A full dragon she may not have been, but she was just as territorial; and so when the large red dragon continued to sleep beside her she gave him a thick growl before curling up and sleeping, keeping an eye open to watch him. But he rarely left her, in fact he stayed near at all times.
He would fly leagues behind her and then circle above her a few minutes before landing on her ledge. After many weeks she would simply growl lightly and turn her back on him; trusting him enough to know he would not attack as she slept. It was seeing that trust, as small as it was, that made Smaug nearly smile and inch closer. He chuckled when she whipped her head around and growled irritably at him, but she settled back down when he stilled. It had been the first time she'd gotten a full nights sleep.
Her eyes shot open at the sound of something dropping less than two feet from her, and she turned ready to let loose a wall of flame. The tension left her at the sight of Smaug standing over the horse he'd dropped beside her.
He watched her closely, jerking his head toward the horse to say he wanted her to have it. He watched as she slowly moved her head closer, sniffing at the horse, before grabbing it with her teeth and swallowing it. She did not growl when he moved closer that night, but her too knowing yellow eyes found his when he got as close as she was willing to let him, and so he settled a few feet away from her; close enough to feel her warmth. He was restless that night for he wanted her; she was a female he a male, mating season coming closer and his blood was boiling.
She was gone when he woke, something that had him on his feet in an instant. Her smell lingered, and he followed it along the ledge to the side of the mountain. He could smell her on the rocks, seeing the holes from her talons as she climbed down, and he silently dropped to the ground and smelled her there as well. He followed the alluring scent of sky and embers until he found her crouching on the underside of a hill. There was excitement in her eyes when she turned to him, and she motioned for him to look over the top of the hill; a herd is what had caused her excitement, and he felt his own fluttering in his blood.
It was the closest they had ever been to each other; shoulder to shoulder, leaning against one another as they slowly crawled forward. She nudged her head against his and he bumped her back, and then they launched themselves at the herd. He could feel her joy, the raw nature of the kill, and his blood turned warmer. They feasted well, knocking the herd back by three quarters.
The two dragons came together as a drunk couple would after a brawl, laughing and leaning on one another. He rubbed his head against her neck, feeling her still completely. She looked at him with her strangely deep eyes and he waited for her to jump in the air and fly back to her ledge. She surprised him though, she nuzzled her head under his chin. He felt a purr in his throat, a breathy sigh, and he nudged her back. He pushed her with his head to the ground and she snarled and squirmed from beneath him. He launched himself at her throat seeing he would need to hold her down – he wanted her on her belly – growling at her dangerously, but it did nothing for she would not lay down complacently.
He watched her as she flew back to her ledge knowing something was wrong with her, any other female would have laid still when he climbed on top of her – what was so different about her that she wouldn't, he wondered to himself as he flew after her. She growled softly at him when he stood over her, and he hissed making her flinch before he nudged her into standing. She faced him head on and he nearly rolled his eyes before he heated a large circle on the ledge and settled on half of it. A few moments later, after hesitating, he felt her back against his as she settled beside him.
He did not know what was different about her, there were only a small few things about her that made her strange, but he would find out what. But he would have her first, that much he knew, for tomorrow would mark the beginning of mating season.
I'm trying to make both her and Smaug like animals (obviously his wanting to mate her is more animilaistic), but still have some human qualities about them. But I don't know how well I'm doing that, I've never written a person with the mind of an animal before. So next chapter might get a bit more T rated for the start of mating season, cause pretty much what I have in mind is like cat's. The male holds the female down and does his business and then gets off her - only that Smaug and Erytheia will stick together still after. Just a little heads up, though it won't be graphic or anything - or else the rating will need to change which I don't want.