Bramblepoint Failure to Finding Joy

i rolled a partial attack & partial defense so that leaves drogon with: 4 points of health for round two? if...i did it right? lol

Perhaps, in any other circumstance, if Drogon would not have lived the life of a vagabond as he has he would have already been well versed on the “birds and bees” but he had been stolen from his parents and any semblance of a “normal” life and none of his companions ever broached upon the subject but the tundrian thinks that it was hardly any sort of concern: not when they had bigger things to worry about: like food and shelter for the night. He wasn’t in any sort of danger of making babies any time soon so it likely wasn’t an overly pressing concern for any of the parties involved. His curiosity, now, however is simply natural. He’s already entered the stage of noticing females in a very different way than he had before: his thoughts flicker to Wraen and Hydra specifically. Neither couldn’t be more different than the other but Hydra’s the out of his league girl that he can’t help but gravitate to because they are similar and Wraen well, she’s sweet and was his first kiss and he likes that he feels like he can protect her.

Drogon’s ears pivot atop his skull as Howl talks about intercourse and sex. These words mean little to Drogon. They are just words without meaning. They are words that describe what happens after wooing, according to Howl but Drogon’s clueless to the process. “Ok but what the fuck is sex?” The boy can’t help his frustration because he still feels given vague answers and if he wants specifics then he’s got to ask. Drogon’s beginning to learn that he’s not a fan of vague answers: when he wants information he wants all of it in detail and he wants it now; and accordingly, he’s begun to discover that he doesn’t have very many boundaries as to how far he’ll go to get the answers he seeks ( which is not exactly a good thing ).

Howl rushes for him and Drogon is able to partially defend the attack: the older male’s teeth just clip his shoulder and the tundrian counterattacks: jaws parted for the older male’s front left leg, hoping to grab ahold of it and pull him off balance to get him down to the dirt.