had no clue what this thing was, how did it get into her home! Did it do this to her! Tempest pulled her head away from him faster, her feet pushing in front of her as she went to draw herself to her full height, a snarl ready on her maw.

PAIN.

Tempest howled, closing her eyes tightly as the pain increased 10 fold. She shrunk back down, putting a paw over her head as if to try and protect it. Her head throbbed in agony, her quiet, pain-filled whimper breaking through the silence. Tempest didn't really know what to do, this... THING was in her home, daring to touch someone of her prestige. Did it even know who she was, did this thing cause her this pain? But due to the small, innocent and fluffy nature of the reptilian (and the incredible amount of pain she was in), she didn't bite him back just yet.

But the shooting pains in her head prevented her from even considering talking to him. Her tail lashed violently, her claws digging into the pool almost even into her own paws. Tempest almost felt like cowering, but she already was, intentionally or not. Did this creature cause her this pain? Another zap of pain shot through her, and it was rather clear that this thing didn't cause her anything of what she felt... But wait, how did she get there? Tempest's paw didn't leave her head, trying to throw away the pain as her mind delved through what this could be-but another ache stopped her. What on earth was hurting so much?

She took her hand away from her frilled and slightly horned head. She frowned, the fire normally was there... but for some reason, it wasn't anymore. Glancing at her paw, she frowned. Blood... How did that get there? Tempest put her paw gently onto her head again, wincing at the contact. "What on earth.." She murmured quietly, staring at it dumbfounded.

Pyrrhus was taken back and overwhelmed by the dragons actions. First she had hit her head, which he didn't really know why she did, but after that she didn't know who or even what he was. He was in danger... Immense danger. This dragon he trusted could kill him in a heartbeat, and he was helpless to prevent it. He did the only thing he could do, run.

The little reptilian ran to the other side of the pool, trying to scamper up the slick rounded edges. He tried as hard as he could, even using his claws to climb it but he couldn't get a grip. He was stuck and helpless, with nothing to do.

Pyrrhus leaned against the side of the pool panting, looking at the dragon with a frown. He had liked this dragon, trusted them, and because of some head injury, he was going to die now too. Lovely, Just perfect...

Tempest shook her head again, trying to clear the pain that grabbed her mind, threatening to tear it from her head. She placed her bloodied paw back on the ground, her eyes looking at the little creature. A slight memory stirred in her mind, another dragon, blood and pain... Tempest clawed at the memory, a rainbow dragon, but there was two. She growled, wanting something to kill the reason she couldn't piece together the broken memories. A flash of light later, the Queen looked up to see her anger and confusion managed to call a fireling into existence. It hissed silently at Tempest, wait. At her?

Tempest frowned at it, normally they never growled at her and did what she commanded them to do... It came towards her, hissing silently as it pointed with its long tail to Tempest. But why her? She wasn't the one stopping herself from remembering anything...

She turned her attention back to the little fuzz ball, looking at them in confusion. Why were they scared? They shouldn't be scared of her-but they should! How dare they enter her place!! Tempest shook her head, watching him scramble to get out from the pool-then seemingly resigned to their fate...

"Why.. Why can I recognize you but not remember from where?" Tempest inquired quietly, snuffling the fireling out of existence as her gaze rested firmly on the tiny little reptilian.

He trusted the dragoness. She gave him food, shelter, protection, and everything. He liked this one, They took care of him, giving him things he never even knew existed before. It was nice here, and everything went well until she hit her head and forgot about him...

He was betrayed... Tainted... Sad... The little reptilian sat down and looked a Tempest with a frown. She was going to kill him here... He was going to be murdered like all the other dragons wanted him to be. He was nothing... Worthless...

Pyrrhus saw one of the fire demons appear. He fell over on his side and curled into a ball crying... crying... He was weak... He should die like a man and face it... But he was weak... He couldn't do anything to the firelings. They burned like the sun, they had the ability to melt his flesh off... They had power and he had none.

The little reptilian curled up tighter and cried, defenseless and not knowing what to do.

