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The rumbling growl shook the floor.

What beast could make such a noise, and what size it must have been to have the power!

Kithane had no time to be awestruck by the thought of the creature as panic flooded his veins and he let out a strangled moan tinged with fear, words were failing him now.

Whatever it was that had found him would find a willing creature before long.

The satyr knew there was mere minutes between lucid and coherent and then the change would snap him into a wild and wicked thing. He would be no more than a slave to his urges, the instinct to seek out alpha males would be his one goal for the next 5 days.

“I regret this whole day…” The young male whimpered covering his eyes with his hands- such a sorry state he was in and if his father ever found out he was close to losing control… or if he did indeed lose control he would surely never see the light of day again.

Such a protective father was Sucellos.

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As those hideous growls grew louder, it seemed that the Count had indeed followed the correct path in his maze of corridors, and soon enough was taking his last few rapid strides toward a figure he could see only in shadow from the heavy darkness of the hallway. This figure, however, he had already committed to memory.

“Kithane--” it was only a moment longer until arms were gathering the slender figure against his chest, while D’s eyes had turned to glare outward into the surrounding darkness. No matter which beast it may have been, or their reason for such an approach, the creatures of his store knew well not to question him when he interrupted their antics; it was a rarity for him to do so, and those that did not listen usually learned through a taste of their own medicine that it had been a sore mistake to go against the Count.

“I have you, Kithane..” He muttered after his mismatched gaze was allowed to lower, settling on the other’s features, “Are you hurt..?”

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D’s response reminded Kithane of how truly alone he felt, he had not met many satyrs in his life, the group D had, they were the biggest but they had each other and he was suffering but his species could be so protective and possessive over their partners and getting in between a couple was not a good idea.

Before another coherent thought could form in his mind, lips were pressed against his and a moan escaped against his will.

The coolness of D’s skin against his was heaven and he groaned hoping to deepen the kiss but being too afraid to pursue any further contact himself, feeling panicky he pulled away suddenly and found himself in flight mode.

Bolting from the bedroom he sprinted down the myriad of hallways until he was completely lost, sliding down a wall he sat head in his hands as the heat only grew worse, strangely it had been somewhat sated with D near him but only just.

“What is happening to me…” Kithane was likely not safe being away from D in this condition but he was lost now and the low rumbling growl that came from the other end of the corridor alerted him to this.

Whatever beast he had attracted sounded hungry and intrigued and the young satyr scrambled to his feet hoping that he could find an unlocked door to save him from a fate worse than death. Scanning the hallway, he was dismayed to find that not one panel was a door, so with shaking legs and tears threatening he slowly made his way back the way he came, or at least he thought it was the same way he had come.

“Oh… God D, please find me…. I’m so scared.”

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D had been about to push the kiss deeper, his nails just barely grazing the other’s hairline before he found himself almost falling through air with how suddenly Kithane had fled. He knew it had been an awful idea, and it was- in his mind -confirmed when he’d needed to catch himself on his palm and stand to straighten himself, eyes turning toward the doorway, only to discover the Satyr nowhere in sight.

The Count sighed; he had been about to begin a silent berate against himself as he lowered to sit, before that growl reached his mind in a low tremor. The one thing that very few people knew of the Count, was that he was capable of not only communicating with animals, but of hearing all those within his store. Under any normal circumstance he simply ignored it, but this growl was not the kind that he was used to hearing; it was threatening, predatory, and it’s tone was...

“Kithane?!” The Count as suddenly as that had darted from his room, following the direction he believed the growl to have come from in quick strides, one hand gathering silk robe in a tight fist as he hurried, refusing to allow himself to be slowed by something so trivial as a night robe.

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“I don’t have anyone at the moment…” There was no lie in this, the only person that could stand to be around him when he was like this was… away, gone for however long.

His father vanished for sometimes days to weeks even months and no one could call him in those moments of vanishing.

“I’m sorry for being such an inconvenience. I’d take medication if I thought it would work, surely you understand, you have satyrs here, they will have had the same issues?” Perhaps he sounded too hopeful, there was no known plant, herb, drug… nothing in the world that could stop satyrs in their heats, they were too fertile too…. Sexual.

“This is just awful, I hate this ache, it never can be satisfied until I am no longer in heat, I hate it… I can’t do anything I just lust and I hate myself.” The blond could feel himself on the verge of tears, this ache, wave after wave and this wasn’t even the start of it, oh no, this was just the build up.

