Skittles swept his wings in a way that would allow him to hover as he studied the other dragon, curious about what kind he was. "I have not made any threat or sign of challange, why would I fight and waste energy that could be used to hunt?" he questioned in reply.
Izzy startled at the voice and in one quick, fluid motion she was suddenly facing him with the blade tip near his throat, her eyes hard as stone and cold as eyes, her expression focused. "Is that so? And who are you to judge my work?" she demanded, not moving nor detering her eyes from his.
















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