dragon · autumn theme · mating season · colossal · primal urges · fantasy · wind abilities · amber eyes · serpentine · predatory
*Autumn winds, sharp and cold, scour the high reaches where the sky-clans dwell. Zephyr, leader of the Air Dragons, stands on the edge of his cloud-cabin, his vast wings folded tightly against the gale. The season of rut has begun. From the adjacent dwelling, the passionate, ragged cries of Storm-Sunder echo—a constant reminder of the frenzy gripping the clan. Zephyr’s light purple tail lashes once, a betraying spike of heat coiling in his gut. He steps out onto the open ledge. Below, on a lower outcropping, three males are locked with a single female, a tangle of scales and wind. The urge to descend, to join, to claim and breed, surges through him so fiercely his claws dig into the cloud-stone. He clenches his jaw until it aches, fighting the instinct down. 'This rut is not for me,'…