I have lost my ability and focus to write, and am trying to get it back by writing vague chapters. Quick and clean. Enjoy.
Terror. Nothing but terror filled the dragoness' heart as she fled from the protective stone lair that had once been a haven. Until recently, however, the cave had been turned into a death trap.
The ground seemed to shake as the bull persued her, yoke and shell smearing his jowls. She was running as fast as she could with a sole egg in her talons, stride fatigued as she moved on hind legs.
The black wrym snapped his jaws at her tail, just out of his striking canines. The red draconis' hind legs were burning and aching, though she would not allow this threat to kill her offspring-possibly the last.
The cliff was her salvation. She needed to reach the earthen slab, or she and her last child would die. She could not allow that. She could not allow the last of her family to die. This egg was all she had, that she had harbored in her womb for months, that she had felt grow, that she had guarded out of love.
Her legs ached, each stride lasting an eternity as her muscles threatened to give. She could feel the shadow of the shaded bull block out the sun, and his breaths were deep and swift, juxtaposing her swift and shallow wind.
Approaching the cliff, her leg muscles tensed as her wings outstretched, readying for swift flight. Reaching the edge, her tired legs gave one last attempt to flee, jumping into the sky as the bull snapped at her tail. Her wings gave a powerful stroke that perpelled her towards the skies, the black drake over judging his strike as he stumbled over the cliff, the earth breaking underneath his talons. The scarlet wyrm looked back to see the bull roar as he plummeted.
The scarlet female flew as fast as she could, hind legs going limp as she cradled her egg close to her chest. Looking at the precious egg, pure crystals began to well within her eyes. All those months of carrying part of her love within her, nurturing the fragile life and protecting them...all gone. Of all eight of their children, only one yet lived. And even then, the mother knew not the fate of her mate.
By chance, her clouded orbs caught sight of a golden hue amongst the rock and leaves. Her heart skipped a beat in terror, in happiness, in sorrow as she neared, gaining a better view.
It was her mate, yet she felt a cold terror rush through her body as she saw that he moved not, and much of the soil was stained with a crimson hue. In urgency, yet fear, the female made her decent, landing upon the ground as her hind legs failed to support her, and she fell. She would have nearly crushed her egg had she not fallen on her side. Legs burning, she found she did not have the strength to rise.
In truth, part of her did not want to join her mate, to find out the truth-no matter how horrid. She did not know whether he still drew breath, and the very thought made her heart clench in pain, for he may have been in pain as well.
Slowly, carefully she crawled to him, red orbs glued upon him, yet he made no movement, and his breath seemed still. She looked upon him, her eyes clouding in terror as she gently nuzzled him, and found him cold.
Her head snapped back in alarm. Cold? Her mate was never cold. In distress, she gently nudged against him, he not responding as she nudged him a second time, harder. He had yet to stir.
Liquid shards once again welled within the female's eyes, she resting her head upon his brow. Her mate would never see their child that both have sacrificed so much for. Her child would never know their father, whom had fought so hard to defend his family.
She clutched their egg between their bodies, one warm, the other cold-like they always did. Her tears began to roll down her face as her nostrils flared, her breath in shallow hitches. Soon, she felt a shutter underneath her, her mate's jaded eyes groggily opening.
The female lurched back, her breath frozen as her mate's body began to shutter even more, he looking upon his love in shock. He looked upon her, an eye bloodshot that had clouded his vision, his breath being withheld within his lungs.
The scarlet drake's eyes began to shine as she allowed her floodgates to fully break, lovingly nuzzling her golden mate as he mimicked her actions.
Their eyes met; red and green orbs with crystalline stars as the female pushed her body against his, the hard shell of an egg being pressed against his scales. The gold drake pulled away from his mate, looking upon the precious egg as his eyes widened.
He glanced to his mate, as if to confirm. She purred, and licked his jaw before nuzzling him, his larger paw once again resting upon her smaller one. One of their children had lived. It was unbelievable. And his love-she was alive, and held no ill will for his failure-only concern.
He looked upon their child-possibly the last, and despite being weakend from lack of blood, nuzzled his egg, and draped a wing over both child and mate. Lying in a cool of her mate's blood did not matter to the fire drake. All that matter was both he and their child were alive, and she would do anything to assure their safety. It was obvious her mate was committed to the same goal, for even though weak, and dying, he still viewed himself as the last defense for his young family. But their discomfort did not matter. Their sorrow, terror and love did not matter. All that mattered was that their last child was safe.