"What is it?" , She asked, stopping in her tracks.

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"It was very rude how you ran away earlier, pet." , The white dragon smirked, stroking her head.

He simply whispers, "Manika" before turning and sprinting back to the house, he'd always had these strange feelings, signs, when somebody he cared about was in trouble.

After sulking around the grave, Zilla got up. She decided that getting some flowers might help her feel a little better. She wandered around, looking for a flower shop. Eventually she found herself in a less busy part of the city. She continued to search but was now talking to herself. She talked as though conversing with an another dragon. Soon she had completely forgotten what she was looking for. She just continued her one-sided conversation.

Pestmer followed, stumbling over her tallons.

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The dragon pulled her out of her room, flying off with her.

He spots them, quickly flapping his large wings as he lifts off in pursuit.

Inpostura roared, turning to face the younger dragon. Her red state blazing with rage. The massive white dragon whipped him with her tail, knocking him in the side of his head. Minka screeched, as the white dragon d dissapeared into the darkness.

He tries to follow but his head was spinning and he was sure he had the worst concussion at the moment as he suddenly plummets to the ground, not realizing he wasn't flapping his wings.

Pestmer caught him, dragging him inside.

He passes out, his wings going limp along with his whole body, he had a deep gash in his head from where her tail hit him, one of the spikes had embedded itself in his head.

Pestmer sniffed his wound. She pulled out the spike, cleaning his wound. She began to see if up when she was finished.