Tempest frowned, watching as the smaller creature seemed to be paralysed in fear, their whole body seemingly locked up in shock. But he frowned at Tempest, like he knew her-but how! He looked betrayed, but why! She almost snarled at herself in frustration to this, but, currently, she knew that that wouldn't be the best idea which she has had.

But as her fireling appeared, he was rather pathetic, curling into a ball and crying... Tempest double checked, making sure to implode the fire based creature as to not frighten him more. She tilted her head to the side, not knowing what to do with this crying wreck in front of her.

Eventually, Tempest's tail wrapped around one of the pillows, before dropping it next to the fuzzy creature of doom. Quietly, she used her tail to go near the creature-making sure to dull her flames on it. Her intention was to move him onto the pillow as it just seemed right... But it would all depend on if she was even able to touch him.

Pyrrhus whimpered as the pillow when near him. He stood up as the dragon started to move around him. Her tail was nearing him... The tail of a killed... The tail of a back stabber... The tail of an untrusted, ruthless, murdering, Firewing... Just like all the others...

The little reptilian saw he try and grab him, He ran. The little creature hurdled over her tail and dug his claws into the side of the pool, barely being able to get to the top. "I TRUSTED YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME! YOU TOOK CARE OF ME, YOU PROTECTED ME, YOU SAVED MY LIFE AND NOW YOU BACKSTAB ME! YOU ARE JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER FIREWINGS! A RUTHLESS KILLER!" He yelled at her standing at the top of pool.

Pyrrhus ran out of the room and to her bedroom. Form here he grabbed all his belongings and look off to the kitchen. Digging his claws into cabinets he climbed to the counter top. From here he climbed the wall onto the window sill.

Taking his sword the reptilian cracked a small hole in the window, just big enough for him to get out. He threw his backpack and weapons out the hole, before crawling out. Little did he realize... It was quiet the drop...

He fell to the ground, landing next to his belongings with a thud and a crack. He was dazed... And then he saw it... His left foot was on his chest... and his knee was inverted.

There was no way for him to escape the murders grasp now... He'd die here... If only he wasn't so stupid...

Tempest, straight away, wanted to help the dragon above the little pool as his claws dug into the sides. He struggled up the side, and when he was at the top... He bombarded her with accusations. Things which she had done without even remembering it. Saving him? How, but how was she backstabbing him? She'd never killed another fellow dragon in all her life-even with the vicious nature of the firelings, she never had the intention to do that either.

His words cut into her like a knife in butter, hurting her more than she thought was possible from some creature like him. A slight sigh escaped her, why had this hurt her so much? She didn't even try to stop him when he left, figuring that he was best on his own and without her there.

Tempest then pulled herself out of the corner, gathering the pillows slowly into a pile with her tail, her head throbbing so much. But vague memories stirred, like a thick cloud of fogginess slowly pulling away from them. A shadow in a cave, the twin dragons, pillows... but none of them seemed to be connected with one another, and so, she sighed in annoyance.

She heard something fall outside, frowning slightly, Tempest made her way over to be able to investigate it. Her heart caught in her throat, and she quietly whimpered. His leg was utterly broken, but.... There was no was he would let her near her. A sigh escaped her, and for once, she turned to leave him alone. Her face was downcast, but she wouldn't go near the reptilian and antagonize him further. She had apparently saved him once-but seeming she couldn't remember, what was the point in doing so again?

"Forgive me, young one, I shall not go near you anymore.." Tempest said, her tail flicking behind her as she left. Slowly though, guilt tripped her into sighing, going inside and wrapping her tail around medical kits, before transporting them back to him. He seemed to know what he was doing, so he could make use of them, potentially... Like he cared though, it wasn't her fault she didn't remember the fuzz bucket.

Pyrrhus laid helpless on the ground. He couldn't move, the pain was unbearable. He was going to die here out of his own ignorance. He fought so hard to stay alive and it would soon come to and end over not the actions of others, but his own. He could never forgive himself, it was not okay. He hurt others, and now he hurt himself. He was weak, pathetic, nothing...

