Snippet #1883508

The Great Dragon lay curled about the eggs, his body forming a circle around them and his wings folded over them. From his closed eyes and heavy breathing one could tell that the massive creature was sleeping, though every sense was, in reality, almost as alert as they would be were he awake.

Suddenly, the beast's eyes flew open, and he jerked his head up as if someone had prodded him awake. They were coming. They were coming now. He could feel it, a thrumming sense of nowness in the back of his mind and all through his body.

Pulling himself to his feet, he stretched his wide wingspan of over 60 feet, still not touching the walls of the huge room he slept in, and glanced around, slit shaped pupils flickering from one area of the cave to another. The rooms were prepared; he had felt a tiny urging a few days ago that told him it would be soon. Not so soon as this, no, but soon. Curving his neck to glance back at the nest of eggs, he gave a slow, dragonish smile. The eggs were ready; they were always ready.

Now all there was left to do was wait.... And with that thought, he moved to the entrance of his home and crouched in a comfortable sitting position. The Two-legs would be here any hour, and he would be ready for them.