Prometheus nodded and heaved himself to his feet. Well, best to inspect it to make sure it's suitable for purpose...
Which, luckily, it was.
Of course, Prometheus didn't really get to put it to the test until several weeks later, almost a month, in fact. The egg developed a little slowly, for a dragon at least, and as the days went by Prometheus felt more sluggish, hungrier and heavier. He didn't show like most creatures did, but he certainly felt like he did with how aware he was of the egg's weight. It was almost discomforting, but Prometheus supposed compared to how an Amaurotine's pregnancy would've gone before they, ah, streamlined it... a dragon's was very smooth.
Still, when it came to actually laying it...
With unfertilised eggs, they were rather small, and after several years of it, Prometheus had perfected the correct angle of his squat to pretty much squeeze them out with minimal effort and thought. As this egg was considerably larger and heavier, Prometheus found that when the cramping pressure first hit him, his usual 'egg squat', as he called it, hadn't... felt comfortable at all.
Which led to his current predicament: anxious pacing of his nest, enduring the discomforting spasms of, well, contractions, really, with Hades and Hythlodaeus in attendance while he tried to figure out the best position to do this. As the midwife, Hythlodaeus was very calm... enough so that he had simply pulled up a chair and was reading a book, seemingly unconcerned about everything. Of course, he had devoured any and all literature on a dragon's reproductive cycle, so no doubt Hythlodaeus felt this was all very normal.
"Of course this couldn't be easy," Prometheus grumbled, pausing again to squat, his tail lifting high as he leant his weight forwards. Urgh, no, didn't feel right. He straightened up and paced a few times, the movement helping to ease the cramps somewhat.
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Which, luckily, it was.
Of course, Prometheus didn't really get to put it to the test until several weeks later, almost a month, in fact. The egg developed a little slowly, for a dragon at least, and as the days went by Prometheus felt more sluggish, hungrier and heavier. He didn't show like most creatures did, but he certainly felt like he did with how aware he was of the egg's weight. It was almost discomforting, but Prometheus supposed compared to how an Amaurotine's pregnancy would've gone before they, ah, streamlined it... a dragon's was very smooth.
Still, when it came to actually laying it...
With unfertilised eggs, they were rather small, and after several years of it, Prometheus had perfected the correct angle of his squat to pretty much squeeze them out with minimal effort and thought. As this egg was considerably larger and heavier, Prometheus found that when the cramping pressure first hit him, his usual 'egg squat', as he called it, hadn't... felt comfortable at all.
Which led to his current predicament: anxious pacing of his nest, enduring the discomforting spasms of, well, contractions, really, with Hades and Hythlodaeus in attendance while he tried to figure out the best position to do this. As the midwife, Hythlodaeus was very calm... enough so that he had simply pulled up a chair and was reading a book, seemingly unconcerned about everything. Of course, he had devoured any and all literature on a dragon's reproductive cycle, so no doubt Hythlodaeus felt this was all very normal.
"Of course this couldn't be easy," Prometheus grumbled, pausing again to squat, his tail lifting high as he leant his weight forwards. Urgh, no, didn't feel right. He straightened up and paced a few times, the movement helping to ease the cramps somewhat.