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My heart skips a beat, he is dressed like the morning assembly but why is his shoulders more broad than usual? “Easy, Adele” I try to tell myself, “he killed your father” “Today, we will be talking about dragons before you get to go see them in an hour” his eyes travel to me and he holds my gaze, “as you all know, they are the keepers of drakesworth and each and every one of them is connected In a kind of way” he clicks his finger and a hologram of Ivar appears. A gasp of wows and ahhs leave the crowd at the sight of ivar..I can’t lie, that is a big ass dragon.

But after the massage that drops I have to open up. “You don't keep Drago waiting” A 6 feet 4 inch man made an appearance, his muscular, far more muscular than me and a deep voice that makes your skin crawl. He gripped my neck tightenly, glaring intensively at me. I struggle holding his hands to free myself but he's stronger. “Please..” I whispered in my voice like a cracked shard of glass. “Please..” I begged , my eyes pleading for him to let me go. He dropped me on the floor and dusted his hand like he had a smack of dust on them.

Not-so-wonderful was…different. Ashleigh plastered on a smile and held out her hand. Ivan was probably a bit over 5'10" and was almost as light-skinned as she was. He wasn't bad looking with a neatly shaved face and reddish brown hair that had a nice curly texture—either due to Mother Nature or a visit to a hair salon. Ivan had light brown eyes and a few freckles on his face; a black man with freckles and big Bugs Bunny Teeth. "Nice to meet you, Ivan." He took her hand and shook it while giving her a pleasant smile.

His moist hair dangled over his forehead, and he was bare-chested. My eyes roamed his frame. Rodrigo was muscular; that wasn't new news, but he looked outstanding this morning. His pecs were sculptured to perfection, and some of the water dripping off his hair ran down the vertical line, demarcating his abs. His pants hung loosely around his waist, exposing his v-cut. I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. “Are you checking me out?” He asked, dabbing his hair with a white towel, my white towel.

I said to him as I opened the drawers of the desk. “That’s awesome!” he said loudly. “How old are you Link?” I asked him. “Eighteen Sire,” he said to me. “Well I’m nineteen so call me Ryder please,” I said and he smiled again. “Sure thing boss,” he said and I laughed as I shook my head. “What dragon do you have?” I asked him. “Violet,” he said proudly. “You should’ve been able to lay claim to the lair yourself and kill Andrew,” I said to him.

Draco's fingers feathered over the scar as he reminisced about that moment of darkness in his life, the moment he lost the light that brightened his world. “Do you want an updo, my lord?” the male servant behind him asked, the voice pulling Draco away from his den of thoughts. “Yes, an updo,” he responded, his voice raspy. He still gazed at his scarred face in the mirror, allowing the servant to run the comb through his shoulder-length hair. Draco had always kept his hair like that because Andriandita loved it that way. Back when she was alive and he’d lay on her lap, she’d run her dainty fingers over his hair as she read him stories. It was basically simple moments that he cherished the mos

The man wore a mud brown leather jacket that was clearly too small as it wouldn’t fasten completely so you could see his matted chest hair poking through, his trousers were black and a little baggy and only just clung to his hips, thinking to himself that he looked like a beaten up cigar. “shaved head and scars over your face too? You are a walking disaster” Drago said matter of factly, glancing at the other who wasn’t looking any better he noticed they were starting to make a move. As if like a reflex Drago released his throwing knives from his hands, they flew through the air with a small whistle hitting both the men between the eyes, the two bodies hit the deck letting out a large dust cl

1 year later Vladimir and Red were visiting the castle. Elleanna was restless as she paced her office alone. This past year she had given Dracon another son. She named him Dracon Vladimir Fredrick Dragonia Jr. Everyone called him Dracon Jr or just Junior. He was about to be 1 year old and looked exactly like his mother, but had his father’s hair color. She sighed and then let out a frustrated growl. Something was wrong, but she didn’t know what. She let out a breath as she walked towards the office door. She walked to the ballroom and picked up her guitar and decided to play a song and sing along to it. The song she picked was Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift that featured The Civil Wars.

He merely scoffed. Ivan stood behind them, his hands behind him as he paced back and forth, he was growing impatient, “Iris I think you have combed that hair enough already, it looks fine to me”, he turned to Cleopatra, “How do you have so much hair on your head with the way you are combing it right now?” He took the comb from Iris and parted her hair in the middle, he brushed it until it fell straight and framed her pretty face, “I think that is good”, he braided two pieces on each side and tied them behind.

His hair turned a light pink his eyes following in suit, small fangs poking through as he smiles brightly his eyes crinkling up as he does so. His fingers elongated the color of charcol black working fully through his fingers. Ivan steps forward next a dark suit on him as his eyes turned a light purple but his hair looked black towards his scalp as dark purple locks stand out neat styled on his head, fangs sticking out just like Finn as he steps forward his arms fanned out as dark black veins traveled all the way to his neck. He walked forward confidently almost flauntingly as he smiles at her causing her to laugh a little at his confidence, if anything it only served to boost his ego.