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━━ ˟ ⊰ * ˖・゚ Struggling to contain the rising anger in their chest, Onaga perused the damage done to their precious keepsake. A final parting gift from Varanus, who had been deceased for several moons now. The item was sacred and sentimental to them and now it was in tatters. Of course repairing it would be swift and without burden but that was far from the point…Millikan should have never had his hands on the item to begin with. Most important of all, he should have never entered their study unsupervised. He knew better than that as he had been told more than once.
❝ I have warned you, time and time again have I not!? ❞ They all but screamed the words and lifted him easily off the ground. In the midst of their rage and heartbreak the dragon failed to account for the tears currently filling their eyes, threatening to spill over at any given moment. ❝ You are not to enter these chambers and you are certainly not permitted to gnaw and chew on my personal belongings! ❞
Their next actions transpired so quickly that even they struggled to understand them. The arm holding Millikan was thrown backwards, sending the young tark soaring through the air and crashing onto a nearby lounging sofa. Onaga followed soon after, eyes burning with an intense rage. ❝ Look at what you have done! Desecrated the final gift left to me by your own grandfather! Are you proud now, satisfied now!? ❞ The emotion grew stronger and stronger, so much so that the dragon failed to realize their tears had fallen, forming two twin streams cascading down their face.
Millikan let out whine of pure fear as he was lifted, hearing the anger in his mother voice combined with the rage in her eyes made his blood run cold. He was dead, done...might as well kiss life goodbye at this point. Then he noticed wetness in her eyes, was she....crying? On top of fear he was confused, lost as to what was happening. Before his little mind could process a response he was sent flying through the air, flailing wildly as he flew and crashed into a sofa. The sofa fell over as he collided with the back, tumbling across the floor.
He scrambled on all fours, his golden eyes wide as he saw Onaga stalking towards him. Her words sounding like a garbled mess as his brain was rattling around in his head from the throw. “Wha...Mama...Im sorry.” he whines, barely getting the words out as scurried backwards like mutt with its tail tucked between legs. He was confused as to what he did wrong and scared to death.












