Day 14

Downloading rest of souls memories...

Hope my soul dude don't feel too mad that I forgot to put the rest of his brain back...

Or that I lied...

Seven days later...

It was said that dragons become sexually mature long before reaching their full size. This rumor was primarily true as it related to a dragon’s mind. A dragon’s youth before puberty strikes lasted for nearly three decades. Around the same time, they would finally be able to consistently fly. At that stage of development, the act of mating could be pretty pleasurable with other dragons of the same size while not producing any eggs. After so much time, dragons could begin to yearn for mates, but traditionally they didn’t pair off for life as other races often did. Dragons had a sense of pride and an eye for worth in all things and judged relationships by these standards. The more powerful and influential a dragon and the more oversized his or her hoard became, the more eyes would turn to that dragon with amorous intent.

Evolving allows skipping the years.

“Calm down, calm down, calm down… “Was the only thing that currently ran through Rumi’s mind as she watches Dracul sleep away.

Rumi is not struggling not to either hit or jump her clueless husband. Her stupid, don’t know to fight well, overly strong muscled, dumbass of a husband who is in charge of a city! Which of them she is in charge of the city too! With. So. Many. Machines and weird Buildings!!

She lost on how the dragonfly got this city for them or why the dark armies didn’t try to take it back.

Was her father really not going to try anything?

After seven days, the hobgoblins got the Throne and War room, Undercroft, The Atrium, A Library, The Rookery, The Courtyard, The Armory, The Training Grounds, and portions of the Battlements are up and running. Warfang let out a pleaser moan each time they fixed up a building.

Warfang is the name of the Camping monster they are living on. A Camping monster functions as a hospitable area for anyone who seeks any form of safety in the Human or Dragon world.

Warfang is a particular Camping monster. Warfang can create its own unique and habitable ecosystems within and on top of its body; all manner of lifeforms live and flourish within it or on top of it, ranging from many kinds of monsters, plants, animals, and it even has its own “oceans.”

Rumi looks around at the massive room. The throne room. Magnificent braziers surrounding each of the eight sandstone columns light up most of the throne hall and engulf everything in a flickering radiance. The gems of the many artworks on the embowed ceiling dance in the flickering light while carved images look down upon the oaken floor of this luxurious hall.

A beryl rug splits part of the room in half from the throne to midway down the hall while pointed banners with golden sigils swing gently from the walls. Between each banner hangs a torch; they’ve all been lit and, in turn, illuminate the portraits of dragons and legends about them. Veils contoured grandly, colored the same beryl as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with delicate patterns and gold leaves.

A grand throne of gold sits atop a tall elevated platform. It is adjoined by five large but far less ornate seats for a visiting royalty of other nations. The throne is covered in sacred emblems, and fixed on each of the broad feet is a chiseled snake. The thin pillows are a light beryl, and these have been adorned with emblazoned tassels.

Dashi said to her this city was the control center for Warfang. The dragonfly also said approximately 500 million dragons, humans, and Demi-humans can live here.

“This would have taken me decades, centuries, of combat and gold to get something like this! But after a day of meeting him, I’m about to evolve and ruler of this weird place.” Rumi spoke out loud.

Her ‘kingdom’ has 103 residents who are here right now.

One King, One Queen, 90 Tribal Hobgoblins, 5 Dragons, and 5 Dinosaurs.

The only reasons the two lizards groups aren’t killing each other. Because they got names and evolved. Those Dragons weren’t very special, just standard grade average dragons who are most likely to be used as cannon fodder.

The biggest one was Little Dragon. A Small Dragon Species. Keep in mind, even a Small Dragon is larger than a Polar Bear.

Now this ‘Onslaught’ is now a new dragon. Angry azure eyes sit concealed within his thorny, narrow skull, which gives him a menacing-looking appearance. Several small crystal growths sit atop his head, just above his large, round ears. Several rows of small crystal growths run down the sides of each of his jawlines. Onslaught’s nose is small and has two tiny, rounded nostrils, and there are small horns on his chin. Rows of sharp teeth poke out from the side of his mouth and give a slight hint at the terror hiding inside.

A thin neck runs down from his head and into a slender body. The top is covered in warped scales, and a row of small tendrils runs down his spine. Onslaught’s bottom is covered in scale-like skin and is colored lighter than the rest of his body. Six thick limbs carry his large body and allow him to stand noble and sturdy. Each limb has 6 digits, each of which ends in long talons seemingly made of bone.

