TS: Blacktips Pack.

"There is two ways to be fooled: One is to believe what isn't true, and the other is not to believe what is..."–Viggo Grimborne

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Carloa held out his hand, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like a trapped Terrible Terror. Soon he felt soft scales against his palm, and opened his eyes. The Storm Fury sat before him; slowly removing her muzzle from his palm; and flicked its tail; wrapping it neatly around its paws. "I couldn't kill you; I won't kill you." He lowered himself by the stream; picking a few lilies that hung over the small source; and watching them swirl in the soft current. I don't have to follow my father's expectations; I have my own path, my own purpose. This isn't his life. He ducked as Altostratus dunked a paw into the clear surface; sending water cascading over the boys head. "Thanks a lot; Altostratus. Now they'll think I went for a swim..." Carloa huffed; hanging his shirt over a tree branch to air dry.

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"What you don't wanna do, is turn your back on a dragon!" Carloa looked up from his chicken wing, blinking at his instructor. "Why?" He asked, though, he already knew the answer. "See this here kid?" Carloa leaned closer, eyes widening. "This here is a Night Furies tail-fin. You go after the wings and tails. A downed dragon, is a dead dragon..."

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Carloa got up immediately, he had to find Altostratus, and get out of here. He couldn't think of a great excuse. "I–uh–I'm going to bed. S–see you tomorrow guys!" He took off, leaving his half eaten drumstick on the table, and disappeared into the gathering darkness.

"That was...Weird?" Lexis spoke up, her blue eyes full of suspicion. "Nah, that sounds like normal Carloa, remember the supposed "Storm Fury" he caught?" Pigface inquired with a snicker. "Pigface...Face the fact that you aren't funny, and nobody even likes you!" Lexis shot back; huffing as she left the table. "You have no manners!" Trollark gaped. "She didn't even ask to be excused! She just left!" Pigface sighed; shoving Trollark from the bench and onto the floor. "You're such a pushover!" He sneered.

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"Today, we fight the formidable Rock Slicer! Watch the tail...And the claws!" Seth, the training instructor thundered, pulling the lever back as an armored, and spiked dragon shot from its confinement; and ran around the arena. Carloa dove to the side; panting as his heart leapt into his throat. He grit his teeth; grabbing his shield and scooting along the side; trying not to draw the creatures attention. Odin save my soul... He was parallel to the dragon; and horizontal to Trollark; whom was trembling before the dragon. Don't get yourself killed... Avoid the tail; claws; and teeth. The creatures jaws wide; it prepared to finish the boy off. gods no! You aren't going to do that! Gathering his courage; Carloa lept in front of the other boy; holding his shield against the blinding flash that followed. "Trollark? You're welcome." He sighed; moving away from Trollark; whom scooted himself backward; shivering.

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