Moon lay restlessly on her nest of precious gems and baubles within the impossible confusing network of caves she called her lair. She now had a set of Four firewater opals, of which she'd until recently believed there to be only two in existence. And Karadis. Ah yes, she couldn't forget him, now could she. Not only had she granted him his own chambers in her lair, but now it seemed they were a mated pair. The thought troubled her a little. It had happened while she was in season. She snorted. The very thought of being in season like a common animal had always angered her, but she could not fight her nature. But at least he had not tried to force her. Instead he'd tempted her with promise of power, respect, glory. things she had hungered for a long, long time. tired of elves calling her "tainted" Dragons saying she had no pride. No more. Her own family would have power and respect, and so would she. She flopped onto her back, sending a shower of small rubies to the outer edge of the cavern, and watched as flames from the next cavern's lava pools reflected crimson light through them, idly. Her tail coiled loosely around the skull of some poor beast unlucky enough to have been alive when she had been hungry, crushing it with almost no effort. Her new mate, she mused. Would he keep his word? She hoped so. She not only found him attractive, but the lure of so much power was quite tempting indeed. She had to make sure he wouldn't want to leave, now she'd found another mate. After a string of being left, she was not at all keen on the idea of of being left again. She was distracted by a pitiful bleating. She'd forgotten the goat she'd brought back as a late snack. She rose to taloned feet, and moved swiftly. The goat probably never felt a thing, seeing as it's head, with attached spine were now dangling like some demented toy from her talons. She dropped the head, and tore into the soft, lifeless body, oblivious to the carnage. Blood never bothered her. She bit through sinew, and guzzled the organs with glee. Kidneys, heart and liver, warm and delicious...Lungs were not bad either. But she especially loved the softer organs, soft and slick. She shivered in delight, and after some time, was sated. She stood over the carcass, mostly fur and bones, really, and lifted it. She walked out of her nest chamber, through the lava pools. The carcass was tossed in and she went in search of Karadis, still blood covered. Perhaps he would be interested in licking it off of her....

Worn and satisfied, she coiled around Karadis languidly. Eyes half lidded, pupils dialated in the dim light. She stretched, arching her back, and relaxed again. suddenly she caught it, faint, almost inperceptable. The scent of another creature. she sniffed again, pupils becoming slits of black against a dull crimson. But she thought No, it is the smell of a kill, nothing more. But she smelled no blood, other the the goat blood on his breath, and that was because of her. She frowned slightly, and pushed the thought from her mind. Besides, the scent she smelled was definitely masculine. Surely he wouldn't be so dissatisfied already. No. she refused to think it. She was paranoid, irrational. she lay back again and forced her body to relax, but her tail kept twitching as she forcibly thought of other things, though in the back of her mind, doubt nibbled at her.

After twelve hours of having isolated herself in the main nesting chamber of her lair, the result was three pale cream colored eggs. These she would guard until they hatched, never leaving the nest. For the next few days she would need neither food or drink as she had gorged herself silly. after that she would Depend on her mate to bring her food for the next week or so....until the eggs hatched.

Yes, all things had a dark, destructive side. Bob was no stranger to darkness. Bob was very well connected to the terror the dark could bring and natural born killers would always attract him in the strangest ways he could not explain really. It made no difference, he was here for the dragon, the monster the dragon could have been, and could still be. Moon was a wonderful creature from what he seen. All the dragons had the potential to be the Lords of the Realm they were meant to exist as, but they had been dulled into a minor footnote of history. Only seen as peaceful and worst of all too human to tell the difference between the two of them.

The abyss knew just about everything there was to know location wise, but he was always far too busy to actually go to these places and visit. He would change that, starting right now. He stood at the entrance of the lair and decided not to brave the traps that were sure to await him in there. He was not worried about his health or personal well being. He just did not want to waste a perfectly, and most likely deadly trap. He would save that for the idiot who would venture in uninvited next time.

Instead Bob would use his considerable psychic powers to reach out to the mind of the dragon. He could break through the mental walls of any God or devil alike, this was a gift he seldom used. He did not care what people thought of him and if they had something important and useful to say to him, they could be brave and say it to his face. Or at the very least behind his back. The important thing to him is that it was said.

"Moon, I sense your nature as well as I sense the power behind it. Perhaps you would listen to a true monster and together we could speak, however briefly, and understand each other." Bob often talked to himself and to nothing at all this was one of those times. Supervillains often did this, and like most of them he did answer his own questions better than anybody else ever seemed to. But on occassion innocent souls could out wit him and show him the logic failure of his own thought process.

He began.

