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The curse continues! By the wicked-sick  intricatevision . A pillar of flame erupts from Tiktaalik's maw as the helm begins to fuse to scale and bone...

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Cries of… battle, fading… white… spots, spotty spots… stars, ha… hahaha…
Tik was... was running, running into the woods. Delirious giggling now, dislocated...

'...n-no, my Clan needs me!'

There’s a dull thump against the blankness. Like thumping on a leather drum. From where? Somewhere. Everywhere.

Thump. Thump. Th-

The world wooshes back as Tiktaalik splutters a gout of choking smoke and ash; he sucks in precious air, drinks it down; the galaxy of speckles snuffles out. The twinkling night sky diffuses diffidently in like snow, arm-in-arm with the fist-sized ache in his ribs.

Quivering fingers grope for the helm. 'C-check again... just... just once more, must... must be a mistake... dumb Tik, such a suck-head, just fell off I bet, dropped my nice helmet in the mud like a stupid-'

The panicking little warrior, not quite a whole kobold anymore, succumbs to ague. Quakes to his knees at the confluence of ice and fire. He doesn't hear the icy voice nipping at his mind.

(Relax...) he relaxes.

'G-great A-ancients... it’s cold...'

Was it so cold just a minute ago? He cringes at the prickling iciness that makes his head throb, k... kinda cold like the first time it'd made his skull prickle...

He lists, suddenly weak. Drops to his hands, as though begging in supplication to some god. Any god.

The face stares back through the puddle. It copies when Tik rubs his eyes, rubs its own. Bloodshot.

'Weird. Weird, huh,' he clinically thinks. Prognosis: Weird.

Like the distant thoughts, the shouts of his friends and the demonic lights arching like serpents, lashing at the heavens from behind the mountains, it’s all so far away…

So weird. All so weird. The dragon in the puddle touches its horns, but Tik feels the sensation in his head. It’s like…

The dragon swallows. His twin brother, Draselth, was furious he wouldn’t take it off, ever suspicious he was of the she-drake's treachery. But he had to be wrong. He… no, surely she wouldn’t… there must be a reason, it must be some mistake...

Red pennants, fluttering...

He clenches his eyes. Might as well try to force out the memory like an unhatchedling clings to the moist warm, tries to force out the cold siren song beckoning from the other side of the shell.

Lava down his spine, spilling into his lungs. The burning… painful beyond belief, churning…

He'd grabbed Aliz’s hand and ran, yelping for the rest to follow. But the blistering pressure was too much, and through watering eyes he'd turned to sneer at the egg-sucking scum who'd tried to… w-wanted to hurt his clan. 'I... I'll kill ‘em,' he'd bitterly vowed. Stop and face them, long enough to let his Clan escape. ...peel the skin from their squealing, loathsome faces. A tide of jaundiced bile, like flotsam, fills his mouth; Tik's gentle heart recoils at the thoughts of such alien violence.

His head had throbbed, like… the green youth would later flush at the thought. 'No, surely not like… that…' he'd later think, but it did.

Tik had stopped. Had pushed his friends, begging them to keep running.
“I’ll be FIIIIIIIIIIIII-” he'd roared. Heavenly relief as they bathe in the fire, even as he'd felt he'd gag on the plasma, desperate to turn from the viscous shapes of the candles that danced in the flame. G-gods... candles don’t scream...

Head thrashing the memory away, the purple figure shudders again with a raggedy wheeze. No, the noble drake... Felnuvek never meant for that to happen, or… b-but...

...it saved the Clan, right…? Did… it was for the best, right…?

Still on his knees, coughing. He leans into a tree, squinting through the trembling woods. Aliz - sensible, caring Liz - sees him hiding amongst the trees and ventures over, from the clearing. S-she'd know what to do...