Sleeping Dragon Feathers

At first she seemed appeased. Her delicate fur danced on an invisible breeze and the Omega caught its movements with dull eyes. And then he realised that he had chosen his words incorrectly.

Storm watched her bristle, and within a breath she was twice the size to his eyes. If she had been commanding before, now she was terrifying. Storm whined again and his legs trembled. His body crumpled willingly beneath him as he angled himself to show her his belly, droplets of urine trickling slowly along the matted fur adorning his back legs. Panic and genuine fear flooded through him and pushed the words eagerly from his mouth in stuttering syllables of despair "I c-c-c-can c-c-collect f-feathers and d-d-down for your d-d-den..." a wild eye roved along the nearby landscape, praying that Heda would come to his rescue. But Heda didn't come. "For y-y-your babes, for D-Drageda."

He had no idea whether she was planning on having puppies, but he hoped that the mention of offspring would gentle any female's heart. Plus, for once he was telling the truth - it was all he could think of. Heartbeats thudded a stattaco in his chest and Storm squeezed his eyes shut, waiting.


Perhaps this was what hell felt like.