THE DRAGON'S IRE, MORE FIERCE THAN FIRE
“Dacia! Topsail! Sidra! Weaver!”
Each name a girls, each name striking him solid in the chest as he speaks it. He did not want this for them, not like this, they were not ready. May it was the price of war but if anyone should pay it, it should be him, not these children.
He yells because he has missed the initial offense on their realm, all he knows now is fire. Fire, smoke, roaring flames that bite at his legs as he makes his way through the Chamber. Fire is not Killdare’s forte, sure he has dragon wings to help but he’s never progressed through so much of it at once. It’s like the worst blanket on the hottest summer night one that your mother’s friend knitted for you and always catches you up in your sleep.
The next voices he hears are not his own, they are not even the voices of children that he hopes they will be. The voices he hears now are mostly familiar, Lupei wailing in agony, Warship grunting a battle cry, a growl from the strange tiger child, and then….the enraged yells of a woman. All Killdare knows now is that he is needed, that someone is within their world that does not belong.
He races to the scene as fast as his hefty size will allow, flames licking at his exposed parts and curling without harm against his wings. Lupei groans from the damage the she-cat has inflicted, Warship is quick to throw himself into her hind before Ribcage swipes at her with his own set of razor like claws. Killdare meets the animal head on, slamming his full weight into whoever this wildcat is, pressing into her with each staccato word. "You. Forgot. To. Invite. Me!" The dragon-lord grabs at her sides with his wings, attempting to gain leverage and a hold with their taloned tips.
Perhaps he can manage enough momentum to throw her with them, maybe he can suffocate her with his girth.