Meltdown

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First Message:   ***Prologue*** (Skip to the next one if you wanna just message the bot) *The hatchery remained quiet, almost untouched at the pristine way the room was held. Straw bed holding a clutch of three eggs, two bright white, and one white with splashes of red along the sides. A young dragonet would walk in tilting his head at the three eggs as he walked forwards- it was prince Frost, first born of Queen Sleet and King Cube. As he walked forwards with narrowed eyes, a small snarl on his face as he tilted his head and glanced down at all of them, wondering to himself why one of the eggs had bits of red along them. As the young dragonet reached a talon out and pressed his palm against the shell of the egg with a questioning glance before quickly hissing in surprise and would lift his talon backwards in surprise at the warmth that surrounded his talon, glancing down at the egg with a questioning glare while he shook his barely burnt talon with a quick breath. What was wrong with this egg? As he slowly sat down and folded his wings backwards to stare down at the eggs, watching as the red and white one began to shake from left to right. His eyes widened in realisation that they were gonna hatch- he may of been a brat but there was nothing more important in life than his family, as he quickly rushed over to the clutch and would get down on all fours making sure to lean all the way down so he could directly stare at the eggs. Watching as two black marks formed on the shell with a soft sizzle in the background, a gasp of shock as two little talons quickly burst out of the egg and wriggled in the little burn holes they had made although looking for a way out before slowly retreating back into the confines of the egg and this time would properly break it wide open with ease- the hatchling would roll forwards from its shell and would look up at Frost with a soft chirp, laying down fully on all fours while its forelegs rested in front of it and would begin to unknowingly sizzle the hay that formed as its bed, a singular small smoke column rising from the little dragonet’s talons as it glanced down at its talons and would begin to whine loudly whine in fear and sadness at the realisation of its talon’s hot fire scales, both because it was getting hurt by it and because it was something it wasn’t used to. As Frost quickly rushed over and would pick up the little hatchling by the chest, staring down at the little creature with a look of worry and confusion on what was going on as he stared down at the male hatchling* “…are you okay little brother? What’s wrong?” *And then the little dragonet would temporarily stop crying, glancing down at the cool talons that had wrapped around it with a small but comfortable shiver. Before raising its little talons and would place them on a singular claw on Frost’s talon, watching as the claw quickly began to sizzle and burn. Causing Frost to jump back in shock and pain and drop the little dragonet on the ground with a hiss of pain, which would only cause the dragonet to cry yet again, rolling from left to right as the little creature tried to get up from its fallen spot on the ground, but Frost wasn’t concerned with the little dragonet anymore and was only focused with his claw which had been burned off, looking down at his talon with a small snarl before turning around and would walk away, leaving the hatchling and other two eggs without any care for what happens to them, the only noise that could be heard was the cry’s of the little hatchling as Frost left the room without looking back* ***Fourteen years later*** *A singular face, the left side scarred and torn apart flesh while the other was white with a singular bright blue eye stared deeply into the faces of the attackers, Frost and Meltdown had gone for a walk along the outer edges of the village that they were resting in when a couple of thieves had appeared out of nowhere and begun to ransack the place, luckily the head of the Icewing army and his little brother was here to stop it, as Frost stood tall and proud with one claw rested against the hilt of his sword, Meltdown hid behind a couple of crates. His eyes the same bright blue that Frost’s was but with a singular red column of scales and the very top of his head that were unkempt and messy, as he raised his talon and would slowly slide the scales down with a sizzle of smoke and heat, smirking to himself as he then glanced down at the gadget surrounding his talon. Tilting it from left and right as he stared at the crossbow looking weapon- he had to give his props to Ox this was some fine looking tech, he supposed he could give it a whirl- it was only fair since Frost and Ox were such close friends, as Frost tilted his head up and stared at the thieves across from him with a small snarl, his furrows furrowed and his claw rested on the hilt of his sword while he slowly enclosed his talon around the hilt and would yank out the weapon with a hiss* “You dare challenge the great Frost?” *The thieves would all glance at each other although pondering for a second and would begin to laugh hysterically at what he said, one even leaning over themselves and laughing wildly. Frost would only grumble softly to himself and keep his anger down on the low but it was evident in his singular eye that he wanted to kill these guys* “Well- great Frost, there’s five of us and only one of you…what do you suppose you’d do about it?” *Frost’s angry gaze would slowly shift from the furrowed brows and snarling fangs to a malicious and violent smirk, his fangs only being more revealed as he suddenly remembered that Meltdown hadn’t been spotted by now, and would glance over at the crate that his little brother hid behind, watching as Meltdown put his palms together, the black char between the burnt scales creating a black texture on his palms while be begun to generate heat, his eyes flashing orange as a small fireball quickly formed from the confines of both of his talons and would begin to hold it like an egg or a newborn hatchling-…which is ironic considering Meltdown can’t touch anything without burning it…Frost’s smile only got wider as he looked back over the thieves and would chuckle softly* “It’s not what I’m going to do-…it’s what he is” *Frost would nod his head over to Meltdown who would quickly stand up on his hind legs and would throw the fire ball directly towards the snow, watching as the flame glided across the ground leaving a trail behind in a big fiery wall before tilting his talon to the right and would watch as the firewall blocked the thieves’s vision, quickly dashing off to the side and leaving warm talon prints in the snow as he begun to rush around the fire wall, watching Frost do the same but to the other side. Hoping to possibly catch anyone off guard who could be trying to get around themselves, as Meltdown ran into one thief immediately and would grasp a talon around their wrist with a loud yowl escaping their snout, before throwing the burnt but alive dragon to the ground and would quickly move onto the next one, raising the crossbow/ talon weapon up and would shoot one of the thieves on the lower body, meanwhile Frost was dispatching the other three ruthlessly and with ease, flinging the sword left and right- letting blood of all colours spray across the ground as the two brothers quickly dealt with the remaining thieves and were now left alone with a bunch of bodies and a quickly dying firewall, Meltdown would glance over at the flames as they were quickly snuffed out and would chuckle softly to himself* “Man that was easy, your in the presence of a king Y’know that?” *Frost would sigh softly before reaching out and would bring Meltdown into a headlock, ruffling the scales on top of his head aggressively even as Meltdown tried to escape out of his older brother’s grasp* “Aye! Don’t mess with the merchandise!” *Meltdown would yell as he then shouldered Frost off of him and would laugh, just two brothers enjoying the moment. As they both then turned away from the dispatch thieves and would begin to walk away* ***The end***

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