Chapter Three

Drage Lands

Bredolth held her wooden mug high in the air to celebrate the release of Smaile, her younger sister's drage child in the land of Drage. The beast was freed from the palace walls it did not stay fit in, and it was released from the Drage Lands, where it did not belong. The young dragon was not as brave, or a high quality dragon like the royals, nor was it the princeses real child in the first place. It, or he, was a mistake.

"Let us celebrate the release of the drage child; for it was not high quality like us royals!" Bredolth stood up in her padded, pure silver armor and jugged down the vodka till her throat burned. "And let us say the sacred speech of Drage, that we may only speak of under Bredolth's order!" The dragon began talking about herself in a orderly state.

""Dyret barn er blevet befriet fra dette land, og er ikke længere inter jorden Drage fortjener ikke sådan en skændsel." A younger dragon had entered the room, only to hear the language of the dragons. For Bredolth was a rather feisty dragon, she still kept her order of being as polite as she was when one from the other side had arrive. She began whispering the danish words into the newer dragon's ears.   "The beast child has been freed from this land, and is to no longer inter the land. Drage does not deserve such a disgrace,"

A dragon had stood up now, with his fellow peers, and they all began to speak their mind one by one, "Smaile, selv om hans navn er blevet givet til ham fra Zulu sprog, vil altid være en Drage i dette land. Hans pigge, på ryggen er endnu manlier, at nogen af vores have, og nogensinde vil blive. Vi vil, og ikke vil gå glip af skændsel!"

"Spike, although his name has been given to him from the Zulu language, will always be a drage of this land. His spikes, upon his back are even manlier that any of ours have, and will ever be. We will, and won't miss the disgrace," She had whispered into his ear once more, giving him details as they spoke.

"Gwendolth, mor til smaile, skal være glad, for hun ikke er. Vi vil gøre hende mærke vores handlinger, og at de er endnu bedre, end hun kunne have forestillet sig! Smaile hører ikke hjemme i dette land!"

"Gwendolth, mother of Spike, should be happy, for she is not. We will make her notice our actions, and that they are even better than she could have imagined! Spike does not belong in this land!"

"Stille!" The one voice that had not been in danish, nor Zulu yelled out into the crowd. As the many dragons peered their young, blind, and well scene eyes towards the sound of the voice, no one spoke a word but the king's daughter, Bredolth.

"Father, you will see that our choices against Smaile were correct, and that we have not made a mistake. Gwendolth will soon realize that our choices will better the kingdom, in stead of death threats from the council!"

"Din søster er deroppe welping på hendes hovedpude, for du har taget hendes Drage barn væk fra hende! Du skal skamme Bredolth!" The king had only been able to speak danish since he was a egg. Bredolth would have spoken out to the crowd, on what her father had been saying, but instead, she decided to keep it a secret, to shield the new dragon's ears from her father's harsh words.

"I am fully aware of that father, but Gwendolth will get over it. Just like she got over mother. Now if you will please, exit this room right now,"

"Brendolth, jeg har aldrig haft en favorit barn, men nu ser jeg, at Gwendolth er den bedre. Jeg indsende dig til dit værelse lige nu unge dame," Brendolth had begun to get rather angry with her father. It was so intense that she had begun to curse in danish. Her father had not done such a thing like treated her as a child since long ago.

"Far, må jeg være høflig, men jeg vil sige dette på den bedst mulige måde. Du kan gå kneppe dig selv. Jeg er ikke en ung længere," She had cursed about once, and turned away from her father. She breathed in, and let her her shark colored hair flow in the wind, as she stared out the window of the palace walls. There was nothing but silence, as her father had exited the room, and the sound of sobbing had stopped from the level above, where Gwendolth laid.

"Please leave, for I have business to attend to with my father," Instead of grabbing another mug of vodka, Bredolth had stepped out of the room and up the steps to greet her sister, and father for a discussion, but she hesitated, and turned back only to step out of the palace and escape into the Drage Land with nothing but her horse and her silver armor, that could barley hold apart. It was simply only for show.

By nightfall Bredolth sat on a nice log and stared into the fire with a mutton in her hand with it's juices flowing out, and the bones still attached. Like a real warrior, she liked her food fresh, and hand cooked. Nothing was in sight but the stars and the palace silhouette as it sat in front of the sunlight. It did not only block the view, but it gave a perfect view of her home, and where she had fled against he father's orders.

Bredolth had taken off her silver padding, and set it aside on the log next to her as she tore through the mutton. She spilled the juices on her lap, and let it stay there till she had finished her mutton. By then all there was was a bone, with patches of meat strapped to it. To rough and hard to reach.

