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Angcarch growled simply, his pity quickly going to having none for the blonde. He retracted his wing, glaring at him. Such disrespect and for a dragon. A dragon that was a terror upon the villages of men. Yet, this small creature had decided to make the mistake of insulting a dragon. His throat turned hot orange, brimming with fire. But, his attention was changed when he heard the all too familiar voice of the wyvern. He forced his fire down, simply listening to Israfel talk and act.

With this, the obsidian-scaled firedrake simply watched with curiousity. His mouth even upturned into a bemused smirk as the wyvern bit into the blonde's ankle. The way how Isra spoke made him wonder, however. Was this the one in the wyvern's cave all of those months ago? And pregnant at that! A truly novel idea came into the dragon's mind, his toothy grin growing even wider as he stared at his old flame.

"If this is whom I think it is, Israfel." He chuckled gutterly,"Wouldn't it be delightful if the brats this poor creature is carrying are yours."

He could not believe his luck with this. This was the perfect punishment, in his mind, for the percieved betrayal the wyvern commited months ago. He stood there, very curious as to what events were to unfold. He was a glutton for the misfortune of others. As a hatchling, he was very sadistic, biting and scorching his nestmates.