Lost and Found
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Ishibil isn't quite the only dragon like he thought.
Notes: So I watched Sky's End yesterday. 8D
Prompted by the anon who asked, 'Dragon!M-21 amongst Storm Hawk dragons'.
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship/family
Word count: 1,570
Total word count: 2,238
Status: Work in progress
"Ishi-!"
Ishibil rolled out of the way of the energy blasts at Takeo's warning, feeling the blasts chase them more than seeing how close they were. His muscles burned, especially where he'd been blasted before they'd realised they'd been surrounded.
Murk raiders. Ishibil had never encountered them before, but the fear in Tao's voice when he'd seem them had been enough to give him a rough idea of them.
There were too many ships and far too many blasters that Ishibil didn't have enough time to call on his magic, not when he had to use all his concentration on swerving out the way of the blasts. Takeo only had a few bolts and Tao's staff had a limited number of shots in it as well. That was far too little for ships that size.
Ishibil jerked his head up at a chest-rattling roar, followed by a screech of metal.
"Woah..."
He glanced over his shoulder and his eyes widened.
On top of one of the ships was a dragon almost the same size of it. The dragon didn't look like him, red and far more angular, but they were still recognisable as a dragon.
"Is that how big you'll grow?" Tao asked, petting his side as the dragon tore through the ships one by one with ease, setting fire to what was left.
"I...don't know." He only had his broodmates to compare with, and while he was the runt of the brood, his broodmates had never reached that size.
But his broodmates hadn't lived for that long... Maybe if they had, they would have continued growing.
Ishibil shook his head. If there was a dragon here, they must have flown into their territory and that was why the dragon was attacking the murk raiders. They shouldn't stay.
But it had been a long time since he'd interacted with another dragon...
"Ishibil?" he heard Takeo say. Right. He couldn't risk his hoard if he was right.
He twisted to leave when the dragon roared again.
And. Ishibil knew that roar. That call. Come here. It was different from his broodmates' but it was still recognisable.
So recognisable it was habit for Ishibil to turn and roar a response before he stopped himself.
"What did they say?" Tao asked while Ishibil was still blinking, hovering in the air.
"They want me to go to them," Ishibil said, watching the murk raiders drifting down, their ships fiery husks plummeting from the sky.
"Do you want to?" Takeo asked.
It wasn't a hard question. "Yes." He looked over his shoulder at them. "Do you?"
"Meeting another dragon?" Tao said with a laugh. "Of course I do!"
Takeo sighed at Tao's words, but nodded, a small smile on his face. He stopped smiling, looking at where Ishibil had been hit. "But can you keep flying?"
Ishibil could feel some of his magic collecting at them, healing it. "I'll be able to," he said, flying towards the other dragon. Their home terra shouldn't be too far.
The other dragon waited to make sure they were following before flying off at a speed Ishibil could keep up with.
They wouldn't fly for too long and... Ishibil narrowed his eyes, taking a deeper breath, staring at the dragon.
"Ishibil?" Takeo said. "What's wrong?"
"That's not a dragon," Ishibil said, his ears flat, and that much have been what Takeo had seen. "They smell of metal and oil." Now that he was closer, he could hear the hiss of pistons and a low groan as metal slid against each other with every wing flap. "It's a ship."
"A trap?" Tao asked, and Ishibil felt both Tao and Takeo tense.
"I don't think so..." Ishibil said, inhaling again to make sure. The scent hadn't changed: the dragon wasn't made of flesh, but there were tens of other dragon scents clinging to it, and they didn't smell of blood or fear. Ishibil wasn't sure what the people inside had been doing with them but he was willing to follow, just to see the other dragons.
The dragon eventually landed on a terra and Ishibil more collapsed onto it than landed, glad to have solid ground under his claws again. His nose dipped close to the dirt and he didn't have the energy to bring his wings up, letting them droop to the ground. He could smell the dragon kits stronger here and he still couldn't smell blood or fear from them.
"Ishibil!" He felt them scramble out of the saddle and leap over to him.
"M'fine." So long as he didn't have to fly again any time soon.
"You better be," Tao murmured, throwing his arms around Ishibil's snout. "But rest now so you're even more fine."
He snorted at that, but Takeo was rubbing the base of his ear how he liked it and it would be so easy to just close his eyes...
