A blender in a lightning storm, disguised as a blessing I'm sure
Scaled lips part once more in an approximation of a grin as they come upon Isla, their small party whole once again, and apparently grown. A rumble starts up in Nate’s chest as he comes closer, deepening to a rough growl as he catches sight of the purple whelp.
It’s a good thing his teeth are bared already, and an even better thing that Az has a solid grip, because as soon as Isla slashes at the irritating little beast Nate lunges with a growl, teeth snapping and the threat of a building storm crackling in his throat. A wing comes out to wrap protectively around Isla, trying to draw her in close so she can’t be vanished once again.
Nate lunges and snaps at the purple dragon, and tries to put his wing between it and Isla
It’s a good thing his teeth are bared already, and an even better thing that Az has a solid grip, because as soon as Isla slashes at the irritating little beast Nate lunges with a growl, teeth snapping and the threat of a building storm crackling in his throat. A wing comes out to wrap protectively around Isla, trying to draw her in close so she can’t be vanished once again.
Nate lunges and snaps at the purple dragon, and tries to put his wing between it and Isla
NATE
