The young snake was curled up, dreaming peacefully as he snuggled in the warm den with his sisters. He only had sisters, and was the only boy. It was a lot to rest on, he'd be training to be a fighter under his father as a teenager. A fighter he'd be. He was already strong, cunning and sharp. He had to be, he was a snake. Like his father, like his aunt. Now his cousin, the Queen was a dragon like Uncle Maverick. He however was also venomous, a cobra. Like his father. He was so deep in sleep, that he was startled by the voice of his friends nearby. "Ambrose, oh Ambrose? Where are you my little scaled friend?" His body jolted awake, panting. Oh dear, it was already passed sundown. Had he been late for his own play date with his two friends?
He bolted out of the den, only to slow and remain stealthy as he neared the close-by clearing that was the meeting area. He slunk low to the ground, hiding his white belly and brindled legs under his shadow as his body moved forward. "Ambrose, a lady is asking for you. It's not nice to keep a lady waiting." With a toothy grin, Ambrose dove from the brush closest to Harlow and took him down. Refusing to obviously use his jaws, as he didn't want to kill his friend - Or turn him. He pinned Harlow down by his shoulder and hip on his side, a smug smile on his face. "Yield, sir Harlow." He spoke, Harlow however with a chuckle flipped the scaled lad over and off of him. A lowered stance overtook both of their bodies.
"Never, Knight Ambrose." Harlow grinned. The two boys were ready to play-fight until Dianthe swooned. "Ambrose, Harlow. I thought we were going to play tag!" She pouted. "You two always fly away from me, I can't jump that high - It's not fair!" Ambrose wined, his brows furrowing. A small noise of branches nearby causing him to break his focus from the two other children. "Hello?" He called out, nearing the bush. "Who's there?"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Lighting Molotov's for the broken youth."
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