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Lair intruder
🕑 Added 2020-11-07 15:25:09 +0000 UTCNot even one step into the familiar confines of her cavern, and Asharya froze. Her relaxed posture shifted, head drawing back, wings falling at her sides for extra leverage to augment her possible leap on her unsuspecting foe. Above the curtain of thick, humid miasma of fresh rain mixed with older, stagnant heat seeped into numerous pelts cushioning her nest hung a richer smell. A foreign one.
That of a male.
Her eyes yet to adjust to the darkness of her cave, Asharya’s lips tensed into an instinctive snarl. Although the musty scent of soaked wyvern masked it somewhat, Asharya still discerned the unmistakable musk that oozed from his nether regions, bearing the stiff, tangy trace of loneliness. Whoever he was, this male’s member must have been more than halfway out, leaking droplets of strong-scented precum into a nest embellished with the very odor that drew him here.
That realization relaxed her lips, allowing them to fall over her sharp, menacing fangs. The arch of her back lessened, wings falling closer to her sides, tail swishing behind her in wide, intrigued arcs. As the final clouds dispersed, stark moonlight peered into the mouth of her lair, basking the huddled form of the newcomer in an icy, enchanting aura.
This wasn’t a wyvern, but little more than a whelp, his breaths so steady and even she could settle next to him and join him in pleasant slumber without rousing him to awareness. He had his wings tight about him to blanket the pebbly scales of his flanks from the sharp bite of cool breeze, and kept his tail curled as far as it allowed to clutch the tip in his paw. Asharya often did that herself, finding it quite effective in kneading at a textured surface to help distract herself to sleep.
Unlike the fan of spikes lining the back of her jaw, this one sported a webbing colored not too dissimilar from some of the grapes humans grew, a lush burgundy present on the webbing of his wings as well. His horns stood downright unimpressive compared to hers, ridged and stubby, barely bigger than the dark grey spikes protecting the scruff of his neck from life-threatening bites.
Intrigued rather than offended with his trespass given the circumstances of her visit, Asharya snuck her tail tip through the mouth of her cave, prodding at his neck. The light touch earned her nothing but a flinch. The second, more persistent attempt was met with a wave of his wing that attempted to brush that pestering nudge away, and at the third, the male shifted and groaned, his lazy tail making it only halfway in her direction before it embraced his belly a second time.
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Asharya(c) is my character
Tawyr belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tastywyrm/
Art done by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/godzi15/