Terrifying wings grow, starting from just above its shoulders and end just past his shoulder blades. The wings are curved; the inside is almost entirely see-through, especially when viewed from a distance and sharp hooks grow from the endings of each bone.

Its simple tail ends in a seemingly soft tip and is covered in the same warped scales as his body.

How does a G class weakling jump straight into an E- Class Combiner Dragon?! A Combiner is a group of dragons that have assembled and combined their bodies into a new dragon.

Her foolish, cutesy husband somehow gave her attributes that she never heard of and shortened her quest to evolve. From 100 years to One fucking day!

“Get a hold of yourself! I refuse to accept this! He is just a, a, TOOL!” Rumi moaned in frustration and pleasure when her tail (which refuses to let go) around Dracul’s tail.

The dragoness remembers what her mother told about how dragons get when they are near their mates.

Dragons had a tendency to settle down together, establishing large territories and then sticking to them for millennia at a time. They produced pheromones that would attract one other. It only works their Destin one.

The dragons ‘primal urges’ kicks into overdrive, and they find themselves powerfully attracted to each other with the desire to ‘mate’ (most likely for the purpose of reproducing and conceiving children with each other). This is due to them emitting pheromones, and only the Destin ones can smell it from each other.

“This fool better wake up!” Rumi glared at the sleeping hybrid.

Don’t be fooled; Rumi doesn’t worry about anyone. War dragons, don’t worry. As Rumi shook her head. She doesn’t worry about anyone, not now, not today, not ever!

“Boss Lady, are you okay?” Blossom had asked as she walked into the throne room, causing Rumi to snap back to reality. She realized that the floor had started to freeze the area she was sitting on. “Yes, I am fine, Blossom,” she said as she took a deep breath before and gaining control of her powers once again.

After a few seconds, no one said anything.

“So, you worryin’ about your husband ...” Blossom teased, her voice suggestive.

“What? You damn well know I don’t do weak shit like that. Don’t be ridiculous...” Rumi trailed off with a glare.

“Hey! Are you calling me stupid!” Blossom crossed her arms with a glower on her face.

“You glaring again. Just stop; younglings can make a better glare than you,” Rumi snarked.

“Are you saying a newborn is more threatening than me?” Blossom’s eyes narrowed, arms crossing under her prodigious bust.

“No, what I’m saying is... actually, yes.” Rumi’s smirk grew wider. “Yes, it does.”

Both turned their head to Dracul when he’d released a snore.

Rumi walked over and moved him with her front leg.

“Marito, wake up,” she ordered softly. The croc dragon opened his eyes slowly and looked up at her, and quickly got up, taking in his surroundings as he tiredly said the next thing on his mind.

“I’m hungry.” He yawned.

....

The black dragoness stared at the ruler of Warfang in relief, shock, and anger.

Mostly anger.

Rumi bellowed. “Hunger?!”

Dracul looked surprised. “Yeah, I’m like super hungry.”

She was standing in front of him with her mouth opened, speechless.

Not hearing the tone in Rumi’s manner. Dracul stretches the kinks out in his body.

“Well, I can go for-“

“THAT the first thing you think of?!” she snarled, cutting him off.

Dracul’s expression was a mix of astoundment and confusion “Pretty much. Why? Was there something else?”

“You want to tell me that you weren’t listening to me about not working yourself to death, my Marito?!” little dark blue flames escaping her mouth as she spoke.

Before he could say a word, Rumi added with a threatening manner, “And Marito, think thoroughly before you answer, or I’ll do something unpleasant, and I promise that I won’t hold back.”

The way she said it made him gulp. For a short time, he knew her. Rumi is a fighter with a temper, meaning that you don’t want to get on her unpleasant side when she is angry. Right now, she seemed pretty agitated. To make things worse, Dracul had no idea what she was talking about. One thing was evident though if he wants to save his hide, he needs to come up with an answer, a good one, in fact, and fast.

“Boss”

“Commander”

Two voices that saved him from his moglie’s wrath were the combiner dragon Onslaught and an almost pre-teen female Giganotosaurus.

Growling, Rumi looks ready to kill the two.

“What is it?” The dragoness demanded.

“We just reporting we have spotted something, my lady.” Onslaught said.

Dracul sighed in relief. “Well... Thank you. Nice to meet ya folks. I’m Dracul! And I’m sorry, Rumi. We have more important things to worry about right now.”.

He hopes he sounds like a boss to them. Although, it’s kinda hard not to be nervous.

