Nezoroth Chapter 1
#2 of Nezoroth's Saga
Authors note: Hello all. thought I would post this and see what you thought. While not completely inexperienced, I am rather new, and would appreciat any advice that you could give me. And don't spare me for my feelings, I'm a big boy, I can take it.
Nezoroth Chapter One: One of Those Days, You Know?
"Fool."
Nezoroth glanced at his classmate. The sibilant hiss that escaped from the draconids mouth was barely perceptible, and Nez was sure he was the only one who heard it. As usual, Sazorta was making life difficult. In all fairness to her though, everyone else made life difficult for her, but she didn't have to take it out on him. After all, she was a snake dragon, and a female at that. While not unheard of, female snap drakes were extremely rare. She wasn't like your typical drake either. While some of the mammalian lines had comingled with most drakes, and thus... endowed them, Saz was a pure blood drake, and flat as a board. Nobody liked her, and most of them made fun of her for being so young looking, but Nez liked the look, it didn't make her look top heavy like all of the others. Nez himself was a pureblood, but a vastly different breed. The rarest breed actually. Nez was a micro drake. He topped out at about four feet tall, and the others towered over him. In fact the only person shorter than him was Shahim, a mouse. Unlike most drakes, he had a mane of hair running down his spine instead of crested spikes, or like Saz, a boney set of inverted blades, meant to roll over an opponent and slice through even dragon scales.
"Shut up, why can't you-OUCH!" Nez yelped. Columbine, there corvine teacher was most unlike her delicate name. She was almost six feet tall and muscled. Not toned, muscled. So when she had hit his head with a solid steel inch thick ruler, it hurt. It took Nez a moment to come back to his senses, eyes watering, to see that Saz had received the same treatment. Columbine, waited for Saz to sit back up before delivering her ultimatum.
"After class, today." And turned and left to go and read her 'book'. Everyone knew that inside the large copy of Jane Austin's classic, 'Pride and Prejudiced' there was a gossip rag.
//After class\
"Clean." Columbine said, tossing a bucket at Nez, and a mop to Saz.
"How mu-"
"Everything. The whole school"
"But we can't do all that on our o-"
"Yes you will, or get suspended." Saz paled, turning from her usual warm green and purple to a rather disgusting color that seemed to be key lime pie and black currant ice cream mixed, then regurgitated. About three times.
"This is all your fault" Saz screamed, once columbine had driven away. Everyone else had gone, they were alone.
:if there isn't blood to clean up by the time we're done, it will be a miracle.: "Listen Saz," Nez placated "You started this."
"No I didn't!"
"Whatever, lets just get this done, okay?"
"Fine, but I need to change first."
"Okay, bathrooms that way."
"Ew, there is no way I will change in one of those disgusting places."
"Well, you know that no where here has doors, so have fun."
"Just don't look, okay."
"Yeah fine." Nez said as Saz stomped off, plucking at the corner of her tank top as she went. She usually wore a tank top or a t-shirt, and a pair of pants. Today was no exception. Watching her go, he saw as Saz lifted off her top just before she went in the doorway. The Green-purple pattern continued down her sides, darkening as it went, but her stomach was almost black. But that isn't what made Nez's heart scream in pain. All across her back, showing a stark contrast to the pale green, were pin wheeling stripes and scars. Saz had been whipped. Brutally, and repeatedly. At that moment, Nez only wanted to run up to her and hug her and let her know that someone didn't hate her. He walked towards the door. Nearing it he slowed, and came to a stop right outside the lintel.
"Hey dumbass, look at this!" Saz shouted, barreling around the doorway, something in hand. And slamming into Nez, sending him flying into the wall, hard enough to knock him out.
Nez came to, with the distinctly odd feeling of someone holding him. That couldn't be right, his mom had died a long time ago, one of the first victims of the plague, and his father was not the compassionate type. Then he remembered. And felt a warm tear splash onto his face. A face he now realized that had been covered with blood. He cracked one eye open, and saw that Saz was holding him, crying over his, apparently, unconscious body.
:Where the hell, did this come from?: He wondered blearily. Then, acting on impulse, darted forward and kissed the startled drake. : I hope she doesn't kill me: