14.May.14, 10:14 PM
Wydrith didn't get long to decide on her next move- her own inexperience showed, in giving the males too much time to regroup. She bellowed in startled fury as Vleyth's claws caught at her tail, jerking it free. Ichor flowed from the spots where sharp claws had grasped at their golden prize. The injury, though relatively minor, proved distracting enough that a smart male could recognize the hesitation in Wydrith's flight and move to take advantage of the opportunity in time.
As Vleyth did.
Wydrith's alarm and indignation over her injury faded fast in favor of more urgent desires as the older bronze moved to secure his hard-won catch. On the ground, where Peorray had rounded on J'tir when Wydrith had been hurt, the aggression melted out of her stance as through it had never been, and she let herself be drawn back toward her bed to find a human outlet for their dragons' reflected passions.
As Vleyth did.
Wydrith's alarm and indignation over her injury faded fast in favor of more urgent desires as the older bronze moved to secure his hard-won catch. On the ground, where Peorray had rounded on J'tir when Wydrith had been hurt, the aggression melted out of her stance as through it had never been, and she let herself be drawn back toward her bed to find a human outlet for their dragons' reflected passions.