Day 44

The day before the battle.

It was a beautiful day; the sun was perched high in the air, its beams illuminating the landscape below. It was an incredible sight, leaves were slowly dancing in the soft breeze, birds sitting on branches were singing softly in perfect harmony, underneath the broad-leaved trees in an open space illuminated by the sun on a light green grass, one could see many different kinds of flowers already grown up and many of them still thriving. Wild animals were going about their business, some deers chewing the grass slowly, others took care of their young, a fox chasing a hare here, a pair of boars there, running blissfully in the forest. The peacefulness of this place was invigorating. But, unfortunately, the tranquillity was occasionally broken by a peal of female laughter heard in the distance.

On the other side of the riverbank, a frog with a typical stoic demeanour was sitting minding its own business. It didn't matter that the female laughter was getting louder; it didn't care about such trivial things; its only concern was to watch for any insect that came close enough so it could catch it with a fast lash of its long tongue and swallow the poor thing.

It was a perfect day for the little frog, the abundance of insects ahead was appealing, and just when another one was coming within the range of its tongue, a sudden gust of wind created by a black shape startled the frog and blew it into the water with a loud splash.

She was flying close to the surface of the crystal clear water, her body moving in perfect harmony with the flapping of her wings, her graceful and agile moves made flying look like it could be done with much ease. She flipped back to check what was happening behind her.

"Come on! I won't wait for you; make it a challenge at least!" Rumi teased the shape behind her

"You do remember that we are on a mission, right?" The lagged voice behind her informed.

After that innocent nudge, she flipped again, renewing her escape. Rumi plunged one of her claws into the water, creating ripples alongside its surface. Still smiling, she removed her claw, and when the ripples disappeared, she briefly looked at the water, her reflection clearly visible on its transparent surface.

Rumi has quite bigger than last time. As a Black Sith Dragoness, she has a somewhat ominous look.

The green frog finally managed to resurface; it made its way to the same spot it was blown off earlier before adopting its stoic demeanour and sitting on the riverbank.

It was a perfect day for the little frog, the abundance of insects ahead was appealing, and just when one of them was coming within the range of its tongue, a sudden gust of wind created by a green shape startled the frog and blew it into the water with a loud splash. Again.

"I can't even fly, and I still beat you, babe!"

Zoesette, daughter of the Dinosaur King and Kajiu queen, is happy with her new body. Evolving into a Bowser Kaiju.

She now is a huge, burly, green-dorsal plated Godzilla hybrid with collars, horns, and hair. Her eyes glow with bright orange Shee sports two small horns; She wears several spiked collars around her neck and arms. Each one has either a demon orb or angel orb.

Dracul followed in their wake, but he lacked the fluid and elegant moves Rumi had, or the raw speed Zoesette had on land, so when he popped out of the forest at incredible speed and made his way alongside the water bowl, he couldn't keep his balance, the momentum he achieved made him yank a little bit to his right side this caused him to plunge his right paws into the water losing speed in an instant as a consequence of this small mistake. What Dracul lacks in agility (air) he makes up for in raw strength; after he recovered his stability, he made a couple of powerful flaps with his wings to regain the previously lost speed in mere seconds. He impulsively took a glimpse at the water, seeing his reflection for a brief moment.

Not much has changed for him. His size rivals that of a teenage elephant now.

They set up the track for this race hours ago, this wasn't their first run around this route, but no matter how many times they passed through it, Dracul just couldn't make it perfect every time, oh how he hated manoeuvring around those trees, and they knew it.

"Must be we do this?!" asked the ruler of Warfang, and their husband wheezed out.

"Yes... we do. You need to work on your aerial combat skills, marito," Rumi said informally.

The Jurassic demon crocodile dragon again wants to question again on why they want to Gaul forces tomorrow ...

Even with Rumi and Zoestte's blatantly unfair elements, Dracul doubts all three of them would even scratch the ugly ape. He was still a Rank E monster the last time he checked while the ape was rank B.

"And you two didn't beat me; it's a draw, the final score is 4:4", he replied with a small smile on his snout. "Besides, I two gave you a head start."

The former human hated losing in his past life and hates it now; he refused to let his two partners with benefits-ish have all the bragging rights.

"Oh, is my martio being a sore loser!?" Rumi exclaimed, shout ringing with laughter.

"Babe, your sexy n all but your losin' ta us."

Dracul was the only one panting lightly after their strenuous effort; after all, that wasn't their first race. They made their way towards the outcropping overlooking the valley where the winner could collect the prize. They didn't think about anything fancy the prize was just another way to tease a little the losing side.

It was also training for the battle tomorrow on which Dracul still disagrees with having.

In the beginning, He used to complain when he lost, never wanting to move when an image of rest was so close, exhaustion and aching wings or muscles used as the most common excuses. The pain was there, of course, but it wasn't as lingering as he made it to be, and since Dracul lost this time, he complied without saying a word.

He had experienced, so it didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. There were some green patches of land with different coniferous trees on them; at the base of their trunks, plenty of bushes were placed, one right beside the other. There were dozens of them; berries and raspberries were growing on them, some of them were already picked clean due to too many races, but there were still plenty of them to collect.

Near the bushes, in a bit of hole on the ground covered in an icy mist, was lying an item they called the basket, that was no ordinary basket; in fact, that wasn't a basket at all, it was a quite appreciable round stone with a small cavity in its middle that Dracul made using his earth element. In the cavity, dried juices from all those fruits they collected were still clearly visible. He made the handle by finding appropriate branches from the nearby trees; he then pressed one of them to one side of the stone and covered it in ice, then he pressed another one to the icy end of the first branch and used his ice breath again. He repeated the process until he reached the other side of the stone; it was delicate work. That's why the basket was lying in an icy hole so the handle wouldn't melt away. The whole basket thing was Rumi's idea; her ingenuity came in handy once again. It was a crude work, but it served its purpose.

