10.Jan.21, 01:48 PM
Madelan could feel his eyes drift closed and a deep feeling of exhaustion swelling inside him. The need to curl around the egg in the hot sand was palpable and he jerked his hand away. He didn't like that. Didn't like the idea that a dragonet could take some much control of him, could lull his mind into thoughtlessness enough to actually fall asleep without conscious thought. His movement was slow and languid, the sense of sleepiness still lingering as he moved away. "Fuck that," he muttered as he left that egg to find another.
He found one, in the center of a small batch and laid his hand against the side. This one better be a little less able to control him.
Egg #40
He found one, in the center of a small batch and laid his hand against the side. This one better be a little less able to control him.
Egg #40