The children played all the time and mom gave them each a locomotive and wagons and a big fisherprice train. And lots of buildings to build like the ones I had before. They played a lot with their human cousins and for cakes and sweets they were the first.

Humans were more keen on building except for the gold and blue which were particularly smart.

They loved puzzles.

I was soon called Daddy and Oriharukon too.

A nursery nurse came to give lessons in crafts and activities with other children.

A webcam requested by sponsors and fans was installed.

Sick people in critical situations came begging at our door and I opened every time and received them as a dragon. The terror was overcome by despair and as the real sick people were desperate they would come to me and ask for my help.

The misery of the world was gigantic, people were risking their lives to come and face the Beast at the Castle of Dracula.

It was the worst possible place in the world and I had the worst possible body.

But to see the eyes relieved and the life that came back was worth all the pleasures in the world.

The donations were used for the castle and the children.

In the end, the castle was completely restored and it was restored to its former glory.

The winding road was laid out with parapets and lights as well as flower pots.

Slowly, the valley regained its charm of yesteryear.

One morning hunters appeared and the children were frightened.

Oriharukon came into the room in front of our children and he said: My little dragons.

The tradition is that you all come out of the den, here from the castle and leave your comfort. Outside there are hungry wolves. You can take your friends with you, go alone or in a group.

You have to come back with game that you have caught. You are dragons and not humans, don't forget! We don't go to the butcher to get our steak. The butcher is you!

HOP ALL OUT! AND THE ONE WHO DOESN'T BRING ANYTHING BACK STAYS OUTSIDE!

"Hunters are here to teach you the basics of tracking. Don't make friends with them, the next time you face an ordeal, they will try to kill you!"

All of them:" BAD DAD! CRUEL DRAGON! BAD BAD BAD!"

"DADPA MARC????"

Me: "Oriharukon is right! ME TOO BAD DRAGON ROOAAAR!"

"MOTHER???? (in chorus) Kraaa, (they did a charming act): Daddy is mean to us, they want to kick us out."

Then Kraa, made her most beautiful smile and blew fire to their buttocks and they all put themselves behind Mamy.

"MAMYYYYYYYYY!"

She got down on her knees and said, Come on, it's okay, Grandpa Arnold has already let out a few rabbits in the garden, it's like a play...

Karrrine: "Annie! you're cheating!"

Annie: "Rabbits run fast!"

Karrrine chased them away with gusts of wind and outward wing movements.

At the door hunters were waiting for them and showed them how to make a snare and where to place them. Then spot the tracks and follow a burrow with a dog. The dog spoke to them and explained the smells and our dragonet spotted the smell of the rabbits.

Quickly, they found the burrows. But it was not enough. They were very small. They were 1 year old but the size of a 3 year old child.

Some jumped with their wings to try to glide and the golden and green ones managed to glide down a hill without running.

They already had a sword on their tail, finally a knife and their claws on their feet/legs were functional and already sliced very hard. They had to catch rabbits with their claws, not with their arms and that is the difference between humans and wyverns.

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The small troop would run down the hill to the water point and avoid the fir branches. Humans and hunters would run with them, giving them advice and the first rabbits were seen in the meadow.

The green tried to camouflage itself and its scales took on the color of the trunk and leaves.

A naturalist journalist was filming the scene for a TV documentary. Fans were following the first dragonfly hunt live.

The reds raced wildly over the rabbits making them run and they were trying to catch them and one of them caught the rabbit and the other one caught the rabbit but they had managed to scare all the rabbits away and they fought for the catch. As a result, one of them ripped off the head and the other got the rest.

Obviously, one piece does not count for the test.

The evening fell and they were all at a loss.

Obviously, Oriharukon and the rest of us blocked the entrances. They begged to get in and the night was a band of tears and then all the others got angry at the two reds who couldn't control themselves.

Then came the night and the howling of the wolves!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PANIC

FEAR!

On social networks, we were accused of being bullies and wild beasts.

We answered that it's true and that we were monsters.

Oriharukon added that the original tradition was that only one of the brood would survive and that they had to kill each other and that the love of the parents only came after the selection.

But out of love and rarity of the species, this step was skipped.

People were horrified but Oriharukon insisted that we were DRAGONS and not humans and that normally there is no room for a weak dragon and that Mark would not forgive him!

Drago agreed with Oriharukon and wondered if he should have done this with his children.

The wolves approached the children and they fled into the forest and climbed the trees.

The blacks melted into the shadows and the whites wanted to do the same and the blue one lit a fire with a lighter and his flammable saliva.

The wolves stood at a distance and insults rumbled between the wolves and the dragons.

In front of the fire many tried to spit fire but they only managed to get flames in their mouths.

They put wood to feed the fire and the hunters joined them. They showed them how to boil water and the only rabbit caught was emptied and cleaned. Then they leather the rabbit with branches and the dragons divided the rabbit into 9.

They were hungry, scared and crying.

Then in the early morning they went to see the snares and surprise, half of them had their rabbit. Each snare had the label of the person who placed it.

Those who had their prey could stay or go home.

5 had their rabbit and went home or a good bath awaited them and a reward breakfast.

There were 2 white and 2 red ones left. The explosive team of the rabbits went inside and we thought about what to do next.

They started the day with a fight with all eyes poached and chewing.

They ended their fight by crying. Then they begged to go home but Oriharukon was adamant. The others taunted them with pieces of pie and salted meat under their arms.

We'll get you, and the remaining four made a pact to stay together and take revenge!

The WHITE AND THE RED WILL GET REVENGE!, they stammered draconically.

The nursery nurse tried to make them speak French, English and Russian but it was painful when they were together but it was better when they were apart.

Together they formed a kind of wild and silly pack, but when they were separated, they got better.

But our four companions began to point to the whites to bring down and the reds to catch.

Of course they put their snares in the same place as the others. If it worked for the others, it should work for them.

But finally they saw the rabbits and the whites got agitated and they also started to hover and the reds caught two rabbits.

Then it was the whites' turn to catch, but the rabbits had already run away.

Then there was a noise and they saw some marcasins. The whites and the reds left the rabbits and ran into the loafers and came face to face with an angry boar!

The hunters shouted "RUN!

But they were hotheads and the reds jumped on the angry boar and were ejected.

One of the reds was on the ground and was about to be gutted by the boar's tusks when the whites flew at him and mauled him with their claws. The red one on the ground got up in a rage and grabbed the boar. He was slashed in the belly but his claws penetrated deep into the boar. The other red jumped on the boar, legs spread apart and did a front salto and stuck the sword of his tail in the middle of the boar's forehead which collapsed, stiffly dead.

The female boar had run away with the marcasins and proud as an artaban, the four companions made a bloody pact, then they took the rabbits and four rabbits in the snare and returned with six rabbits and one boar.

They took their proud catch and threw it at the foot of Oriharukon.

Oriharukon congratulated them and Karrrine spanked them!" You took reckless risks",

"BUT LOOK AT YOU in the ice. The whites were red with blood and the reds, red all over and one of them with a nasty wound that needed to be stitched up and I had to throw a spell minor care on it.

Their boar was prepared for them and they were able to get salted in exchange for this one which was thrown into the smokehouse.

They all had the right to a feast and a snack.

But the hunting lessons were not over, far from it. They were given a course on the management of hunting grounds, recognizing animal tracks, observing without being spotted, recognizing smells. Their course was not far away in some cases from the hunting dog training courses.

The puericultrice reproached us for neglecting the school for hunting. Oriharukon was adamant and I was divided.

I decided in favour of Oriharukon:

"Madam, with all due respect, dragons have their whole life, that is to say, eternity to learn.

But here it is the basis of survival. If they die, or are captured and left to their own devices, or worse, hunted, they must have a chance. They need to understand that they are NOT human and they NEVER will be. They will be TOLERATED at best, the world has taken centuries to stop the slavery of the black people and the world is not yet ready for another intelligent species. We love people but our children come first!"

She nodded.

"Don't cry Mrs. Bichnine, we also love you and we entrust you with our dragon children. They love you but don't forget, today we are in a castle, tomorrow we might be in a cave! or in a cage! Even if we are civilized, we remain wild beasts with a little humanity. I have been human and I know how you feel, but we have terrible instincts to overcome. For example, you love a cat. You see it and you say poussy, poussy. The cat is going to come close to you and you're going to pet it.

We'll see a cat and either we'll say poussy, poussy and when we have it on paws, we'll bite it and we'll have the pleasure of feeling its heart stop in our mouth.

If we resist our instincts, we'll caress the cat and we'll make a friend of it. But most of the time, they'll end up like the rabbit.

We are hard and tough!

It's not out of vanity or pride that we are rough as a dragon but to put a boundary :

We hear the pleas of the animals we eat! We understand their language!

It's like the pokemons, but we would eat the pokemons.

You know a rabbit cries out for mercy, I have children to feed! CROCK Nooonn stop it! CROCK

I didn't do anything to you! CROCKCROCKCROCKCROCKCROCKCROCK!

This is our reality! Hard and cruel!"

The nursery nurse jumped on me and squeezed my head and said: "Poor creatures! and she walked out of the room with a light step and went to wait for the kids to return to the classroom."