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Uhhhhhh... *blushes and scuttles to write*
HOLY cow I go to sleep and war happens, and it's not even a war on bad grammar?! :D
*hyperventilates into paper bag* I'm good man. I'm good.
"OVER MY DEAD BODY, EGGTHIEF!"

Was a single shrieking thought resonating through the minds of everyone in the room as Ashwing pounced and landed in front of the woman, her tiny jaws wide and soft, dull claws at the ready in an attempt to at least look threatening. How dare she? How dare she treat one of her unborn cousins like a property to be claimed! Or worse yet, a hostage! How would she feel seeing a child of her own kind being taken away?

From the corner of her vision, she could see the biggest hatchling blocking the way out. At the very least it looked like one of them would stand with her. Instinctively her eye ridges dropped a little and her tail swayed from side to side to indicate happiness with his decision. Hopefully that would be enough to get the egg safely on the ground again. If not, she would... she would...

Guard the other eggs, she recalled her chosen one's wish. And all Divine help her, she would to her last breath.
if she stayed with them for two long.


*screams in agony*
I think I'll pass for now, sorry. I'll keep subbed, maybe join later.
@Ceta de Cloyes There's a [hider][/hider] tag for a reason! D:
At first, Ashwing didn't want to separate form Alph. While she was flattered in his trust in her, at least for the next week there would be little she could do if the other humans decided to try what a dragon tastes like. When the thought came upon the eggs though, sometyhign stirred in her.

"I will for as long as I am able."

Slithering off of his shoulders and making a grab for his belt to slow her fall, the dragoness landed on the dusty ground and walked over to the remaining eggs before curling over them protectively like their mother would. Looking up at the humans, her expression was defiant as if meaning to tell them not to touch.

"... Come back soon."

She telegraphed over. She picked Alphonse for an eternal companion, and frankly didn't entirely like the people he was leaving her with. Not interested too much in the humans, she spared a look to the other dragons in the room. Big. Big. Huge! she thought as her eyes ticked from Kolysakr through Onam to finally coming to rest on Damascus. The picture filled her with inexplicable rage. She was easily the tiniest.

She hissed when a new voice could be heard, both out of surprise and because she saw one of the males cowering behind her. Worthless.
The not listening to orders persisted at least =D
Displeased with the look one of the humans was giving the other eggs, Ashwing decided to watch him closely. There was a wave after wave of worry or fear radiating from her own bond. She was having trouble putting her thoguhts into words now that she hatched. Feeling the thoughts of the world and actually seeing any small part of it were different things, and the hatchling was still being overwhelmedby her newfound senses. The light coming form the stairwell that promised to hurt her eyes once they left the room they were in. The foul sweaty smell of several of the humans that torn on her nostrils. And also, the tirednes of her too long unused muscles now having to hold on to Alph rather than her small body resting against the shell of the egg.

However, she wanted to quell the uncertain feelings of her bond, so she focused her preoccupied mind to form a coherent thought.

"Death solves all problems. No man, no problem. Throw some of your garments to a nearby river. If the villagers believe you drowned, those who would wish you harm will have harder time finding you."

"I'm hungry."

She shared, her little tummy growling more angrily than any roar she could muster at this age to signify which one of her messages had higher priority.

She didn't commune with those who handled their eggs, and now she was regretting it. Perhaps they would have given her clues as to what to do. But alas, until her for now frail body gained some strength, she was to her unending frustration dependable on the human.
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