Dracul picked the basket and hung it around his neck, its icy handle leaving a refreshing and enjoyable chill. He made his way towards the bushes where the delicious fruits were growing. He started picking and putting them into the basket, every now and then swallowing one with great appetite, their sweet juices dealing with the growing thirst pretty quick. It wasn't long before the basket was filled with berries, satisfied, he made his way back to the outcropping.

She was still on the same spot he had left her, lying on her back with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open, awaiting her well-earned reward. He sat next to her; he reached out to the basket, picking the nearest fruit carefully to avoid squashing it. Then, with the fruit in his paw, he moved it in front of Rumi and slowly began lowering it towards her mouth; the moment she felt the fruit getting close, she snapped it really fast; the unexpected move made Dracul impulsively withdraw his paw so he wouldn't get bitten by those sharp teeth.

Giggling, Rumi opened one of her eyes to see his reaction.

"You really enjoy it, don't you?" Dracul asked, smiling, the irony in his voice clearly noticeable.

"Well...yeah", she replied with an evil grin.

This time Zoesette went for the next portion of the sweet fruits. Dracul was moving his paw even slower than before, so he wouldn't be caught unaware if dino-kaiju would try that trick. Of course, she never did, but the slight tension sometimes made them both chuckle. This was a simple reward really, the winner's only concern was to find a proper space to laze about while the loser had to collect the fruits and feed them to the victor.

Or victors.

Zoesette licked her mouth. "Mmmm, them bitches were delicious, ya did good, babe." she patted his side with her paw.

"I'm glad you two liked it, still the worms."

The queens of Warfang eyes went wide open "What worms?!" they exclaimed

"You know the little slithering green hairy things that you find in fruits sometimes, I was too exhausted to clear them off, so I thought it would be a nice payback for all your teasing," Dracul said with a wicked smile and a small cackle.

They both knew Dracul too well; he wouldn't do a thing like that to them. He likes too them much for that.

"Thanks for ruinin' da moment, babe." Zoesette pushed him, making him tilt a little.

Dracul just chuckled in response.

After a while, Rumi and Zoesette pulled themselves up and sat next to him; from here, they had a good vantage point on the terrain below.

Valley of Avalar, a place in Warfang they found in their races.

The valley itself was one of the most fertile places found in Warfang; many kinds of treetops dotted the greenish ground, they differed from one another; some of them were big and broad-leaved while the others were thinner. Through the land, numerous rivers were flowing downhill from their rocky slopes. In the distance, a waterfall could be seen; from their view, it appeared like streams of milk rushing down the tall mountainside, eventually ending in one of the rivers below. At the base of the mountain range, they could see an empty space every now and then, probably a cave serving as a safe haven for many wild animals or beats that lived here.

There are probably more valleys besides this one out there, but they never had the chance to explore during their race.

They sat in utter silence, watching the landscape that stretched ahead for quite some time.

"Hey babe" Zoesette runied the moment of slicene. Looking at the crocodile with glowing tattoos and the cocky attitude.

"Yeah, Darlin'?

"I know ya are against us of attacking Gaul tomorrow."

"Oh really?!" The Ruler of Warfang and their husband put of a faux smile and staredown down at the evolved Dino-Kaiju hybrid. "I think it's a stupid idea! The dude rules a poisoned area. How would that poison we found in that lab is even going to affect that stupid ape? Mixing it with my poison attribute won't affect him at all." He exclaimed.

"Don't worry about da details, babe... We also need you there to corrupt Rumi sister as well. All you have to do is infect that stupid monkey with the poison, and we are good."

This even makes Dracul confused. "Rumi's sister?" He asked, confused. "And remind on WHY do I need o this again? Cause-"

Both girls cut off their husband before Dracul can make any more reasonable and justifiable complaints about this plan.

"If you win... We will have sex." Both girls announce.

"Nice try. It takes more than sex?" Dracul looked at both Rumi and Zoesette with a straight face. A few minutes passed when he realized what they had just said to a sex demon subspecies. Rumi has been blue ballin' for years and with Zoesette dispute being a thirsty chick is was not putting out.

"Are you both lying to me?" Dracul asked—demanded to the both of them. "Because I will be so pissed if you are."

"Nope!"

He knows this kinda makes him simp, but after years of B.B and that thinks that can go to hell.

24 hours later...

Warfang arrived 15 meters away from a Jungwong city in Skull Swamps. North of here, the goblins and wyverns are fighting the main army.

"Lord Dracul, the shields around Jungwong city, the main headquarters of Gaul and his army, the warp cannons and the Jericho missiles filled with your poison is ready and armed," Control said to Dracul, Rumi, and Zoesette.

"Fire the missiles and teleport us straight into the enemy champ! After you use the Milo battery on his castle, of course." Dracul said to Control, then looked at Rumi and Zoesette. "Are you sure that rank down virus will work on him? We only have one of those, and where is your sister Rumi? Also, isn't she all evil and stuff?"

"She is down there, and don't worry, my partner. Your mana filled gas will surely infect her as well." Rumi said, not worried about anything.

The dino-dragon hybrid wanted to ask about that, but Zoesette jumped off the main deck and went straight for the city. Rumi flew up following, forcing Dracul to follow them.