" I see no problem in betting on the winner, Reaper. After all, we are likely to be the nicest Black dragon parents around." Slygotha laughed.
" We ought to get a reward for taking such good care of our little ones. Alas, however, we may be the last of the blacks, so ensuring their survival is the most important. There is no harm in a little sport, so long as they don't kill each other. And I already told them I would not tolerate wing maiming. I say, let them fight as much as they want, after all, they are male anyways."
Reaper frowned in thought and nodded, "Perhaps our strange natures are why we have successfully survived to be in this modern world." He then chuckled deeply at her last statement and looked to thier battling wyrmlings. "That they are, my love. For males are primitive beasties, but sometimes..." He said with humor as he looked to Nevitha, before continuing, " a female is of their elk." He then focused upon his mate. "But add to that cunning and maternal viciousness, and you have a truly formidable foe and my perfect mate." Reaper replied softly to Slygotha with a serpentine smile.