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D nodded in understanding as the other spoke, it was true after all. The Count was among the mere handful that even knew of the existence of Satyr’s, and was one of even fewer that knew so much about them.

“You are correct; they however have each other. I am sorry to hear that you do not have such a person.” He replied as calmly, and as casually as he was able to given the topic. As far as D was aware, there was only one way to even make a heat manageable and he was almost certain that the other wouldn’t appreciate his boss partaking in it; there was certainly no way stop it in its tracks.

D’s thoughts, however, could be stopped in their tracks, and were when he saw the other growing more emotional the more he spoke. Rather than thinking, and in entire contradiction to his prior thoughts, he found himself acting; moving in until he was leaning against the edge of the bed with his eyes settling to meet the Satyr’s.

There was, of course, a moment of hesitation whereby his mind had nagged him to stop, telling him that this was a terrible idea, that Kithane would quit the moment their lips met. These were ignored. Instead, indigo lips pressed to swollen ones in a soft kiss with his next move, while one hand moved from the bed’s edge to slip up along the satyr’s chest to settle in the crook of his neck.

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He’d been moved to a bed when he finally woke, unfortunately he was also face to face with a very unimpressed D, he gave the man a sheepish smile, before biting his lip hoping that if apologised D would not look so furious.

“I didn’t know this would happen, it is normally like clockwork, this is not due for another 3 weeks so I don’t know why it is happening so early… I am confused and worried. If I am like this, I must be near a potential mate.” With this explanation he does his best to climb out of bed, still unsteady but better than before.

“Please, don’t be mad, I can still work today and probably tomorrow before anything full on starts. I’ll be ok this was just a minor hiccup.” Laughing nervously to the point of almost sheer panic Kithane smiles hoping he didn’t look too weak.

“Let us just get on with the day, shall we?” Although he was chirpy he was not completely sure he had convinced D of anything other than he was probably too young to be talking about potential mates, well, too young in the opinion of his father.

What did his dad know?

He was just an old man.

An old man he wished was around right now to take care of him like he always did when this happened.

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The Count gave a quizzical glance in the Satyr’s direction at the first words to be spoken when the male awoke. Rather than giving a worded reply though, he instead moved to gently guide the other back to bed after a few moments of mentally balancing the correct way to approach the other currently. When he did speak however, it was accompanied with a small smile; it seemed the other believed him to be angry, and that was not the case in the slightest.

“Rest for now, then we will discuss this further.” He began, while again he drew sheets over Kithane’s figure, catching himself as he was about to touch the other’s waist to disguise the almost-action as smoothing the covers, hoping more so that it did not cause the Satyr discomfort.

“I will not grow angered if you wish to start a week late. I can manage-- I have done so for several years, after all. Perhaps there is someone that I can call for you?” D finished, before he forced himself back by a single step, folding hands together in front of himself and giving a small tilt to his head.

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He wasn’t sure if he could stomach food but he had to keep his energy up even if he was just working stock, excellent turn of events, he’d be safe in a warehouse or stockroom.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips before he forced himself to eat something.

The pancakes were great but he couldn’t manage anything more than one and some fruit, instead he drank down his tea as a wave of nausea hit, this was not going to be a fun time, this was going to ruin any respect D had for him.

This wasn’t a full heat, not by any imagination, this was the tip of an unholy and uncomfortable iceberg.

“Stock is fine, just tell me what I need to do and I’ll go start now… if that is ok with you?” Wow Kithane, way to go with the shaky feminine voice.

After internally berating himself he offered D a bright smile hoping it would distract him from the fact Kithane was radiating heat like a little furnace.

“Do I just need to do a stock check because I know how to do that if you already have a ledger set out for this kind of thing… I’ll go now… just tell me where it is!” Panic in his voice but he tried to mask it as chirpy once again and he bit his lip hoping he just looked eager rather than in agony from denying natural urges.

“Y-you know I really hate being an animal sometimes-“ Before he could continue his legs buckled and he blacked out on the kitchen floor.

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D watched the other eat over the edge of his cup between slow mouthfuls of his own. Quite why he was watching, he would rather not think on. He passed it off as simply making certain the other was well enough to work the full day.

Just as he had been about to answer with directions to the stock rooms however, his own question was answered instead. Quickly setting down his cup and moving to the other’s side, D had released a sigh-- He knew he likely shouldn’t be allowing himself close to the other for both of their sakes now his suspicion had been confirmed, but he couldn’t very well leave the poor Satyr in an unconscious heap.