"Eh Bredolth. I thought you and your gals were havin' a party up at the palace to celebrate Smaile's departure?" Another dragon of the town had spent the day in the forest, eating a mutton he tore off a mammal, and sat by the fire without speaking until now.

"We were, then father got involved and ruined the whole thing. I drank all my vodka before he could even get to the second sentence in all that danish.

"Well, you know, we could just get out of here. I know a girl down the hill, away from Drage. She has a hut and everything. We can sneak down there. I doubt she'll be back any time soon. She'll just be down at the river on a fishing trip for a week,"

"I haft to agree with you, but not at the moment," Bredolth laid her head on the log, and let her lets stretch as she stared into the sky with her hands under her head. "But first, gotta catch some rest. Can't have my horse be traveling now. Nearly traveled two miles,"

"Eh, sorry missy, but I don't think I can let you go and snooze just yet. We can either go to the cabin now, or we can travel back to your palace and face your father," Bredolth opened a eye, and stared at the other dragon, much older and wiser then she.

"Who do you think your talking to?"

"I'm talking to a sassy princess. Now we're going now, or I'll inform your father about your absence!"

"Now, I may agree with the sassy, but I am not going back to the palace and that's final,"

"Well then, guess we haft to leave. I bet your father has sent a search party after ye' princess. I can already see the torches coming down this hill here, and they're coming fast,"

"Fine, but after this I simply must rest," Bredolth stood with a flare of her nostrils, and had put on her silver padding once more before climbing on her horse with the male dragon, and galloping down to the hut he had spoken of. As close as he made the hut sound, the journey was long, for the horse had to walk without the two, for he had run through a rather large puddle of mud that had gotten them all wet.

Their boots, covered in mud crunched the leaves and sticks that had fallen off of the first sign of autum. Bredolth walked along the path besides the male dragon. She had never caught his name, but they had talked day after day since Gwendolth had given birth to Smaile.

"Are we any close yet? I can see their torches even closer," Bredolth had stopped in her tracks, and yelled out to the male.

"Yes. I can see her hut," Bredolth did not say another word after that, for that was the only thing she needed to know, and only thing she did want to know. The male dragon did not look back more  than once to see how close the search party was, then he turned around till they arrived at the hut, that was slightly brutal by it's looks. On the other side, it was quite beautiful, but the door was jammed. No windows, nor chimney.

"Dammit. The door's jammed!"

"Yes, it is, but there is another option. There is a town by the name of Manehatten down the hill a mile or two away from here. I know a few wolves that own a company. They'll give you a bed, clothes, food, and they'll even be your guards if you want. So, we can stay here and sit by a jammed door, or head down the town were they'll never dare to go.

"Deal,"

"I am terribly sorry Gouden, but I do not know what a specialty is, in what category?" Bun had spoke to Gouden with a questioned look as Gouden grabbed the quilt Bun had been standing in, and covered Bun up with it once more, slowly as she whispered the specialty's in her ear.

"There is many darling. Fellatio, cunnilingus, where you will receive, or give, pleasure I suppose. You can dance on a pole just like your daddy disagrees with, or you can do the rest, which I will leave as a secret just for now. So if you will, choose, what is your specialty,"

"I am afraid I do not have one. I am simply just a virgin. No man I have never met has been worthy enough to make love with,"

"Well Bun, you will haft to do all of those nasty things you've disagreed with. In this job at least," Gouden came around Bun and hugged her from the back. She laid her hands on her covered breasts, and her head on her shoulder. "Plus, this isn't making love. It's making 'love' for money,"

Bun gasped, "what will the cost be?'

"That all depends on you, and the buyer. With a body like that, I must say that you will get paid more than fifty bits honey,"

"Well then, I guess I must choose cunnilingus. If I can learn that is,"

"Oh; you will," Gouden paused for a moment and smiled as Josie walked in the room to see Gouden hugging her cousin from the back as Bun had a nervous, uncertain look.

"Gouden, you didn't. Did you?" Josie new it all.

"I sure did Josie. Looks like you and your cuz here will be in the same company. How about we get packed, leave father here for the night, while I go and teach Bun her soon to be specialty back at the place,"

"But what about Wit? Doesn't he need to be picked up?"

"Why yes, but he's all the way in Fillydelphia. I can't just drive there in an hour. How about we go down there tomorrow after training,"

"Indeed," Bun because to fell quite awkward knowing that her older cousin, the one she thought of as a mother all most, had been performing cunnilingus, as well as fellatio on strangers for years, while her and father had thought nothing of her.