Scorch Becomes A Warrior (Obviously)

Scorch stared hopelessly through the open window of the abandoned building, watching the unruly beast he harrowingly failed to train and briefly arrest fly away. It was a giant, flying yak. Not only one of the first aviating animals he had ever seen, but it also shared a few likenesses to the dragon himself; having draconic heritage.

The bold, bulky bovidae in question wasn't just big and furry all over, but also had scales on its underbelly, and long, orange-yellow fins protruding from its head to the tip of its tail. It truly was a sight to see, and it would've been a trifling means more graceful if Scorch wasn't currently staring at the flying yak's beastly posterior. It made him a bit angry, to be honest. Knowing that he was in the midst of training to be a worthy enough warrior, but the harsh fact that he may never get there.

Oh, and speaking of warriors, Scorch was training to be one. Obviously.

"Get back here, ya giant hunk'a- woah!" Upon the frivolous, and quite frankly, rude action of waving a meddled fist at the flying poephagus, Scorch found himself losing his balance and falling face first from the broken window frame. "TORCH DAMN IT!" He bellowed, conveniently forgetting that he had wings to fly. As he free fell through the air, flipping violently back and forth in panic, he called out in anger. "You're supposed to catch me, you know!!" Screamed the dragon, cupping his hands to his muzzle and calling out to the clearly unbothered drax flying whimsily through the air.

"Wait!" the dragon muttered with a face palm. "I can fly, can't I?"

Scorch, finally realizing the flight-abled creature he was extended his wings and bent them hard.

"Thud!"

"Ack...!"

And he realized that he had hit the ground already. He'd already obtained countless bruises from crashing through the ass of that abadoned building. This is... the exact opposite of what he needed.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow... damn it..." He cursed. His wings were completely sapped, and that was something his own energy and his wing muscles had in common. No matter what felt which thing, he was hurting like hell. And that drax flying so ecstatically through the air only pissed him off even more, especially when it landed in front of him.

Pounding his fist against the tainted grass with a snarl, Scorch flickered his glance toward the menacing mammal. "Listen here, you little-"

"Hello there, sweetie..." Scorch turned his head to see a ginger Ocellus walk by, her casual clothes making Scorch's dented armor seem like complete and utter Tartarus. Still, the dragon's gaze softened as he watched his best friend calmly stride over to the gigantic yak-dragon. A smile came to her lips as she slowly circled a finger around the tip of its nose. The drax slowly lowered its head, its eyes moving quickly and looking directly at Ocellus, now.

The changeling looked over at Scorch, an amused grin at her lips. "Don't even start," Scorch hissed. The changeling knelt to his position, smugly flicking the orange scales on bridge of his nose in between his eyes.

"You suck at training giant yaks." she giggled playfully. Scorch rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

"I know. I will." Ocellus cooed. "Besides, this giant sweetheart can't be that hard to train."

"You try it, then."

Scorch grunted as he grabbed Ocellus' hand, allowing his friend to pull him back onto his paws. "I would," Ocellus sighed. "If only you'd let me help..."

Scorch blanked. "Uh, no. I'm supposed to be a dragon warrior. Just... not the kind that kills dragons." He stared off into the distance for a minute, but then shook his head. "Besides- I'm supposed to be protecting you. Not having you as my sidekick. That's not how heroes work."

"I still don't understand... why are you so bent on trying to protect me? I can protect myself!"

With that last remark, Ocellus stomped her foot on the ground as she clenched her fists at her side. The ground shook in response, and she was immediately caught off guard. Scorch reared up into a fighting stance upon instinct. The drax accompanying the two stood up in an instant.

"Oh, crap..."

Out of nowhere, a spot in the soil between the two tore open, and emerging from the cavernous burrow was a bulky, slimy, serpentine creature of the like Scorch saw all too familiar. Ocellus fell on her rear end, clenching the sour-green grass in her palms out of sheer terror. This beastly bastard carried six legs- three on each side. And despite its disgustingly moist appearance, its head was only a tainted, yellow skull that happened to be bone dry, one hollow, empty eye hole on each side and one at the base of its snout.

It roared as it snapped open its jaws, baring its sharp teeth right at Ocellus. The changeling screamed in fear, her blood curdling shriek even startling the drax itself and encouraging it to jump high into the sky and fly away as quickly as possible. Scorch only huffed pluming smoke from his flaring nostrils as he drew his amazingly dull sword.

This was going to be fun.

"Hey!" The dragon bellowed, casting a sharp glare toward the monster as he held his not so threatening sword pretty threateningly in front of him. "Leave her alone!"

The creature only seethed, appearing to decide that if he couldn't have Ocellus for his morning meal, he'd simply have Scorch first. The only thing standing in his way was the latter breakfast option himself.

As the monster let out a soul searing roar, it lunged forward, fangs ready to rip and tear through the dragon's smug scales. Scorch only dove forward in the same fashion, just about ready to decieve the ever living Tartarus out of this thing. The serpent only expected to rip the dragon's head off right then and there, and right in that moment, his bravado would come off with his pate.

But as Scorch rocketed his sharp claws through the thin plates of scales belonging to this beast, the creature threw back its head, screeching loudly in pain.

"Yah!" Scorch shouted a passionate war cry as he felt he could push his fist no further, wrapping his claws around this slimy, pulsing organ that he just managed to find within this thing's chest. "Now gimme!"

He used the other claw, which carried his sword, to plunge the blunt weapon into the massive serpent's chest. It let out one last cry of pounding agony before dropping dead to the ground, right in front of Ocellus. The changeling girl let out a cry of shock upon seeing this thing's corpse sprawled across the ground, leaking immense amounts of blood. Scorch finally tugged his claw out of this mighty beast's chest, along with the mysterious, pulsing organ. Turns out, it was a giant heart. Well, a little larger than the average creature’s.

"Ugh, Scorch! W-What is that?!" Ocellus backed away once more, unable to get to her feet. Scorch only chuckled as he gently slipped the still palpitating snake heart into his pocket.

"A souvenir." He said, a smug grin splitting his face. He didn't seem to notice the small amount of blood beginning to slowly drip from the pockets of his mellow purple tactical pants. Ocellus covered her mouth. "Hey, I saved you! You should be grateful!"

Trying to refrain from gagging, Ocellus turned her head. "Yes... okay... thank you, Scorch."

"Whatever."

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This begins Scorch's journey as a warrior in training.

Obviously.