His other ear swivelled towards a hiss from the ship and its stomach swung down, making a ramp.
Standing inside was a yellow-haired human. Ishibil saw the human open their mouth, then look him over.
"My apologies," the human said, hurrying towards them. "I hadn't realised they'd been injured — I would have offered to carry them on my ship's back otherwise."
Tao chuckled, straightening. He kept a hand on Ishibil's snout, stroking his scales. "I don't think he would have agreed to even if you'd offered — he can be a little stubborn about a couple of things."
Ishibil snorted. "Am not."
Tao patted his snout.
The human brightened, peering at him. "You can talk! When did you - ah, I'm getting ahead of myself again." The human dipped their head. "I'm Frankenstein, and I'm something of a Dragon Knight."
A Dragon Knight? Ishibil glanced at Tao and Takeo, but they were frowning.
"I have something that can help to accelerate your healing if you want me to," Frankenstein said, pulling out a green crystal and presenting it to Ishibil.
He leaned over and sniffed it. Ishibil furrowed his eyeridges at Frankenstein's scent: it wasn't fully human, but whatever the rest of it was, it wasn't something Ishibil had encountered before.
Whatever Frankenstein was didn't matter since they hadn't tried to hurt them, and the crystal didn't seem to be a damaging one either. Ishibil nodded, lifting his head.
Frankenstein smiled again and pointed it at him. He didn't move out of the way of the beam that shot out of it.
Warmth washed over Ishibil, concentrating on where he'd been hit. He exhaled when the feeling faded, stretching his wings out with a groan. He didn't feel as bruised as before and it was like he'd just woken up from a short nap.
"How was that?" Frankenstein asked, the crystal still in their hand.
"Better," Ishibil said, rolling his shoulders and settling his wings back in place. "Thank you."
Frankenstein tucked the crystal away. "I should have noticed it earlier." He shook his head. "But I suppose you would rather meet them first before explanations?"
Ishibil had already nodded when he heard Tao's "Them?"
Frankenstein only smiled at Tao before turning to the cave entrance and roaring.
Ishibil's ears pricked, both at responding at the call and hearing high pitched roars answering and a buzz of fluttering wings rushing closer.
That. Was a lot of dragons.
A dark cloud erupted from the cave entrance, swarming around them.
Sunlight glinted off red scales and Ishibil rumbled deep in his chest at the sight of them. At the sight of so many dragons when he'd thought he was the last one.
They looked more like the ship (or was it the ship had been made to look like them?) but that didn't matter to Ishibil. What mattered was they were there. Alive and in so many numbers Ishibil wasn't sure he could count them all if he'd tried.
A couple of the kits bumped into Ishibil's snout, chirping, and Ishibil nuzzled them, taking in their scents, trying to memorise them, wanting to remember what it was like to be surrounded by dragons again.
Frankenstein had been talking, but their voice had been background noise compared to the dragons until "-like to help look after them?" What? Ishibil turned his head to look at Frankenstein, focusing on them again. "They would do well with an actual dragon to teach them."
Ishibil stared at Frankenstein. "I...don't know how to raise kits." Hadn't needed to since he was one of the last to hatch in his brood.
The dragon kits had started to settle around him, pressing themselves against his scales and chirping; he couldn't leave them alone either, not after knowing they were here.
"But I'll do what I can. If..." Ishibil glanced around, and Tao was trying to coax a kit closer to him, looking as excited when Ishibil brought back a new piece of technology he'd found, while another kit was standing next to Takeo, sniffing his hair. "Tao and Takeo are okay with it?" It seemed like he already had his answer.
Tao laughed. "I get to play with dragon babies all day? I'm in!"
"Of course we'll help protect them," Takeo said, easing his hair away from the kit. The kit investigated his shirt instead.
Ishibil growled deep in his chest, and warmth filled him when the kits around him responded, growling back and snuggling closer.
Yes, he wasn't going to let anyone hurt them.
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I was waffling on if it should be Rinjiin or Frankenstein, but then decided that yeah, building a giant dragon ship to protect defenseless kids is exactly something Frankenstein would do. Not sure what Rai would be then, in this verse. He's either a dragon big enough to blot out the sun when he flies, ooor phoenixes exist in Atmos too, heh.
