Nomad II gasps for air, sitting up. He felt moss under him, all around him were glowing plants. He touches one, and no harm comes. "What in…" he gets up, and stumbles down the rocks, taking a nice tumble into some water. "Great, now I'm cold as well!" He exclaims in frustration. Nomad II looks around, a bit awestruck from the beautiful cave. "Is this what's causing the cavern to double in size…?" He wonders, slowly getting up. Suddenly he’s stopped by someone in a green hoodie and grey pants, the person also wore an XD full face mask. Instantly he recognized the person as Dream XD. "STAY BACK!!!" He snarls, raising his dagger necklace, XD just stares at him, then, summons a giant blue glowing sword, causing Nomad II to hiss, XD kneels down on one leg, and presents the sword to him. Nomad II stares at XD, clearly confused, but slowly, he takes it, and as soon as he does, it becomes green, and he appears in the town square. - "Wh- huh?!" He looks around confused. Then he sees it, the statue of Talia and Nomad fighting side by side. Legend says that Nomad had came back as a kitsune to help Talia through life, then they later on died to XD. At least, that's what everyone says happened. But it didn’t make sense. XD didn’t attack Nomad II, in fact, he gave him something. When Nomad II returns to reality, he soon realises the sword he’s holding is Nomad’s… his grandpa’s sword… “I don’t deserve this! Kyle does!!...” although Kyle deserved this item more than he did, it was pretty cool to hold. Strapped to its handle, is a blood stained S.A.S. knife, Nomad II takes it, looks at it, smiles and puts it in his boot. With the sword over his shoulder, he cautiously began to journey the cavern, awestruck by its beauty. - “D- oof!!” Nomad II yips as he drops down onto a ledge, soon noticing that there’s a nest, “huh…” he slowly approaches the nest, when a Night Terror drops down and snarls at him, “-! As mom always says ‘tiny but mighty!’ I’m not gonna fight this guy” he slowly backs off, then notices, there’s a name tag on the dragon. “Huh… Darkwing…” the dragon perks up at its name. “And you know your name!” he smiles, and approaches the dragon again, patting it softly, and it lets him. Nomad II smiles then looks at the nest, counting 4 eggs, “heh, you got a small litter!” he smiles, sitting down. “When I get older, I want to have kits. This girl named Skye –my pen pal– has a crush on me. I’ve never met her because she lives in Ice Cap, but, I kinda feel the same…” he smiles, and leans back against a rock, smiling. Darkwing chirps, and curls up on his lap, suddenly, a skrill fox screech scares them both, Darkwing goes to his nest, and Nomad II runs off, running as fast as he can as a giant myriad of claws swing and slash at him. Flesh is torn from his torso, leg, cheek and foot, as well as his back and left tail. He takes a hard tumble into a hole in the ground, causing the dragon to become enraged as it claws and tears at the hole he’s in. Nomad II is able to get a good look at it for a moment. It’s half blind with a bloody scar on its right eye, its lips are torn up and cased with dried blood, it has a chipped claw and its wings are covered with holes and tears. This dragon is no skrill fox, in fact, it’s a skrill WOLF, the most violent of the species, the largest too. This one seems to be an alpha. Nomad II began to slowly accept his fate, when suddenly, something rams into the skrill wolf.
