Did Lahabrea and Elidibus lose the ability to read a room recently, Hythlodaeus wondered as the two Convocation members unwisely sauntered into the nest completely. Prometheus's growling racketed up a few more decibels, definitely becoming more threatening.
Also, they totally ignored him. Rude...
"Ah, everyone..." he tried again, "I'm not sure if you know, but dragons get extremely territorial when about to-"
Prometheus, losing patience with these intruders, finally lunged. It was sudden, alarmingly quick, and Lahabrea and Elidibus only just managed to quickly do a comical hop-skip back just in time to avoid getting body-checked by an incredibly muscular and irate dragon. A normal human would've definitely been killed on impact if that had connected (Lahabrea and Elidibus definitely would've needed to get new bodies).
"Get. Out. Of. My. Nest!" Prometheus snarled, plumes of smoke starting to wisp past his jaws, a subtle glow in the back of his throat, "I'm trying to fucking lay an egg-!"
PLOP!
Be it from Prometheus's attention being diverted and thus causing critical muscles to relax, or just the violence of the movement itself, whatever it was, it was the final, little push little Aza needed. As easy as anything, the sizeable egg was pushed out from one unconscious contraction, and landed on the soft, downy floor of the nest without much issue.
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Also, they totally ignored him. Rude...
"Ah, everyone..." he tried again, "I'm not sure if you know, but dragons get extremely territorial when about to-"
Prometheus, losing patience with these intruders, finally lunged. It was sudden, alarmingly quick, and Lahabrea and Elidibus only just managed to quickly do a comical hop-skip back just in time to avoid getting body-checked by an incredibly muscular and irate dragon. A normal human would've definitely been killed on impact if that had connected (Lahabrea and Elidibus definitely would've needed to get new bodies).
"Get. Out. Of. My. Nest!" Prometheus snarled, plumes of smoke starting to wisp past his jaws, a subtle glow in the back of his throat, "I'm trying to fucking lay an egg-!"
PLOP!
Be it from Prometheus's attention being diverted and thus causing critical muscles to relax, or just the violence of the movement itself, whatever it was, it was the final, little push little Aza needed. As easy as anything, the sizeable egg was pushed out from one unconscious contraction, and landed on the soft, downy floor of the nest without much issue.
A very long, awkward silence stretched out.