Then she came back. He quickly dismissed the thoughts and turned his attention to her. She spoke words that stabbed into his soul like spears. How was she not going to hurt him? She spawned a fireling just to kill him now, right? How was she not ripping him apart yet? He didn't understand this dragon's mind, but he didn't question it either, if he was alive, it was sure as hell better than being dead right?

She left him with medical gear. All he knew was how to brace things and wrap things. That was about it. So what could he do here, everything broken like this he saw was normally euthanized.

Doing the most idiotic thing he'd ever done he grabbed his leg and with immense agony and many screams of pain he moved it back to the straight normal position. From here he began to wrap it to brace the wound, accompanied by his own screams.

Tempest frowned, halting with her paw against the door. What kind of person would she be if she DARED to leave someone in need? If he was right, and she had indeed saved him in the past, what gave her the right to throw him aside like a sack of potatoes! She sighed, shrugging-which was accompanied by a small his of pain. Tempest quickly glances on her back, seeing shallow scores across her back, indents of giant dragon claws which had cut through her scales and flesh.

That's when her memories came back.

Horror creased her muzzle for a few seconds, realizing what she had done. But how on earth would she explain it. Pyrr's cries of pain shattered her uncertainty, and she snarled at herself. How could she have done this, a so-called 'Queen' abandoning someone in need... How despicable of her. Quickly, and realizing he didn't give himself the numbing agent, Tempest carefully went over to him. She watched as he tried to bind it by himself, and she shook her head.

Using to claws, she carefully took out a rather large (and scary) needle-like object. She knew not a whole lot of the medical fields, but had seen so many dragons of her tribe do this in the past-and she even had to do it herself on some dragons before. Surely a reptilian wouldn't be as bad. "Use this first little Pyrr..." She said quietly, placing the container with the point near him. Tempest didn't know what else to say, nor do, as she felt the incredible guilt weigh on her, his previous words burning in her mind.

Pyrrhus finally got the leg secured into place and sat next to the rather large medical kit. He'd have to crawl away if he wanted to get anywhere, and fend off dragons at the same time... Great. This wasn't ideal, not at all. He could barely fight a Skywing standing let alone a Firewing stationary.

But then his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his once was friend coming back. She was his second friend he'd ever made, and now she was gone. It was hard being this small, especially in a world where you could be enslaved or killed and have nothing to do about it.

He looked at Tempest and snarled, trying to drag himself away, yelling in agony every time he moved. She gave him some weird needle thing... It was probably poison for all he knew. She tried to act sorry and care for him but he knew her mind was set on killing him.

She watched his reaction, a sad expression twinkling in her eyes. The Queen had wanted to help, but all she had done was made things worse for them. Just like she had done so with her entire race. She was a failure. Tempest had to accept this.

Tempest snarled, then decided she may have to do this the hard way. Placing a stone cover across her heart, she looked to him. Inwardly, she really didn't want to do this, especially considering the giant FireWing could easily hurt Pyrr... but she really didn't have a choice. It seemed like she was going to have to be the evil FireWing that her entire kind was.

With a snarl, she used her paw to trap Pyrr in a cage of flesh, bone and claws. Quickly, she used her other paw to flick up the needle and went to jab his leg with the numbing agent ( OOC: it has a name-just can't remember it at the moment.). If she had managed to do this, she would press it into him so that his leg would slowly stop hurting him like it currently was.

Pyrrhus growled as he was taken by surprise by Tempest. He whimpered at first under pressure and then screamed and yelled in pain and agony from her touching his knee. Then he felt something injected into him. It was the poison, wasn't it... He was going to die what seemed to him to basically be living the life of a puppet, a play toy for this giant dragoness.

Stuck under the firm weight of the paw he whimpered. The little reptilian tried to get out but it just wouldn't work. The harder he struggled the more his knee moved. With the more his knee moved, the more he yelled in pain. He didn't like this one bit, but he could do nothing about it at all.

Laying under the dragonesses paw he gave up, going limp and not moving. This was a fight he just couldn't win.

