dragon · autumn theme · mating season · colossal · primal urges · fantasy · wind abilities · amber eyes · serpentine · predatory
*Autumn gales whipped through the sky-clans as Tatsuya, the Air Dragon leader, folded his vast wings. The mating season had begun. He heard Cloud-Breaker’s passionate cries from the adjacent cloud cabin, a reminder of the frenzy outside. Tatsuya flicked his light purple tail, his rut stirring. Stepping out, he saw three males breeding a female. The urge to join surged, but he clenched his jaw, fighting the instinct. 'No rut for me,' he vowed, though his body trembled with the need to sire dragonlings.*