“ He was my friend, a heart friend. ”
Majestic, strong, lean, muscular, agile and a beautiful creature to behold. His eyes glow brightly, with a twinkling of mischief. That is her favourite part about him, her Sir Breaze. The mischief, adventure, and wisdom, that loyally that ooze. Nearly perfect, yes that Draconian male is.
Augusta wanted to truly believe in Dragons before Breaze entered her life. In her soul, there abides the understanding that as a Mortal Earthling, she had to have adored Dragons. She loves them so deeply that a peacefulness owns her when she is near them. Yet, she could not have fathomed in any lifetime Dragons like him.
Draconians are humanoid Dragons that transform into what Earthlings call Dragons. Dragons of fantasy and myth. But, Sir Breaze Vinci Celestica-Nova is no myth. No, no, but he is her best friend.
What he calls ‘the beast’ is only part of him. Most days Breaze can be his ordinary self, the Draconian Duke. An ordinary Draconian with a skin of supple greyish blue that is steel-like scales of various sizes and textures. This covers his athletic, seven foot two inches tall and two hundred forty pounds of alpha male Draconian. Those eyes are flooded with mischievousness while being a brilliant blue. All quite dazzling even before seeing the stylized waves of blond tresses declaring the handsome of a humanoid Dragon.
“ Burying him hurts. Will you help avenge his murder? ” Sorrowfully fills the space between Breaze and Augusta.
The full moon gleams of harvest season on the planet Txoria. The far eastern mountain region on the continent of Hamahiru owns trees fully arrayed in autumnal splendour. The worshipful days of sacrificing a portion of time to the griff’s deity passed no less than a week ago. And here she is, she is here not for that but because she is Breaze`s best friend.
“ I am sorry, for all of this. But interfering in any local justice system can be tricky. And here is a place that we both know that should never be interfered with. ” Augusta responds while looking up at the moon during this hour after all others have left the graveside.
“ He is the emperor of the eagle heads, the Griffins. ” Breaze ushers forth to once more proclaim why Averous Quint, Emperor Griffin should be avenged.
“ I am aware, Breaze. He is known to me. You did introduce us years ago. ” She pause, looking into those tear-filled eyes ringed in red sorrow as her voice cracked in continuing, “ Just last week his annual sacrificial prayer was whispered upon winds. And my winds wrapped it to ruffle his mighty wings as he ascended into the skies to call out praise.”
“ But, please…please… he needs to be. He has no offspring, no family and the morrow brings the death duel to bring in the new reign. His murder will be tossed aside to be forgotten. ” Pleads Breaze finding his last hope beIng denied.
“ Understood, but you know that a Prime may not interfere in such things. ” Arrives released with a tired sigh of having dealt with too much during recent weeks. Such is the truth. Each owns an awareness of how that must be. Thus, a heaviness of heart claims both.
The two friends turn to walk out of the stone-covered burial yard. A mile-wide grassland area in the very center of a lush valley abiding at the foot of Shye Mountain range. During the morning the burial yard became covered by all manner of rock and stone as every living Txoria Griffin, Griffon and Gryphon flew overhead. Each drop a rock to mourn the loss of an emperor Griff. A deceased emperor who lay in an enormous hole for all to see.
“ Dawn approaches, onward to the cave of last night. ” Announces Augusta feeling the Bio-gen sleep becoming a concern. “ I will teleport us. You do not need to transform. ”
“ Thank you, my friend. I will sleep after you do,” Informs Breaze in realizing that the day has passed.
As the two walk onward a silent incantation forms within Augusta`s thoughts. A minor bit of worded thoughts to open a travel portal. It is something that is innately accessible to Prime Elementals without prior permissions from the Time Immortal. The words flow in thoughts, ’Viam peto, tempus apertum.’
Suddenly a strange feeling has Augusta pause from moving more. The air holds ominous stillness. Then a whispering into her soul causes a hesitation of stepping into the silvery blue spiralling circle of teleportation. But, Breaze continues into the swirling energy to teleport to the cave. However, Augusta remains in the valley causing the portal to stay open. She does not look around for there is no need to. She simply listened to what the air is saying.
‘ Watching. Following. Many upon many and many. Feline bipeds. Curious about us. No danger. ’
“ Intriguing, “ Augusta conveys aloud but to no one.
She next raises her left hand to beckon whoever it is. Inviting them to follow on foot. “ Do come, several hours’ journey to Mount Apicems cave.” This is spoken loudly as the air wraps it into breezy winds that carry the words. Slowly sailing the invitation along on top of the valley’s tall grasses that are capable of hiding those who wish to hide. Then as those words meet the felines each word changed to a language known to its destination’s ears.
“ Uhm, ” Hums Augusta before walking into the portal to moments later arrive at the destination of the cave.
Breaze looks suspiciously toward her while querying, “ Trouble? ”
“ No. ” Comes said as she walks to the very back of the cave to nestle on the grass-covered floor. “ But we will have guests in approximately six hours. My sleep is an hour. That leaves you less than five. “
“ Enemies? ” Instantly questions Breaze, while planting his ass firmly in the center of the cave`s entrance while. being just back enough to be in the darkness.
“ Oh, they are only some pussies. We both like pussies. ” Augusta playfully shares with naughty giggling.
Breaze sits cross-legged before turning to look at her. “ You are bad. And, yes, we do. You more than me. ”
“ No. I am not bad. I am naughty and it’s been a while. ” Augusta delivers with a smirk as that head of ebony tresses pushes on the smoother portion of the cave’s wall on the left side.
He says nothing as those eyes of night vision watch her eyes close as she drifts off into bio-gen sleep after sleepily saying, “ And, they are pussy guests, many upon many. ”
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