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[CrimsonMoon]

She winces and takes a dainty nibble, her scales seeming to flare with somethin akin to fear. She coughs almost immediately

[Blazy]

His burning crimson gaze never leaves her form, but he remains silent, allowing her to get used to the smell and taste of the flesh of the seal.

[CrimsonMoon]

Eventually she seems to swallow the morsel and sighs, sitting down, frowning faintly,"... I... I don't like it...0 she breathes

[Blazy]

Ragnarok frowns as well, concern glittering in his deep ruby eyes. "You are a dragon, right?" He asks, mostly serious, but with a hint of edged sarcasm, "If you do not like the seal, we can hunt for something else."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I donmt want to hunt any more.." She mumbles, ducking her head," It's sad.." The small dragoness looks back at him

[Blazy]

He stood, reaching down to snap up the rest of the carcass, the bones crunching loudly between his powerful jaws. "I do not understand how you have survived on eating ice."

[CrimsonMoon]

By then she had begun scooping up snow with her hand-like claws and trying to free her muzzle of blood," It's not just the ice... It's the things within the ice too," she looks up at him, frowning,"... Have you ever eaten a dragon before?"

[Blazy]

"I have, yes. Mostly in battle, upon defeating an enemy, feast on their heart to inspire fear in others. It is very effective." Turning away as he said this, his voice grew more sinister as he explained.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indira stares at the snow heaped at her legs, her fin-like ears fanning and then flattening,"... That's not nice," she murmurs in a very, very soft voice

[Blazy]

He chuckled darkly, his expression still violent in nature. "No, I suppose it is not. But neither is war, little dragoness. Have you ever experienced battle?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I've seen you go to battle," she answers, slowly launching up into the frigid air and gliding near his face," I don't want to see you hurt," she lands on his snout and rests her forehead against his jagged, battle-scarred forehead

[Blazy]

He remains quiet, absorbing what she said. "There have been several skirmishes in the last decade, has your father not let you fight in any of them?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She shakes her head," He said he never wanted to see me exposed to such things..." She mewls, nuzzling his head

[Blazy]

Ragnarok grunted, "Your father is crippling you as a Dragon." He growled, his deadly fangs flashing brightly within his maw. "Come, there is much you have to learn."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... He wants to protect me..." She retorts weakly, looking suddenly frightened,"... I don't think I want to know.." The tiny dragoness remains curled up on his snout

[Blazy]

Snorting in derision, Ragnarok's taloned paw flashed out, hooking her between his claws, but not harming her in any way. "You do not want to learn?" He hissed out, anger burning brightly in his eyes, almost masking the underlying cause, fear for her safety. "I will not always be around to protect you. You need to learn to protect yourself, and those around you that you care for."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Bu-but..." Her eyes began tearing up, her ears pinned back, her tiny body stiffening slightly in his claws," Ragarnok... You're not go-gonna die... Soon?"

[Blazy]

"...I cannot say when... or how... I will die. But it will happen, eventually. Whether by war or accident or sickness, I will eventually descend to the abyss, little one, and I need to know that you will be able to defend yourself from those that would destroy you." He replied, his anger vanishing, but remaining serious.

[CrimsonMoon]

Her tiny hand-like claws wrap around one of his huge claws,"... I won't let you be destroyed, i'll bring you back..." She mewls and nuzzles his thick talon, her suprisingly warm breath sinkingg into his hardened scaled fingers... Almost like warmth of the sun... Even the scars began to fade slightly

[Blazy]

Ragnarok hissed out loud, warmth quickly turning to fire as it spread though him, burning at the corruption within his body. He dropped Indira as he turned his maw to the heavens, and roared in agony, his very soul fighting against the healing she tried to give him. Collapsing, his body wracked with seizures as he slowing eradicated the healing magic from his body. Most of the smaller scars he had from centuries of fighting had disappeared, but the jagged scar crossing his left eye remained, as well as the scars from fusing the adamantium plates to his flesh. Ragnarok panted quietly as he remained where he fell, not speaking as he caught his breath.