Three green and blue eggs sat in the nest. Each one worth a large fortune in the market. each close to hatching. It had been a couple weeks since her last meal. Vinsue stayed in her true form still recovering from laying the eggs. her lover she assumes is dead and soon she as well may be for she was still to week to leave the cave and hunt. Even if she could leave she would not leave the eggs unprotected. She would not let them go through what she went through.

she had raped herself around the eggs and laid down asleep. Her bones showed her lack of food. She knew she was on her own but she hoped some one or thing may help her. The glow from the eggs was the only light in the dark cave.

There was the sound of someone stumbling in the dark of the cave, and a sound of pain as the person got up from her fall. "Ouch…I think I've finally lost them." Gale turned to look outside the entrance, checking if the wild beasts which had been pursuing her were still there. It was strange that they had stopped following once she was in sight of the cave. Was it due to a fear of darkness? Ever thankful for the respite from being chased, she sat down and leaned against the cave wall. It was then that she noticed a faint light from within, coming from a small pile situated near the center. Were those stones? They were blue and green, reminiscent of peacock feathers. She had never seen glowing stones before. As she got up and came closer she saw they were sitting in a bed of grass and straw, and by chance looked up. Her mouth widened as she held her breath, for above the stones she realized were eggs was a large dragon.

Her body froze as her mind went blank. She tried to back away but her legs wouldn't move, leaving her staring up at the beast in reverential fear and wonder. She tried to speak, but no words came out. It was as if she had been made mute and petrified upon seeing it. The dream-walker understood why the beasts had left her alone now. It was because the cave belonged to something big, something powerful.

Vinsue had not awoken when the intruder came for her hunger, pain, and lack of sleep have driven her into a deeper sleep. one of the eggs started to wiggle about and its glow lowered a bit. the other two stayed the same. the dragon had not move. In her dream she was being taunted by dear each just out of her grasp. she laid down ready to give up.

Time seemed to freeze as she stood stock still, waiting for the beast to open its eyes. When it did not, her body relaxed and she exhaled slowly. She was thankful to the stars that she would not have to face an angry mother defending her children. However, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness she saw how gaunt the dragon looked. Empathizing with its plight, she thought it best to help it as meager as her abilities were. They both were tired and hungry, and for the time being–were not enemies. The dream-walker wondered why there was only one dragon, instead of two. Birds would have the parents search for food while keeping watch over the nest, so why wouldn't dragons be the same? She didn't think more about it though, and left the safety of the cave to forage.

She knew little of the plants here, having lived her life among people. The most she knew about wilderness survival was hunting animals and learning to see which fruits were safe to eat. She gathered as many berries as she could find, and brought them back. They wouldn't be enough for such a large creature like a dragon, so she went to hunt for food. While outside, she encountered the wolves again, but this time she didn't run away. She did not wish to cause bloodshed, but she had to eat and so did the beast whose home she was residing in at the moment. With swift slashes and strikes from her katars, the wolves were felled. She prayed over the corpses, thanking the heavens for their provision and wishing their spirits a safe journey into the great beyond. With difficulty she brought the wolves' carcasses back and started a fire using her power over flame. A pile of kindling and tinder was all she needed to make a primitive campfire, and her katars served as makeshift carving implements to cut the fur and gristle away from the meat. She had remembered seeing how a woman in the Highlands had cleaned an animal in preparation for cooking, and followed what she had seen to the best of her memory. As the meat cooked over the fire she waited, soon drifting off to sleep.

In the world of dreams, she found herself in what looked like a forest. The trees looked similar to those she had passed outside the cave in the waking world, and deer were running past her. She wondered why they didn't seem afraid, when she saw the same dragon from before in a clearing attempting to chase after the leaping does and bucks. Although it possessed powerful wings and sinews, it always missed catching the deer. Was this the dream of the dragon? It was rare for her to enter the dreams of those around her unintentionally. Being ever vigilant, she approached the owner of the dream and waved. She did not know how it would react. Maybe it would think she too was part of the dream around them.

She looked at the two legged that had approached her. She sat up with a growl as she seen the girl had weapons. she stopped and turned as a dear got a good bit closer than the rest. she quickly leaned over and bit into it. it turned to dust in her jowls. the weather changed to a storm. she looked around tell she saw her other. a light brown dragon with a glowing blue streak down his back. two leggeds surrounded him and started throwing a net over him as he fought agent it his wing tore. Vinsue jumped up and tried to attack but she was unnoticed and they where untouched by her. once she realized he was now dead she spread her wings and tried to fly off just to be ensnared herself. the men turned and started attacking her.

She awoke. and in doing so she almost fell from her perch. she looked down to see the egg ok than she saw the fire and the woman. she climbed down and laid herself over the eggs and watched the woman.

While Gale was still drifting within the reaches of slumber, the meat was cooking over the fire. The rest of the wolf carcasses she had yet to clean were sitting nearby, the smell of blood hanging in the air. The dream-walker laid breathing and dreaming, as the dragon had awakened. As she had watched the dream unfold, she thought about what she had seen. Was this related to the dragon by the nest? It was likely, as dreams always held a grain of truth within their images. The second dragon she saw must have been the first one's mate. The dragon with light brown scales had been snared by people, or had not returned after a long period of time. The turbulence of the environment signified anxiety, uncertainty, and worry. These were easy to discern with her experience. 

