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Let Sleeping Dragons Lie (Low Res)
🕑 Added 2016-11-01 14:31:41 +0000 UTC I was immensely gratified to see that my recruitment posters for the Corps had done their job and enticed hundreds of young men to join up, and try their luck with the nubile aviators I had drawn. Their numbers were sorely needed to fill out the ranks of the dragons' ground and air crews, which had been dwindling before the war, what with the fearsome reputations of dragons and the high casualty rates in the Corps (there were even widespread rumors linking the two-- that dragons were liable to eat crew members when hungry). Many of these hopeful young men, however, soon found their ardor diminished by the sight of the multi-tonne dragons and their protectiveness towards their crew, and became very shy to approach the very women they had enlisted to pursue.Their fear was unjustified, however, as far from being sexually protective of their crew, dragons saw their crew breeding as a particular form of "wealth" and status. They were often heard boasting of the beauty of their female crew, hoping that the swelling in the recruits' groins would soon lead to a swelling in the ranks of their crew. Likewise, in the matter of actual mating, dragons often resembled nothing more than pushy would-be grandparents not-so-subtly encouraging a young couple to grant them grandchildren. Thus, the greatest threat to a would-be paramour was not so much to be engulfed by a dragon, as be embarrassed by one.
One night around the campfire, while trying to sleep, I overheard the booming "whispers" of Captain Alyxandra "Lyx" Moraine's dragon, Tarane, and Ravenscroft's Aurelius:
Tarane: Oy, Livingston, what are you doing with my captain? We're lifting off at 0500 and I don't want to hear any more complaining about--
Aurelius: Quiet, you! Can't you see they're making an egg?
Tarane: Oh! An egg! And about time, too! Ooh, ooh! Captain Moraine, can you make me a girl egg?
Aurelius: She can't do that.
Tarane: What do you mean, she can't? Young Livingston seems to be up for it, although his mast seems to be drooping, so to speak--
Aurelius: I mean, she can't choose the sex of the egg like we can, just by regulating our incubation temperature... they leave it up to chance.
Tarane: Well that's a right stupid way to do things, imagine-- hey! Oy, Livingston, just where do you think you're going? Livingston! Take those trousers off at once, get back in there and do your duty, good sir! LIVINGSTON!
*This pic was brought to you by a $50 tier Patron! He picked out the look of the aviator, her name and her dragon's name, and had approval on the scenario. Many thanks to him! (He can take credit in the comments if he wishes)
