"You know me so well, my love. I feared for a moment, that you thought the lines were blurred." Reaper replied softly. He was honored that Slygotha and himself shared such a loving bound. The pure depth of emotions he saw reflected deep within her eyes, only served to strengthened and validated him on so many levels. He knew with utmost certain, a bond is strong as theirs was a fluke with their kind. But he also knew something else, it was the very essence of his life now. Especially in these modern times, where their world habitats had shrunk around them. Where the human hoard had dominated ever corner of this planet. They'd found a secret to surviving here. A certain safety in numbers, where there was an uncertain future for those who ventured out make it all alone. He looked down upon their sweet wyrmlings. Only to realize, he'd be thinking of something else, way in the back of his mind. A thought he hadn't even realized had taken root, until their young started hatching. They would not be hunted in Anstopfia and they would not have to hide. But would that be a welcome change? He looks back to his mate in quiet speculation. Or were they too old to learn a new way?
" Is something troubling you, my love?" Asked Slygotha. She lowered her head and raised her snout inquisitively. She saw Reaper was lost in deep thought.
Another egg began to crack, a snout poking tentatively out the side. Slygotha watched eagerly, not wanting to help it until it finished hatching. She wanted them to be good, strong dragons, and hatching was their first trial. Her heart jumped as she slimy little wyrmling widened the gap in its egg carefully, then popped its head out with trepidation.
