Metaworld Chronicles: Here be Dragons by David J. Wuto

Author:David J. Wuto [Wuto, David J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mango Media LLC
Published: 2024-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter twenty-three

Silencing the Lamb

“Ryxi…”

Ryxi’s sister pinched the centre of her brow ridge. In her draconian form, she had a single horn—a little protruding ivory tooth forming a distinct and aesthetic addition to her androgynous appearance. However, she had grown glacial with displeasure, the ultramarine of her vivid orbs resplendent against the obsidian slits that formed her irises.

Golos spat a glob of phlegm at their eldest sibling. The viscous gunk splattered on Ryxi’s emperor moth silk robes. Their eldest took the insult with measured dignity.

“I don’t know what to say.” Ayxin shook with emotions she didn’t know she still possessed. “The Drought Goddess. You expect us to believe that?”

“It’s the truth!” Ryxi had chosen to bypass the stage of haughty denial, arriving straightaway at despairing defeat. Their eldest had presented himself in his Draconian form—a slender male with a feminine silhouette—the equivalent of showing one’s belly. It was degrading, but it drew sympathy from Ayxin.

Ryxi knew he had humiliated the lineage by not attacking the intruders, but what had his siblings expected him to do? The last time he had struck an outsider was two decades earlier. The last time he’d fought Golos, the Wyvern had stripped off half his precious scales, after which Ayxin had had to intervene. “It was terrifying. They were slaughtering my stock like Merfolk. There was a hideous creature eating them alive. Alive, Ayxin! Swallowing them whole! The Death Gila stabbed the buck in the eyes with its members!”

Golos shifted its impressive bulk. “It kills with its penis?” he demanded. “How big are we talking?”

Ryxi measured the dimension with his hands.

“That’s nothing. Are we talking prehensile or what?”

“I think it had a mouth on one end.”

Golo’s reptilian face took on a contemplative air.

“Lined with teeth!” Ryxi added.

“This thing is an abomination,” Golos declared, snapping his maw and shifting his barbed tail. “We have to kill it.”

“You two idiots,” Ayxin snarled. “Silence!”

“Grrrr!” Golos snapped back. Their youngest always hated it when Ayxin treated him like a wyrmling. They were almost the same age, and he had twin Draconic lineages.

“Hissaaaak!” Ayxin’s face contorted, extending a forked tongue.

“Aaeeeee!” Ryxi bolted for cover.

With a twist of its densely muscled back, Golos swung its tail across the plateau like a whip, stirring dust, pebble and lose plants unfortunate enough to be caught in its path.

“Jilg Soti!” Ayxin spat from her petal-like lips, invoking the bloodline magic gifted from their mutual father. Though Golos was the better brawler, it was no match for the most prominent of the Yinglong’s endowment—the ability to invoke magical effects via sheer will and Dragon Tongue. Few Dragon-kin could develop the power of the pureblood, and even fewer could master it. Ayxin was an exception. That was why she was her father’s favourite.

A few inches from her face, Golos's spiked tail halted.

“You cheat!” Golos gnashed its teeth. “Try fighting me with your body. Your real body!”

“We need to apprehend the assailants.” Ayxin’s scales bristled with malice. “Fighting me is only going to delay Father’s wishes.”

“Fight me, pissant!”

“Vataka!”

Golos knelt, crashing against the granite and sending up another dust cloud.

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