Strange Tidings
Thrymja fussed over the hatchling's few small cuts, licking at him with her flat tongue until he was forced to shoo her off or risk stinking of canid spittle for the rest of his life.
Kobold Krafts (on your day off)
Go play with your hatchlings! mean bird." a smile let the gryphon know she wasn't really offended… terribly… before yelz pushed off her friend with a gentle kick and hauled her soggy tail out of the pool with a grunt.
King of The Kobolds: Prologue part 2: A Mother's Blessing
Ragnorak awoke to the sound of multiple high pitched shrieks. He immediately sprung up and grabbed hold of his knife, quickly he sprinted towards the back of the cave to locate the shrieks. As he returned to the area he noticed it wasn't as dark as it...
Forest Keep 7
She rushes to her hatchlings side to see the male she boasts of and instead finds a nasty sticky human.
With These Broken Wings: Chapter 8
"yes, back to your mate and hatchlings." thronnos dipped his head a bit in approval. "a likely looking pair of drakes, as well. heard fine reports from them."
A newfound Ally
"last night, ymithia went to pick ymerc up at the hatchling's den.
My Life as a Dragon Slave 8
Someone who can love you back and care for you and your hatchlings. real love." he mumbled something but i could have sworn he said 'like you.' i didn't know if that is what he said but i suddenly felt a raise in my heartbeat.
Learning Curves
It was just as well that the trip took so long, for the Hatchling had plenty of time to mull over his potential name. Many options presented themselves, only to be discounted when he gently probed the Huntress' wisdom on such matters. He became...
Forest Keep 9
\*w-we need them to feed hatchlings\*, stammered cill as she slowly stroked his back, her paws sliding over the smooth skin, pressing a little harder this time. "have you had hatchlings before?"
Pictures In The Snow ( A DitD Christmas Story - A Writer's Portrait )
After all, apologies could be embarrassing to hatchlings. the coyote licked his finger pads to try and clean the blue-mask marking the dark scales of her face.
Slag ND7 : Zombie Bite
He sat down in front of his main computer, "computer give me the odds of the hatchlings survival for if i announced their existence and vowed to protect them and if i did nothing." "acknowledged!" an electronic voice said.
Part 2: His Bloody Face
The dunmer then came before the cages with weapons in hand and once they asserted dominance over the caged hatchlings, took them out and manacled their wrists in irons. when it came the hatchling's turn, he shivered as the cold metal touched his scales.