::Moon, I hope you can hear my voice. Do not be alarmed and I apologize for my intrusion. Even I am better than this but I assumed this is better than randomly showing up in your chambers and try to explain myself like a moron would do. I have felt your power, your darkness. I could be cliche and try and persuade you into my services for an acceptable price. No, I should not do that. Instead I have a bit of a more interesting deal for you. Should your darkness grow and you need a direction and a need for more power and a purpose, let me know and we can make some sort of....deal. Even though I know who you are, and I think I know what you stand for. I know better than most that everything living changes, will you change for the stronger and better. If you decide it is time, contact me. If power and domination is not your game yet. Just give it time. Anything is possible now Moon...anything.::

His mental voice was calm and tried to be convincing as it could have ever been in person. The darkness was rising and it was time to become something stronger, every living creature had potential if working for him. Bob was many things, but above all and fore most. He was the bad guy of this story.

she was disturbed and disgruntled by the voice, Bob..whatever he called himself she cared not one whit. She chose to ignore him as he was rude enough to intrude whether physical or not. She decided to completely ignore the incident and went about her usual routine. She then settled down to spend some quality time with her beloved mate, while of course keeping an ever watchful eye on her soon to be brood.

Unexpected and uninvited, she had to do something about this. She had appeared behind Bob and risked her life by doing this, but she had to.

"Dad, I know you can do better than this than to deal with these silly lizards, you have better things to do and I will remind you of them one way or another."

She had taken him and teleported the both of them out of the area to locations unknown.

She lay in the dark next to her mate a long while when a sound caught her attention in the dark...faint sounds from within the eggs...it would not be long until they would hatch. She sighed contentedly and snuggled closer to her mate.

She left the nest, and the eggs with her mate, knowing they would be perfectly well protected. She stepped out of the lair, standing only a moment in the mouth of the cave before leaping into the air and stretching her wings for the first time in a little more than a week. She closed her eyes delighting in the rush of cold air that greeted her, caressing every scale on her body with it's icy fingers. She flew lazily, letting the air currents do most of the work for her. Within fifteen minutes or so she came upon a snowy field that in past months had been a pasture. It was time too look sharp. Draconic eyes slitted as she searched the ground below for what she wanted...and there it was. A barn. A large one at that. That meant whatever livestock had been in the pasture before, was now housed here...ripe for her taking. She furled her wings halfway and dove, landing on the structure's roof, then smashed a hole in it. The animals inside; which happened to be sheep, panicked. The chaos was beautiful. She stuck her head through the hole in the roof, and gorged on the fattened stupid animals inside, then becoming more selective turned her attention to a pen of animals that had been seperated..young ewes and their lambs. She grabbed three young lambs in her maw and ripped them away from their silly bleating dams, and absconded with them into the sky. She headed for her lair with the helpless animals dangling from her jaws. They would be perfect for her hatchlings, and she knew they'd be arriving very soon. As an afterthought she swooped low and ransacked a barn for hay to keep the things alive until her young were ready to eat them. She went home to wait a bit longer, putting the "baby food" in a cavern just off the nesting chamber with the hay and some water. They would keep until the hatching.

The day had finally come, the eggs rocked violently in the nest. The sound of chirruping and scratching within growing louder. Within the hour cracks appeared in the shells. Moon watched with Karadis, momentarily distracted from what she'd learned of her own daughter wishing him dead. She allowed the hatching to occupy her mind, as well she might. The first egg rolled a little way within the hollow of the mound of precious stones, fetching up against a large sapphire which helped in cracking the tough shell further. Soon a snout, followed closely by the rest of the head came breaking out, tumbling clumsily over claws tail and head. A male, green with silver along his back ridge and tail. There were wings as well, it seemed the only feature easily recognizable as a trait from his mother. The second egg was in close time with the third, both were rapidly cracking, bits of shell falling away. About the same time both youngling went sprawling tail over snout landing on each other in a cute tangled heap of baby. Two females, one had the silver coloring of her mother all over, the other was silver with green along her spine and tail. Both were winged. All in all the three babies looked mostly like their father, unsurprisingly since both parents had strong reptillian features. However the blood lines were there, and when they grew older they would likely be able to command the skills of their heritage. Moon Snatched one of the sheep she'd been saving it died with hardly enough time to bleat. Chewing a chunk of it to a bloody pulpy mass, she spit this into the nest for the newly arrived hatchlings. she knew they would be hungry. Proudly she Looked at her mate. "They need names.."

She smiled watching her children with their sire, playing as children do. "Fine name, mah luv, fine names."yelping as Thalia nipped her tail with strength one so young would not be expected to possess. She smiled and detached her daughter from her tail setting her instead on the other lamb that had been brought into the lair for them to eat. She was proud. "Oh, Karadis, luv, ah fergot tae tell ye, our son set th' inn on fire th' other eve...'e were playin' wit' th' embers in th' 'earth an' managed tae ignite th' curtains.." Chuckling. "twere funny as 'ell." She settled back to watch her brood who had now cornered the lamb, making strikes at it. the thing was bleating pitifully and bloodied up from the belly down. Soon it would either expire of it's wounds or one of the younglings would rip something vital out. She watched indulgently, knowing this was how they would learn to become hunters later on. At that moment, Sessisiris grabbed the animal's nose clamping down impressively untill the lamb collapsed. He'd suffocated it to death. Moon smiled more as Jainisa and Thalia joined him in gorging on the soft underbelly. "Hah...they will be fine hunters indeed..."