Everything starts somewhere, right? This story starts with an egg. Obviously. It's just a regular, old, large egg... When will it hatch? Nobody knows. Not many care... All that's around it is cold, hard, dirty stone. Heat approaches, emanating from an extremely tall scaly Dragon.
"Why must I be the one to raise it?" They thunder at a smaller, more feminine Dragon, they have various markings on their scales, and seem to be more... Civilised. 'He dares to call his child an it?', they thought. "They are not an it! They are your child!" She booms back at him.
"It will always be an it, until IT hatches!" He roars, outraged by his mates back-talk. "If I am truly meant to raise it, then it will be an it! You do not command me!" He Thundered.
'This overconfident brute.' She thought. "Stop trying to be the Dominant male before I shove it up-....", she was interrupted by a soft tapping sound, almost unheard during their argument. "You dare to threaten me! I will not allow it, take the egg and go!" He boomed, furious. 'How dare she expect me to look after such a measly pest and leech, and then proceed to threaten me!'
She threw her mate a furious death stare, and then trotted toward the egg, her long talons scratching and leaving marks on the stone. She laid down near the egg and used her tail to curl carefully around it, being careful that her tail-blade didn't harm or affect the egg. She chuffed and heated her body to a pleasant warmth, not as overbearing as her mates.
"You are a foolish father, you know that? You aren't even providing the proper care for them! How are they to stay warm while you are getting food?" She glared at him, she noticed he had not lifted a claw to check their eggs safety, at all, believing that his violent reputation would quell the thought from the possible offenders mind.
This would work for their weaker enemies, however, it would be considered a challenge by the very enemies he struggles with, in order to protect his territory and pride.
She scaled him up, he seemed very Dominant at the moment, but even so, his largest enemies would think of it as a joke. 'They'd barge right past him for the egg and he'd flip out at them, lash out and battle them in the den, endangering their egg even more', she thought.
"Stop glaring and get the food." He said coldly, staring her down.
'And leave you to destroy what we spent three aching months to prepare?' She thought darkly. "No, you can hunt. I'm not leaving our egg in any more danger than it already is." She said bluntly.
"Are you implying something?" He asks, furious, yet curious.
"Get going before I leave them with you to care for alone." She added, making him rethink how cold he thought his mate could be as he started leaving, unfurling his large, leathery wings for flight.
Meanwhile, inside the egg, all the little Dragon huddled inside heard was muffled arguments and was trying to move it's small limbs in the confining space.