Screams of pain rang through the castle as the invaders delved into their violent tendencies. Crimson covered the marble floors as innocent servants were slaughtered. The knights had been long overthrown and very few remained, only left to be broken and tortured to the amusement of the savage warriors that now stalked the halls of the once proud castle. The town around the castle, was littered with bodies and began to stink of malice. 
	A golden carriage moved slowly, its body shining as two large horses pulled it. Their bodies covered in sweat and their muscles clearly strained as they brought the carriage over bodies to the castle. It came to a halt and a warrior walked around, opening the door to let a woman out. She stepped out and looked around, a paw hit her hip immediately as she scrunched her nose. 
	"You’d think such a proud kingdom would have a better castle….” Her eyes ran over the structure. She wore tight leather pants with mid thigh boots. Her black corset contrasted sharply with her pale blue fur. Around her arms wrapped a long thin shawl that hung down to her hips, it was a silver-ish color and swayed with each step. Dark blue hair fur was pulled back into a circlet of silver and revealed a swirl of birthmarks across her forehead.
	“Welcome to your new castle, m’lady.” The warrior said, his head bent awkwardly in the helmet as he bowed low. She strolled past him, unamused by his attempt to bow in his seemingly too tight armor. She made her way up the stairs and into the castle. She seemed unaffected by the mass of bodies about her as she headed to the throne room. As she entered, she was greeted to a surprise; the lone ruler of this kingdom laid on the ground. He wasn’t fully dead, but the knife in his side revealed that he was close to death. 
	She stalked around him, a sword just out of reach from his paw and his crown knocked away. She tsked and picked up the sword, he lifted himself slightly, but could bring himself to go no more.
“The people….will...never bow….to a tyrant….” He growled as he tried to lift himself. She laughed and stooped down. She sat on the ball of her feet and looked at him.
	“You were so handsome..” She cupped his bloody cheek and stroked it, “We could have ruled together..happy….” She narrowed her eyes before forcing his muzzle into the ground. He groaned, unable to say anything else as two of her men came in.
“You two! Cut his wings off, He is nothing of a dragon.” She turned, her tail swaying as she took a seat on the throne. “You may have been born a prince,” she sighed as the men stalked towards his body. They laughed, each taking a wing and holding his body still under their heavy boots. “But today…” Their swords lifted and he struggled. “You die a Jest-” 

	“NO!!!” Jest sat up quickly, screaming out in pain and misery as he immediately sunk his muzzle into his paws. The door to his bedroom swung open as Migraine stepped in, a wooden bat in his hand.
“What’s wrong!?” Migraine looked around predatorily before realizing what was going on. He sat the bat down and went to Jest’s side. He scooped the smaller male into his arms and held him. “Jest..it was only a nightmare….” he stroked Jest’s hair fur and tried to smile reassuringly. Jest nodded and hid his face in Migraine’s chest. “I know Kanda usually stays up with you...so let’s go watch some tv..okay?” He kept stroking his friend’s hair.
“Migraine….”
“Yes?” He looked down as Jest lifted his head.
“Are my wings there?” he whispered, horror in his voice as he asked. Migraine just pulled jest close and rubbed his back, rubbing the scars he had always known his friend to have.

			“Not all dragons need wings, Jest.”