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"This Sickness" (ch.20)

        "Oh yeah?! Well, you look like a troll's ass!" Tuffnut barked over his shoulder angrily as he stormed into the barn, the handle of a swinging wooden bucket creaking in his knuckled grasp. There was a feminine cry of frustration and upset from behind him, but it fell on deaf and angry ears. Then a rock the size of his fist struck him up the backside of the head, faltering his step before he spun on his heel and snarled down the hill at his retreating twin.

        "Fucking bitch!" She flipped him off over her shoulder, casually strutting the rest of the way down the grassy knoll into the village, knowing there was nothing he could do to follow her. His free hand clenched and unclenched at his side, body quivering as he debated on whether or not he wanted to go after her or wait for her to get home.

       Blinking away the red tint hazing his vision he spun back around and stormed the rest of the way into the barn, hurling the bucket onto the floor between the dragons' stalls. The worn wood snapped uselessly as it banged and clattered against the stone flooring and the ironwork of the stalls, eventually rolling to a stop in front of Scrye's uplifted head. "Dammit! That WHORE!" He stomped over to the broken bucket, snatching it up and quickly turning it in his hands, eying it with a bitterly arched brow. When he saw half the bottom had lost its bolts, rendering the bucket more useless than it was before in his mind, he turned and pitched it across the barn with another snarl. This time pieces of wood tumbled in splintered heaps to the floor as the iron skeleton, and whatever wood was left clinging to them, fell alongside.

       He stood huffing and puffing, attempting to calm himself in, what was becoming, apparent vain. Quiet gurgles and clicking coos next to his ear started him into blinking and looking to the tip of a dragon's maw resting on his right shoulder. He sighed heavily, the slow and measured flare of a gashed nostril reminding him he was far from alone in his attempt at serenity. Reaching up he scratched the rubbery underscales of the dragon's jaw, turning to face it completely, feeling his shoulders slump of their own accord.

       Scrye canted her oblong head at him, cracking open her jaw to release more of the contented gurgles as he scratched farther beneath her chin, finding some strange comfort in making the beast happy. He let out another sigh, Ruffnut's catcalls and grating voice slowly ebbing from his memory, leaving him to the sunny quiet of the barn; his recent sanctuary. Though, what he would give to get back into the training ring; what had once been his old sanctuary. "Well, girl, least we're safe in here...from HER." He mumbled the words, turning to cut a glare over his shoulder at the open barn door as he hissed the last word.

      Scrye seemed to catch onto the anger, lifting her head from his caresses to look in the direction of the door as well, smoke escaping her lips as she let out a matching and lengthy hiss of her own. He turned back to face her, grinning from ear to ear now, standing on tip-toes to reach up and scratch near her eyes and ear, chuckling as she bent her head to receive his praise. "Yeah, that's right, she's a BITCH, isn't she?" The Nightmare chuckled alongside him, bobbing her head beneath his hand with the movement, the tip of her tail thumping softly on the hay behind her. "We'll show her when she gets home, won't we? We'll tear her a new fucking one, won't we?" He grinned again, happy to have someone to fuss at about his sister. Finally someone who understood what a pain in the ass she was.