Prompt: Not really a prompt, just a random idea I got
Rating: T
Treasure
Loud monstrous roars echoed throughout the rich valley surrounded by mountains. Two beasts of legend, feared by mankind, were clashing over territory. Dragons; large, muscular, scaled, fire-breathing, lizard-like beasts with deadly claws and enormous wings; were the most dangerous creatures to ever exist. And the most territorial.
This battle consisted of an old dragon and a young one. The young dragon, slightly smaller than the elder, was large and muscular with black scales covering its body and sharp horns protruding from its head. He was younger, yes, but he was healthier and stronger than his older enemy. He was the one defending his land. It was good land. Many mountains to build a nest on, a lush valley with a large river… plenty of food. The elder dragon, a large green beast with broken horns and many scars, wanted his land. He may be older and weaker, but he was more experienced… and that made him dangerous.
They fought ferociously. Claws and tails swung left and right, maws filled with sharp teeth gnashed and gnawed, fire was spat all over the place. The area around their battle was full of toppled, burnt trees. The ground was torn apart by large claws and bodies.
The young dragon was holding his ground, despite the elder having the advantage. Most dragons would have admitted defeat by now and abandoned their land. He was young and healthy, after all, he could always find more land. But he refused to give up. His treasure was in this land, and he would protect his treasure with his life, if need be. He would not let this newcomer have his precious treasure!
The elder dragon finally gave up. The younger one refused to back down, and the elder was losing his stamina. He had taken many brutal injuries from the young dragon, and he could not afford to take more, unlike the younger one who could handle such injuries in his youth. With an angry roar, the elder took to the skies and fled. He needed to find some place to lick his wounds… and then he would move on.
The young dragon was victorious. He was injured and weakened, but he had defended his land and his treasure. With a roar of victory, he returned to his nest. Landing outside of his nest, a large cave in the mountains, he transformed from his battle form back into his base form.
Dragons looked a lot like humans in their base forms, with only a few obvious differences. Namely, they kept their wings, though they shrank to match their new size. A few scales also covered some parts of their bodies, and the males retained their sharp teeth.
This dragon, in his base form, was a tall and very muscular male. He had long, wild black hair that flowed down his back, between his black wings. Black and dark gray scales lined the edges of his hair and showed in patches around his shoulders and ribs. He was heavily pierced in his face, with silver studs in his chin, nose, ears, and eyebrows. Crimson eyes and sharp teeth completed his dangerous look.
He retained his injuries in his base form. Bruises and scratches covered him, and there was a deep gash on his shoulder that was still bleeding. That shoulder would be healing for a while, but at least he could still hunt and defend his land. He had more important things to worry about, anyways. He needed to make sure his treasure was safe.
The dragon hurried into his nest, letting out a loud growl to alert anyone inside the nest of his presence. As soon as he reached the main cavern, a small female dragon ran into his arms, holding him tightly as she cried in relief. He returned the embrace as he looked her over.
Female dragons looked more like humans than males did, especially when they were young… young females did not even have wings. This female was young, indeed… just barely sexually mature, in fact. She was short in her base form and quite small in her battle form, as well. Wavy blue hair framed her heart-shaped face, and tear-filled hazel eyes stared up at the male dragon. Small blue and white scales were along her hairline and neck, and he knew of more around her waist beneath her white dress she was wearing. The white dress was flowing, and it bunched around her stomach a bit to show that she was heavily pregnant.
This was the male's mate… and she was expecting. This was why he fought so hard to defend his land. This female… she was his treasure.
I wrote this in, like, ten minutes right after I woke up. That's how sudden this idea came to me. I know it's not smutty or anything, but I thought it was cute. Hope you guys enjoyed it!
Thanks for reading!
-Nerdy12
