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Yroth gave a low, rumbling growl and rose to her full height, towering over her and spreading her wings out until they touched both sides of the room. She then glanced around before turning back towards her. “Speak quickly, demon. How did you know my name?”
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Phaedra looked up at her once-friend before sighing and resting her head on the pillow. “I don’t… know. I don’t know why I’m like this. I’m not sure why I’m his daughter now. It’s probably because of that stupid spell they called me to this place with.”
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Yroth stared at her, turning her head from side to side. “Do you expect me to truly believe this… story?”
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He stood a little more at attention, though his eyes were now flicking around a little wildly. Good, she hoped. “Yes, ma’am.”
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Phaedra nodded before reaching out to shove him away from the doorway. “Then I trust I won’t need to repeat myself.” Before he could object she opened the door and slid back inside, slamming it shut behind herself before all but collapsing against it. She didn’t have the mental energy for this. Not to mention now she was certain her father would hear about her yelling at Yroth. She just--
Phaedra let out a startled bleating shriek when she looked up. Yroth’s head was only a few feet from her, glaring down at her with a fierce rage only an annoyed dragon could wield.
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Yroth stared down at her for a few moments before, mercifully, she began to shrink down to a far, far more manageable size. She still towered over her, however. “No, there is not,” Yroth said. “I know not how you have this information, but this? It’s just what I would expect of the Wolf. I am no fool and I will not be made one by the likes of you, sheep.”
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Yroth gave a light snort.
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But Yroth stopped, mere inches from her, glaring intently. “Do you truly believe you are Medon?”
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Yroth, however, just stared at her. Then, very slowly, she began to shrink down even further and rise up on two legs. Eventually, she stood over her in a bipedal form, her body covered in thin, red scales. Her eyes glowed with a golden light, the most obvious indicator that she was more than just a large kobold. Aside from the wings, of course. “Medon?”
Phaedra blinked a few times before her cheeks turned red. “You’re… you’re kidding, right? Is that it? Me geeking out over getting a bunch of collectible necklaces? That’s what makes you believe me? I wasn’t that bad, was I?”
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Yroth slowly reached out a hand towards her before pulling it back. “No. I am not falling for one of your tricks. I do not understand what game you’re playing at, but I won’t fall for it.”
Phaedra gave a soft sigh and wondered if it was a dragon thing, an Ascended Dragon thing or just natural that Yroth was always so stubborn. “Fine, it’s all a trick.”
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A loud booming filled the room when something pounded on the door. There was only one person she knew who could knock like that. Her father. She looked to Yroth, then down at the chains on the ground.
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Before Yroth could object, Phaedra jumped to her hooves and grabbed the blankets. She yanked them off before tossing them on the somewhat manageably sized dragon, then shoved her back to where the chains had been. She cringed at the thump made when they hit the ground, but any concern was quickly washed away when the dragon began to growl.
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Phaedra stayed on top of her, trying to think of what magic she knew that could keep a dragon quiet and still for a little bit. “Just please calm down for a second before--”
The door exploded and all of the air seemed to leave the room in an instance. An icy cold chill filled the room and dust hung in the air. Phaedra trembled, mercifully grateful that Yroth had, at least, stopped struggling. Small miracle it was, she’d happily take it.
The Wolf stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowed on her and making her heart nearly stop. Try as she might, she couldn’t even breathe. All she could do was look up at him and quiver while he looked around the room.
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