She looked over Qibli's shoulder as if the kind librarian would be there with him. "Where'd you get this? Surely not Starflight?" She asked, seemingly flustered from the scroll's contents. Before she fully understood what she was looking at, she closed it and looked around warily. I figured you might like to try something new later." Moon gave him a curious glance, wondering just what he meant, before opening the scroll. He winked at her before responding with, "Open it up. He walked over to her and brushed his tail gently down the backside of hers, carefully intertwining the two at the tip without stabbing her with his venomous barb. "What was that for?" Moon asked, looking up at the handsome yellow dragon. She recoiled slightly as her eyes caught how close it had nearly hit her. She turned her head and instinctively lifted her talons up, catching a scroll that was flying towards her. "Hey! Catch!" Qibli's voice sounded from Moon's right. Thanks to the watchers, and the people who add my stories to their lists, and all the random readers and commenters. In terms of dragons fucking each other, anyways. I originally was just going to do four dragons, but hell, I think six is a better number. Throughout April, while I was out of inspiration to write porn and stuck between Kibli and Corill as the next requests, that eventually reached 20k. I think I actually reached it on my four-month 'anniversary' of Wattpad exactly. insanity of a chapter, thanks for 10k reads. Don't get angry if you don't like the current ships- the other three will be different.īefore I start this. Cresent," his mother said in the most gentle, soft voice he had ever heard, competing with the noisy rainforest and howling winds.Just a sneak peek, for now, because I have a life keeping me busy. He automatically knew she was someone he would look up to. He looked around the moonlight place and saw his mother. He had a small teardrop-shaped scale behind each of his eyes and was a dark purple, like Fatespeaker. Out stumbled a little dragonet, whose scales were nearly pitch-black. She glanced down at the egg nervously, as if it would explode in front of her. Fatespeaker howled in agony, but snapped out of it. The dragonet was dark, evil, darkness resided within. Fatespeaker glanced back at the silvery egg. She looked down on her unborn child, and thought of Starflight. I did not foresee that, She thought, wrapping her tail around the egg. She choked on her breath for a second when the egg turned silver. Fatespeaker eventually sat down, and looked at the pitch black egg. Two moons shone brightly in the sky while the third remained unseen. She foresaw that this would be the best place for her child to hatch. Her egg lay hidden in the foliage of the rainforest. She was beautiful.įatespeaker paced back and forth nervously. Sunny lost her breath momentarily at the sight of her daughter. She had some deep blue scales running down her sides, and her underbelly was a light yellow. Her ridge was a very faded magenta, and her eyes were a very dark green. She looked down onto her little dragonet. Whether it was her instincts, or a crazy assumption, she knew.Ĭrack! Sunny watched in awe as the shell split wide open. But it's hatching too early! Sunny checked on her egg every day, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her daughter. Two of the three moons shone brightly upon the vacant desert, as the egg shook slightly.
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It had a small crack in its dark golden shell. Sunny turned her attention back to her egg. She was afraid that he was making out with Fatespeaker instead.Ĭrack. But eventually, as time passed, she felt feelings towards the geeky Nightwing. She’d even settle for Jade Mountain Academy!Īt first, she had no feelings towards Starflight. It would hatch in the barren desert, rather than a more suitable place, such as the Scorpion Den, or the rainforest. Sunny wished that she had picked a better place to hide her egg. A gentle breeze blew across the sand, picking up a few grains and sweeping them across the desert.
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