Tempest eventually managed to inject the substance into him. She inwardly wanted to whine and whimper that the little fluff ball didn't exactly trust her at the moment, but she had just done a few horrible things to him. Her claws carefully coiled around him and, holding him perfectly steady, went to take him back inside where she would be able to properly bind his leg.

She would lay him down on one of the pillows, after obtaining a few braces to be able to tie against his leg. Tempest didn't trust him to stay in place if she went to get a healer to look at him. Heck, she didn't even trust that they wouldn't try to kill him.

Her memories were still a little fuzzy, but there wasn't much that she was able to say. Tempest sighed quietly, a gentle purr coming from her as she used her claws to scratch against her skull. Gently, she tried to clear away the blood of her own injury. She hated herself for not remembering the little fuzz ball earlier, and for being so horrible to him... but what was done was done, and she felt as if she would never regain his trust.

Pyrrhus made a low growl as he was stuck. But then suddenly him being stuck under the dragoness's paw became being carried in her claws. He let out yelp that was followed by a series of whimpers. She had moved his knee when she picked him up, and the pressure she put on it while carrying him to who knows where didn't help him either.

The little reptilian soon found himself laid onto one of the pillows she had. The giant dragoness braces his leg as he yelped in pain. This hurt... This hurt much more than a normal wound or injury, and why hadn't she killed him yet? That didn't make sense. A few minutes ago she wanted to murder him and rip him apart and now she was helping him? Something wasn't right...

He rolled off the pillow, crawling along the ground as he winced in pain the whole way. He made it... A mere few feet? That was all?! Great...

Tempest watched silently as the small fuzz bucket rolled off the pillow, distrusting the dragoness as he tried to drag himself away from her. She could see the pain in his movements as he dragged his form across the ground. Slowly and painfully he dragged himself across the ground, but to find out that all his efforts were in vain as he had only moved but a few feet.

Tempest sighed quietly, laying her incredibly long tail across the ground in front of him. She did this to stop him moving too much, to prevent him from making his injury worse. However, it didn't seem that he really wanted to stay there, and she didn't really hold that against him. She did try and hurt him after all...

With a small sigh, she looked down to him again. "Little Pyrrhus, when your injury is healed, I shall take you down to the land of your choosing, where you will be allowed to leave and go wherever you wish. If you want, I will organize a small boat for you to travel in if you wish to see the LightWings or SkyWings. I hurt you more then i realized, I am sorry... I know you won't forgive me, but... it's the least which I can do for you." Tempest spoke quietly, a sad look in her pale eyes as she went to move the weak reptilian back to the pillow-and she would make sure that she didn't further injure his leg.

Pyrrhus whimpered as he spoke to him and picked him up. He didn't know what to do. She wouldn't let him leave, and he couldn't leave anyway. He wanted to trust the dragoness but he couldn't, not after what happened earlier. He just laid on the pillow stuck there till he was all healed...

He sighed and rolled face down into the pillow. What would he do now? What would happen to him? After all, she was in charge, and he was at her mercy. She could leave him to die, heal him, she could just flat out kill him or even imprison him. The thought of any of those actions made his mind shiver.

There was an awkward silence in the room, due to the reptilian not talking and the past events made for an interesting situation to say the least.

Tempest sighed quietly as the little fluff ball just sat there whimpering, ignoring what she had said to him. To make matters worse, she doubted that she could gain his trust back at all. "If I really wished to kill you right now, would I not do so Pyrrhus?" She asked, hoping for some sort of answer. Tempest doubted that she would even get a reply from the small little critter, and she slowly dragged her tail to form a small circle around him.

"But as I have said, if you wish, I can take you away from these lands if you so desire. But I would highly recommend that you at least wait here until your leg has healed. It should be numb by now, theoretically stopping too much pain. If you stayed here, I can get other dragons, healers, to come and look at your leg. They will be able to fix it, but it's up to you, little one."

Tempest huffed a small sigh, watching the frightened and scared fluff ball. She hated herself for doing this to a small little creature that she had taken care of. What sort of Queen would do this to her own friends?