Summary: Ishibil isn't quite the only dragon like he thought.
Notes: So I watched Sky's End yesterday. 8D
Prompted by the anon who asked, 'Dragon!M-21 amongst Storm Hawk dragons'.
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship/family
Word count: 1,570
Total word count: 2,238
Status: Work in progress
"Ishi-!"
Ishibil rolled out of the way of the energy blasts at Takeo's warning, feeling the blasts chase them more than seeing how close they were. His muscles burned, especially where he'd been blasted before they'd realised they'd been surrounded.
Murk raiders. Ishibil had never encountered them before, but the fear in Tao's voice when he'd seem them had been enough to give him a rough idea of them.
There were too many ships and far too many blasters that Ishibil didn't have enough time to call on his magic, not when he had to use all his concentration on swerving out the way of the blasts. Takeo only had a few bolts and Tao's staff had a limited number of shots in it as well. That was far too little for ships that size.
Ishibil jerked his head up at a chest-rattling roar, followed by a screech of metal.
"Woah..."
He glanced over his shoulder and his eyes widened.
On top of one of the ships was a dragon almost the same size of it. The dragon didn't look like him, red and far more angular, but they were still recognisable as a dragon.
"Is that how big you'll grow?" Tao asked, petting his side as the dragon tore through the ships one by one with ease, setting fire to what was left.
"I...don't know." He only had his broodmates to compare with, and while he was the runt of the brood, his broodmates had never reached that size.
But his broodmates hadn't lived for that long... Maybe if they had, they would have continued growing.
Ishibil shook his head. If there was a dragon here, they must have flown into their territory and that was why the dragon was attacking the murk raiders. They shouldn't stay.
But it had been a long time since he'd interacted with another dragon...
"Ishibil?" he heard Takeo say. Right. He couldn't risk his hoard if he was right.
He twisted to leave when the dragon roared again.
And. Ishibil knew that roar. That call. Come here. It was different from his broodmates' but it was still recognisable.
So recognisable it was habit for Ishibil to turn and roar a response before he stopped himself.
"What did they say?" Tao asked while Ishibil was still blinking, hovering in the air.
"They want me to go to them," Ishibil said, watching the murk raiders drifting down, their ships fiery husks plummeting from the sky.
"Do you want to?" Takeo asked.
It wasn't a hard question. "Yes." He looked over his shoulder at them. "Do you?"
"Meeting another dragon?" Tao said with a laugh. "Of course I do!"
Takeo sighed at Tao's words, but nodded, a small smile on his face. He stopped smiling, looking at where Ishibil had been hit. "But can you keep flying?"
Ishibil could feel some of his magic collecting at them, healing it. "I'll be able to," he said, flying towards the other dragon. Their home terra shouldn't be too far.
The other dragon waited to make sure they were following before flying off at a speed Ishibil could keep up with.
They wouldn't fly for too long and... Ishibil narrowed his eyes, taking a deeper breath, staring at the dragon.
"Ishibil?" Takeo said. "What's wrong?"
"That's not a dragon," Ishibil said, his ears flat, and that much have been what Takeo had seen. "They smell of metal and oil." Now that he was closer, he could hear the hiss of pistons and a low groan as metal slid against each other with every wing flap. "It's a ship."
"A trap?" Tao asked, and Ishibil felt both Tao and Takeo tense.
"I don't think so..." Ishibil said, inhaling again to make sure. The scent hadn't changed: the dragon wasn't made of flesh, but there were tens of other dragon scents clinging to it, and they didn't smell of blood or fear. Ishibil wasn't sure what the people inside had been doing with them but he was willing to follow, just to see the other dragons.
The dragon eventually landed on a terra and Ishibil more collapsed onto it than landed, glad to have solid ground under his claws again. His nose dipped close to the dirt and he didn't have the energy to bring his wings up, letting them droop to the ground. He could smell the dragon kits stronger here and he still couldn't smell blood or fear from them.
"Ishibil!" He felt them scramble out of the saddle and leap over to him.
"M'fine." So long as he didn't have to fly again any time soon.
"You better be," Tao murmured, throwing his arms around Ishibil's snout. "But rest now so you're even more fine."
He snorted at that, but Takeo was rubbing the base of his ear how he liked it and it would be so easy to just close his eyes...
