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Lyira drag the rest of the carcass back to her cave. She slept in her cave, dreaming of her clan from before.

(We should end the night soon.) Thorn lay awake in the darn of his thorns only a single ray of moonlight shone accross his face. He fought with wearyness afraid of not wakeing up due to bloodloss. he growled softly as he fell asleep.

(It is now morning)
Lyira wakes yawning. She stretches out her wings wide and folds them back in. Shaking her neck of dirt she flies to a near by river to wash up.

Thorn opens his eyes to Roze peering in. She flinches as a thorn misses her head. "Go away ill kill you whean I heal." he growled. She dropped in some herbs. "I dont need you help!" he closed up the crack. "Poor brother..." Thorn stares at the herbs and quetly puts them on his neck. Shes too nice.

Sniffing the air, Lyira looks around the forest as she's walking to the river. Once arriving at the river, she splashes some water on herself with her tail. She dips her head down to take a quick drink, then walks back to her den.

Thorn takes off heading for the river. he didnt notice that venom dragon and landed quite a ways up stream. he dipped his head in the water washing off the blood. he sighed with relief. Thorn couldnt believe he had been defeated.

Lyira climbs up a tree and watches from above, to see if any dragons would pass. She yawns and lays on a think branch in the tree.

"I could have died if... no I must not get attched to her! If im going to... if im going to..." he looked at his reflextion. He growled and shot a thorn at his reflexion. He changed a nearby tree into a thorn tree and sat on a large branch. "... Ill steal that from her... I have to..."

Lyira sees the thorn dragon again and watches lazily from her perch. She yawns and closes her eyes for a little while.

His deep red eyes looked around the river. They were strong and brave yet hurt and sad. "Why am I important... why do I live?" he asked himself. "If I take it... then what? why do they help me?" he looked at his claws.

Lyira wakes from her nap and wonders about the thorn dragon. She silently listens to the dragon, curious.

"She never sufferd like me. Roze... why dont you hate me?" he looked at the sky. "Why... do I hate yu?" he wonderd.

Lyira leans closer listening. This is quiet interesting... She watches intently, wanting to hear more.

He saw a birds nest in a nearby tree the mother returning to her chicks. "Family..." he siad. "Whats a mother?" he asked himself. "Why did we come from a flower and not a loveing dragon family? Is that why I hate you? The flowers are your family... Thorns are not family there painful and sharp..." he siad to himself. He felt pian shudder through his body. "Gah!" he gasped grabbing his neck. "This wound doesnt help with my illness... It may devour my heart soon."

Lyira starts to feel sad for the dragon. She jumps quietly to another tree to hear better.