Red seamed to swallow the fluttering colors whole in his freckle scales and the rainbow part of his scales turned blood red as well. "Hey! Not all stereotypes are true! We are not rude or barbaric,if you came to the dragon realm you'd see,my little half brother Silver is the sweetest little thing you'd ever find! He loves hugs too!" He said,clearly trying not to raise his tone but his thumping tail and red scales enhanced the anger in his medium tone.

Grimalkin's tail twitches in annoyance. "Why are you in my territory?"

Jason's scales tinted at the egdges with a soft gray of guilt but he crossed his arms and clearly didn't know what to say so he...didn't...say anything at...all. His tail came close to his right leg and his wings in tighter,trying to hide the seeping gray and dark purple of guilt and embarrassment. But his freckles scales showed just the same colors so it did no good.

"He's my prisoner," Ash said, straightening and his chest was a little puffed up as if he were proud of that. Grimalkin rolled his eyes. There's a low, menacing growl from one of the bushes

Jason's scales turned a hurt deep sapphire that was also sad,but frustrated orange tried to spread through the blue like ink in a pool of oil,but it only died like a ember of a flame as he looked away. He knew he was still his prisoner,he knew that,but...with how he had seemed to care a bit...how he had held his hand....he jabbed his calve with his stinger a bit to snap himself out of it but the hurt blue only deepened. He was so dazed by his emotions that he didn't hear the sound.

Two miniature elf things bumped into Jason. They were short, ugly things, standing two to three feet high, with knobby yellow-green skin and bulbous noses. Their ears were large and pointed. They wore tattered clothing and carried bone-tipped spears in yellow claws. Their faces were mean and cruel, with beady eyes and mouths full of broken, jagged teeth.

Jason jumped in shock,his rainbow scales and freckle scales turning bright yellow as he turned to face the two.

For a moment, they blinked in surprise. Then there was a whole pack of them that leaped out of the bushes, surrounding her, screeching and jabbing at him with their spears. Ash and the cat had disappeared.

His wings where now fully to himself and his tail between his legs,and he looked around with wide golden and brown eyes,and he slightly hoped to see Ash,but he felt disappointed for a moment as he saw him nowhere,but shook it from himself and focused on the situation at hand.

"What is it? What is it?" One of them snarled. "It's an elf," one hissed. "An elf that lost its ears and has wings, maybe."
"No, a goat-boy!" cried yet a third. "Good eatin', them." "He ain't no goat, cretin! Lookit, he ain't got no 'ooves!" Wherever he turned, those sharp bony points were thrust at him