His other ear swivelled towards a hiss from the ship and its stomach swung down, making a ramp.
Standing inside was a yellow-haired human. Ishibil saw the human open their mouth, then look him over.
"My apologies," the human said, hurrying towards them. "I hadn't realised they'd been injured — I would have offered to carry them on my ship's back otherwise."
Tao chuckled, straightening. He kept a hand on Ishibil's snout, stroking his scales. "I don't think he would have agreed to even if you'd offered — he can be a little stubborn about a couple of things."
Ishibil snorted. "Am not."
Tao patted his snout.
The human brightened, peering at him. "You can talk! When did you - ah, I'm getting ahead of myself again." The human dipped their head. "I'm Frankenstein, and I'm something of a Dragon Knight."
A Dragon Knight? Ishibil glanced at Tao and Takeo, but they were frowning.
"I have something that can help to accelerate your healing if you want me to," Frankenstein said, pulling out a green crystal and presenting it to Ishibil.
He leaned over and sniffed it. Ishibil furrowed his eyeridges at Frankenstein's scent: it wasn't fully human, but whatever the rest of it was, it wasn't something Ishibil had encountered before.
Whatever Frankenstein was didn't matter since they hadn't tried to hurt them, and the crystal didn't seem to be a damaging one either. Ishibil nodded, lifting his head.
Frankenstein smiled again and pointed it at him. He didn't move out of the way of the beam that shot out of it.
Warmth washed over Ishibil, concentrating on where he'd been hit. He exhaled when the feeling faded, stretching his wings out with a groan. He didn't feel as bruised as before and it was like he'd just woken up from a short nap.
"How was that?" Frankenstein asked, the crystal still in their hand.
"Better," Ishibil said, rolling his shoulders and settling his wings back in place. "Thank you."
Frankenstein tucked the crystal away. "I should have noticed it earlier." He shook his head. "But I suppose you would rather meet them first before explanations?"
Ishibil had already nodded when he heard Tao's "Them?"
Frankenstein only smiled at Tao before turning to the cave entrance and roaring.
Ishibil's ears pricked, both at responding at the call and hearing high pitched roars answering and a buzz of fluttering wings rushing closer.
That. Was a lot of dragons.
A dark cloud erupted from the cave entrance, swarming around them.
Sunlight glinted off red scales and Ishibil rumbled deep in his chest at the sight of them. At the sight of so many dragons when he'd thought he was the last one.
They looked more like the ship (or was it the ship had been made to look like them?) but that didn't matter to Ishibil. What mattered was they were there. Alive and in so many numbers Ishibil wasn't sure he could count them all if he'd tried.
A couple of the kits bumped into Ishibil's snout, chirping, and Ishibil nuzzled them, taking in their scents, trying to memorise them, wanting to remember what it was like to be surrounded by dragons again.
Frankenstein had been talking, but their voice had been background noise compared to the dragons until "-like to help look after them?" What? Ishibil turned his head to look at Frankenstein, focusing on them again. "They would do well with an actual dragon to teach them."
Ishibil stared at Frankenstein. "I...don't know how to raise kits." Hadn't needed to since he was one of the last to hatch in his brood.
The dragon kits had started to settle around him, pressing themselves against his scales and chirping; he couldn't leave them alone either, not after knowing they were here.
"But I'll do what I can. If..." Ishibil glanced around, and Tao was trying to coax a kit closer to him, looking as excited when Ishibil brought back a new piece of technology he'd found, while another kit was standing next to Takeo, sniffing his hair. "Tao and Takeo are okay with it?" It seemed like he already had his answer.
Tao laughed. "I get to play with dragon babies all day? I'm in!"
"Of course we'll help protect them," Takeo said, easing his hair away from the kit. The kit investigated his shirt instead.
Ishibil growled deep in his chest, and warmth filled him when the kits around him responded, growling back and snuggling closer.
Yes, he wasn't going to let anyone hurt them.
I was waffling on if it should be Rinjiin or Frankenstein, but then decided that yeah, building a giant dragon ship to protect defenseless kids is exactly something Frankenstein would do. Not sure what Rai would be then, in this verse. He's either a dragon big enough to blot out the sun when he flies, ooor phoenixes exist in Atmos too, heh.