What she was sure of was the white dragon was alone, and had been alone for a while. With no one to hunt while the other kept the eggs warm, protecting the offspring was its foremost priority. When the dream dissipated, she was back to wandering the realm of dreams by herself again. The smell of food wafted by her nostrils and drew her from her reverie. Opening her eyes, she rubbed them and went to check if the meat was done. It was then she saw she was being watched, and took care not to make any sudden movements. She looked at the meat and then at the dragon. She motioned with her hand towards the food, as if asking if it would like to eat with her.

She slowly watched the girl for a bit. She looked around before moving closer slowly she grabbed the wolf in her jaws than backed up. She ripped it apart before eating part of it. the other part she placed in the nest for the young that would soon hatch. She than rapped around the nest and looked back at the girl. she tilted her head in question.

a squeak came from the nest and she turned her head to look. the eggs grew bright with the effort they where using to get out and would die down when they rested. Seeing they where fine she again turned to the girl and watched her.

Darkhor would walk out when it was still bright out struggling to see what was in front of him. He had wandered further than he would usually and he too was tired and knew almost nothing about the wilds other than to hunt down swallowing large animals whole. The Drakkollis only followed his own instincts which seemed to know what to do and how to survive out in the wilds.

Sniffing the air a scent of many things caught his sensitive nostrils, picking apart each of which smell a few caught more of his own interests. He picked up a scent trail along in the forest but stopped when the smell of cooking food wafted and followed it then thought to himself, "If there is food cooking then there must be someone nearby. A person, a humanoid of sorts but I cannot tell if he or she or of how many there are or of that if they are hostile, neutral or even friendly."

The Drakkollis, the half faerie half dragon would bump and fall over often as he moved about. Then finally after a few miles traveling he happened upon what he saw was a cave. A rather large cave and chittered happily at most feeling more at home and much safer to be at. He slinked inside within the cave entrance and having been practically blinded out in the open which now was getting dark.

His eyes had to adjust which in a few minutes he was able to see in the dark which was so easy to see around. Darkhor made more chittering and soft hissing sounds prowling about the cave. The Drakkollis as it came in closer a fire with a wolf carcass cooking, a woman and a large dragon with her eggs which glowed. With his skeletal and frail looking body he slowly approached his dragon like wings spreading out to his sides as if in a defensive posture then it struck him.

This dragon here seemed to be familiar but he couldn't figure out why it was. His eyes glowed a bright blue though pupiless and his skull like face he kept hidden from them. He was somewhat afraid that he would be attacked suddenly but even though he was trying to keep as silent as possible a chirp left his mouth echoing and his eyes widened as he stiffened in fear. He was about ready to puff up like a puffer fish to defend himself from any possible hostility.

The Drakkollis felt his eyes start to water trying to fight the instinct to puff up into a defensive ball of spines and curled his long thin bony tail unfurling it trapped in the anticipation of what could possibly happen to him now. Darkhor’s breathing now felt restricted and was completely stock still and hoped that they didn’t notice him at all, hoping that his black and dark grey skin would blend in with the darker areas of the cave.

He watched as the white dragon had turned to the wolf offered to her. The dragon took it, ripped it apart and ate the pieces of meat before wrapping itself around the eggs from which he heard squeaks from inside the nest. Then came to the realization that the dragon was thin and seemed hungry.

He saw it was obviously a mother of those eggs as he tell immediately that it was female by his sense of smell. He waited still and now almost lost the fear of being seen, curiosity made the Drakkollis want to see the eggs hatch. The thought made Darkhor happy and excited somewhat but the fact that he was a stranger to them could affect their behavior towards them. His only hope at this very moment was that there would be no hostility.

Gale watched the white dragon eat, pleased that it still had the strength to do so. That was a good thing. As long as it could eat, then it surely would recover. She remembered how worried she had been back home when one of the pigeons she had fed routinely wasn't eating as much. After bringing it to her teacher, he discovered it had caught some dried brambles in its feathers, and once the barbs were removed it was in good health again. It was then she heard footsteps from behind. Turning to look, she saw a dark, towering figure enter the cave entrance. Its arrival was followed by strange chirping noises. She couldn't see the figure's form very clearly, but she stared at it unblinking for a long time. Not because she was afraid, but because she was trying to focus her eyes to see what she was looking at. The new presence in the cave seemed thin as well, and Gale wondered if it was hungry too.

Smelling a bit of char coming from the fire, she remembered that meat had been cooking and pulled the pieces off quickly. Careful not to drop them she fanned them with a light breeze to help them cool faster. Setting them down to wait for when they were cooled enough to eat safely, she looked at the third being again expectantly. She knew not if they understood or spoke a common language, so she did not assume. If the person was hungry, she was willing to share.

The one egg was not glowing as bright as the rest witch worried her a bit. when she looked back at the girl she noticed she was looking else where. she than caught the new smell. part dragon and male but not her mate. she whet defensive in seconds standing to her full height and wings half open. she let out a low growl as she looked at the newcomer.

she had felt she had met him before but she could not remember where. "state your reason for entering." she stated. she was still weak but she could seam strong long enough to scare a threat. but she felt shaky and knew she would not be able to stand long. the girl was no threat to her but a part dragon was and by nature one should not enter another den for territorial reasons in the least. and with her eggs she would be a good bit ore protective. She eventually backed back up beside her eggs so if her legs gave she would still be near them.