He could smell it from here. That noxious, toxic smell. Its individual notes were organic in nature, but the overall mixture was so horrific that it could only be, at least in the judgement of Spyro’s band of friends, a dark magic. The first, second, and fourth purveyor of dark magic Riptor had gone quiet, and the back channels he used were still as the water, but he could still be underneath it. Festering, gaining power. Waiting.

They could only get cursory knowledge of this cell. The “Faternity”, it called itself. It did not come across immediately as a Riptor enclave, but it still warranted a look. They had apparently been dealing with a lot of ancient magick’s, so ancient it was spelled with a ‘k’, tapping into natural powers and potions long forgotten to time. It was Spyro whose keen investigation brought up the important curiosity of the membership: All dragons.

Hunter had found the cavern first. The smell made it easy to pick out, of course, especially for a trained tracker like him. Though, he was unable to come along with Spyro, in part because of Spyro being able to blend in with dragons, but more importantly because Hunter thought he would drop dead if he got any closer to that stench.

Spyro pushed closer to the cavern. Nobody was waiting for him. His vigilant eyes scanned the forest and the lake, seeing nobody on either end. His studied perception gave him no likely ambushes. He was most likely unexpected. The question now was;

Should he go in?


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Felt it was time for another WG Sequence, and this time featuring Spyro the Dragon. This one is going to be much more... Adult than some of the past sequences, so if you see pages missing, check the SFW Filter

Art & Concept done by me.

Story done once again by  shadowofdreams