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Clownperice the deadliest player and the ruler of the nether was sitting on his throne attending a meeting with two young children asleep being held in each arm cuddled close to his chest. Both contrasted his dark colour palette.
A weird sight indeed.
How did we get here? We need to go back a few months or years..
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Clown was in the over-world for a meeting to sell materials from the nether to one of the many civilizations around the over-world. This meeting was a very important one since it was one of the richest civilizations around at that time. Which was good the meeting went well.
As they made it down the stone pavement back to the nether, he found a child trying to rob him?
Well a sad attempt at it.
The child who he caught easily, was being pulled up by the back collar of his shirt if you could call it a shirt. It was more of a rag than anything. The child growls at Clown, Ferre who was walking behind Clown was about to attack the child for growling at the nether ruler. Clown promptly stopped him by putting a hand up to stop Ferre. Ferre backed down, as clown observes the child flailing in his grasp.
A strip of black fabric went unnoticed by Clown and Ferre fluttered to the ground in the commotion.
The child was all purple, lighter purple skin and darker purple hair with two moles, one under each eye, his eyes were a golden yellow with hints of green at the bottom of his irises. He had two small horns poking out of his forehead, a small tail raging behind him. desperately trying to escape Clowns grasp.
Clown observedthe the child and sees he was a dragon hatchling? Hard to tell since hatchlings don’t get their wings until the age of 10 or so. They do resemble demons before their wings sprout from their back. Though one thing makes them stand out compared to actual demons or just other hybrids in general.
Their eyes.
A dragons eyes are mostly golden.
Not too long ago dragons were hunted for their body parts sold to the rich and noble of the over-world as luxury potion materials for ‘longevity’ or as accessories in their homes. Their eyes on the other hand are used to make jewelry, ones filled with magic. powerful magic that can protect loved ones or unleash powerful spells. It was something the dragons pride themselves with. But it could be taken from them, exploited by gauging out the dragons eyes the source of the magic. Dragon eyes after being taken from the owners slowly become solid jewels, and so after learning that fact the rich and powerful of the over-world all wanted the powers to themselves. So they started hunting dragons.
Since a grown dragon were impossible to even hurt, hunters went after the young dragon hatchlings, before they reached the age of maturity. Hatchlings before reaching maturity were vulnerable, not being able to protect themselves by fleeing or attacking because of their underdeveloped bodies. And since the hunt for hatchlings that started many years ago the dragons hybrids have gone into hiding or left the over-world entirely. since then there hasn’t been a glimpse of a dragon hatchling anywhere in the over-world. Or a dragon hybrid at all.
Until now that is.
That is why the dragon hatchling in clown’s clutches was a surprise.
This hatchling was maybe 4 or 5 years old at best, way before the age of maturity for dragons. He wonders how such a young hatchling hasn’t been hunted yet. Looking at the raging ball of purple Clown finally came back from his thoughts, amused by the sad attempt of escape from the hatchling in his grasp. He chuckles at the small hatchlings attempt to escape.
Clown did thinks to himself throwing the hatchlings back onto the streets where he would definitely be hunted, or take him home and give him to his lovely lover who was also a dragon. He decided the former, his lover would love to raise a young hatchling and he would be a great addition to their small family.
He really did not think of the consequences that would come to bite him in the near future.
Clown had to knock the hatchling out, making him easier to transfer since the hatchling was definitely trying to bite clowns neck off now when escaping seemed impossible. He carried him gently in his arms. Heading towards the nether portal with Ferre following behind him.
Two figures went unnoticed by Clown and Ferre in the alley way the hatchling came from. The two figures watched in horror as their youngest brother gets taken from them, in the arms of the Nether Ruler.
As the taller figure picked up the black fabric from the stone pavement their figures came into view. A taller lion hybrid and a not as tall tiger hybrid behind him both had blindfolds covering their eyes.
They watch in horror as the Nether Ruler slowly walks away with their youngest brother. the taller one swore in that moment he would get his brother back from them one way or another.