Rumi was still tensed and staring at him; it seemed that his words didn’t calm her even a bit; she still looked pretty angry judging by the little cavity on the ground below her that she made by scratching the floor with her claw, but at least she didn’t pounce at him.

He dodged a bullet for now.

“More important?! You wouldn’t say that if you weren’t so STUPID!!” Rumi’s voice is still full of anger.

“Are you going be grumps all day?” Dracul muttered playfully.

“I’m not grumps.” She argued.

“Who’s grumps.” Dracul shot back with a smile.

Another voice spoke up, soft and calm. “Ah, Boss, glad you are awake.”

Dracul looked around and saw Blossom standing there all smiles. “Oh, hey Bloss.”

“Hey! I’m not done talking to you!” Rumi snapped. She looks at the three before her. “So, what’s for lunch this time?”

“I hope it's meat...” Dracul muttered.

“I wasn’t asking you!” Rumi yelled back.

“Right, because asking yourself questions is definitely a sure sign of mental stability.”

“No, you dare talk back to me. You- “before Rumi could finish, Blossom said that lunch was ready.

Dracul has a longing look on his face. “Can it wait?” when he didn’t receive any response, Dracul lowered his head to look at her “Rumi, please,” he added with a pleading tone.

She was watching him in complete silence. He could notice that her mouth was twitching, struggling to keep all these words that rushed through her head from escaping. Finally, after a while, she just turned her head and snorted. A less popular way to agree with someone.

Dracul was grateful that she backed down. “Alright, let’s go eat, and then you can train me until I pass out... I mean, you are the better fighter, right?”

Rumi chuckled a bit, “Damn straight!” She said, “‘Sides, this should be interesting... training a dragon that is almost good as I am.”

As the couple walked toward the food hall, they’d ignore Onslaught, Blossom, and Rexy.

“So, what’s was your kill count?” Dracul asked Rumi, who just grinned “more than yours, you?” She asked while Dracul smiled back. “Like I kept count. All the matters it’s that they all died against us.” He said, “Let’s just call this tie, but don’t worry, we’ll get a rematch soon.”

Dashi soon joined up with them.

After a short time, the trio passed a threshold within the ancient high-tech castle, reaching a grand hall with a colorful skylight that branched off in three distinct directions. First, a staircase leads up to a balcony that circled the space, three sets of ornately carved double doors on each floor so each path could be followed on either of the two floors. Next, several smaller, single doors on the first floor led to several small storage spaces and a second staircase leading down under the shadow of the first. Finally, they went through the rightmost doors on the second floor. Rumi noted that the carving was of Shenron and Porunga, the dragon gods. She hummed in approval: vanity was a Draconian virtue.

Soon they reached the food hall. Meat was on the menu today; hell, it was never off the menu. Meat made you hearty, gave you the strength to live, and tasted fucking good, so it was on the menu.

“Eat up, “Rumi said, plopping two dripping deer legs in front of Dracul. The meat sizzled and popped! Cooked rare, as all meat worth its weight was.

Which are fifty pounds and big as a horse's leg. Damn...

Watching are rest of the residents of Warfang. Of course, they won’t voice this, but Rumi seems happy.

“I like you,” They Dracul say to Rumi placing his paw on her own intertwining their fingers as she’d blushed wildly before-

Whack!

She punched him dead in the side of his j; Draculul blocked the attack, of course, even recovering from a week-long sleep.

“Idiot!” she hissed, making him frown.

“What did I do?”

“You exist!”

“How is that my fault?!”

“You say too much!?”

“What that I like you?” Rumi felt her heart flutter and a blush... She hated that word with a passion as she growled.

“Shut up!”

“Why!? I mean it,” Dracul proudly pounded his chest.

“Shut up and eat your meat!”

“But I am-”

“Eat your meat, or I will make you eat mine!”

“You want me to eat you?”

“Only whe-

Only to stop short. And glared at him again.

“Idiot!” Rumi blushed again.

“Are you two kids playing nice?” Finally, Dashi woke up from all the yelling.

“After this, I want you in the barracks!” The black dragoness ordered her partner.

Dracul nodded. “Got ya, my cute partner!”

“Guess that means. You're getting a private lecture too,” Dashi said with a Cheshire smile growing on his face.

“Private lecturer…?”

“In other words, I’m sure it means she’ll do naughty things with you?”

Dracul looked and asked. “S-Seriously?!”

“I won’t!!”

Lunchtime has never been so entertaining.

Everyone is happy that Dracul is awake.

Rumi was a terrifying dragon when he was not awake.