Asura and Xavida slowly ventured home after the great haul. Almost treating the assessment without care, wrapped around each other.
Their wings thrashed through the air, sending them booming towards their camp.
'She seems to have calmed down since the battle, but her alternate state is very volatile to things she hates.' Asura thought back to the small rat that appeared during her last mood.
Xavida then used her vanishing dragon's breath to melt the rat and the entire area to ensure they were all dead...
Yet when she returned to her usual self, she became sweeter and more loving. Now half asleep while hugging his chest tight, her drool dribbling down Asura's robe.
'The base seems to be strange. It feels like someone has been here. But the barrier isn't broken.'
Asura grasped Xavida's soft buttocks, making sure she didn't fall.
