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Emquenje lay, his legs folded beneath him, his wing-arms resting on his back, his tail flat to the ground, at the edge of the compound at Nidus Otykaii. Without moving he watched the inhabitants as they lived out their day. Most of the residents had a purpouse; some were bringing Ainoth her meals and, around midmorning, carried rakes into the sands in order to groom them until the bell for lunch was rung; he watched as others performed similar general maintenance tasks. It was not what they were doing that he watched, however. It was who was doing it and, sometimes, why. To Duridoss the only purpose, the only function of this place was to feed her and, when the time came, house her eggs. It was never her concern that those eggs might infect these people, that her children might destroy their lives and give them months of work to repair the damage just to the facilities.

That potential was why he watched them. So that he would know, were one of them to die or be permanently injured, exactly what it would mean to this place, this community. And with a flight so filled with hate, he had no doubt that the hatching would be no different.

Duridoss had told Tahroath that she would not let his blood defile her; the reality, Emquenje thought, was that she would have defiled him. But Emquenje knew he was among the few who saw it as such, if not the only one.

Otykaii had been so eager for another clutching mother that Emquenje did not think they had truly considered the consequences of housing a reproducing xenodragoness, let alone her offprsing. Perhaps they had, perhaps he was slighting their leaders by thinking as such. But, all the same, he believed it his duty to warn them.

Do you need me to find you sssome piesse of assss for you to toy with? Duridoss stalked up to and around him. She hissed as she spoke. Or isss it that we need to find a dick for you to sssuck, inssenssse sssome life into your worthlessss glowing hide?

The xenodragoness haunted the grass around him as she circled; it writhed and was mauled beneath her. What makess you to sssit here all day and enjoy it? She snapped her third jaw at him. You won’t even defend yourssself! Are you sso ssstupid that you don’t even know what I’m sssaying to you? Do you have a ssspine? She paused, crouching, in front and to his left; she stood in front of him, roaring, her teeth less than an inch from his nose. Are you even male? Or did ssssomeone geld you like a dog?

Her roar subsided to a low hiss.

Xeno, you have horrible breath. Go rinse out your mouth. Emquenje stood and launched into the air. His shadow chased him to his rooms.

Wusss. She stalked in the shadows to find another soul to torment.

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