Lifting the figure to his chest, the Count did what he could to remained mentally focused when he’d stood, the Satyr in his arms as he made his way to his own room, believing an actual bed would be far better for the other than the simple blankets he had left him with the night prior.

Upon reaching his room, he’d tucked the Satyr carefully beneath the sheets, all the while forcing his eyes to remain only upon his own hands until he had taken a few steps away-- while he’d rather avoid such close proximity, he decided to remain, leaning upon his dresser, while he waited for the other to awaken with a mutter to himself as arms folded across his chest regardless of whether the other would hear him or not.

“It would have been wiser to tell me that you could not work...”

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He woke covered in a sheen of sweat, with a whine he got to his feet and shakily moved towards the jug of tea drinking down as much as he could to satisfy his thirst though he knows it wasn’t tea he truly needed.

Brushing down his clothes he pats Lancelot before heading off to find a bathroom to freshen up, the one he found was so ornate it was almost as though the satyr had walked into a Versailles palace bathroom.

Turning on the cold tap he splashed his face and cooled himself down before trying to get the wrinkles out of his clothes, all in vain but he tried anyway. Checking his appearance, he made sure to scrub off any traces of make-up and he was left a fresh faced, if not slightly flushed, young man with his hair in a high ponytail to keep it off his face.

Finding the kitchen wasn’t so hard, he just followed the sweet smell of food and the delicious aroma of coffee and tea. He was aware he did not look his best, he likely looked like a harlot that had just crawled out of bed, full lips and flushed cheeks, not a look you needed for employment- unless you were a hooker?

“Good morning!” Kithane forced out a chirpy greeting as he tried to find a position that didn’t ache, he was far too hot and a fresh wave of thirst and need washed over him, he had to go home soon he had to find some kind of supressing medication of all hell would surely break loose.

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With a glance over his shoulder at the chirped words, the Count gave the other a small smile and nod in reply, his own words much calmer, “Good morning.” He began simply, while sliding a couple of pancakes onto each plate, before taking tray of food and drinks in hand, making his way to the adjoined dining area.

That single glance had been all he required to confirm his thoughts from the night prior, especially when the other had looked so appealing with so little effort. For today, he supposed it would be unwise to allow the Satyr to work directly with the animals.

“Today, you will be working with stock.” He continued, while the tray was lowered, both plates taken and one set before himself, the other across from him for the Satyr, “I do hope this will not be a problem for you.” Perhaps, he considered, it would be best to say that he knew what was happening to the other-- Though, perhaps also, it would upset the other if he stated it so obviously. For now, it would be kept to himself in blunt phrasing unless the topic arose.

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As soon as the other turned to leave, Kithane hurried into the enclosure and towards the dragon. Without a seconds’ hesitation he climbed over the creature’s huge scaly limbs and curled up against him.

He was sure his eyes had been shut for only a moment but when he woke the room was dark, the sky outside just turning from dusk to evening through the window, he sat up looking around there was food and begging left on a chair that had not been there earlier.

Stretching he stood up and looked at the fruit and bread left for him, there were sweet things and a jug of iced tea left for him, things he assumed D though would be safe for him to consume.

This man seemed caring and the satyr had not expected it, he had not woken him or reprimanded him for falling asleep.

With a small shiver he moved towards the chair and grabbed the blanket and a pillow, he made his bed where he had originally fallen asleep before returning to the seat to eat some of the fruit, as soon as he bit into a peach he realised just how hungry he was, he ate as much as he could but not too much he’d feel unwell.

It was almost as though he was feverish and he didn’t like what seemed to be coming, he couldn’t be in this state on his first day, the animals would be merciless and D would surely tell him to leave and not come back.

This was something he would have to bring up in the morning, if he could actually get up.

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As evening fell, D had made his way about his usual tasks, feeding a few of the animals that still needed it, clearing up here and there, before proceeding to lock the store for the night. When he’d found the Satyr sleeping he could not bring himself to wake him, and hadn’t particularly seen any need to do so. Certainly not when the other had appeared so peaceful-- Not that he had looked for long.

When morning had rolled around, the Count drew himself rather lazily from bed. Since his new employee had spent the evening here he saw no reason to rush in readying himself, nor in dressing for breakfast. Just once it would do no harm for the store to open a few minutes late.

With this decided, D had wrapped himself in a night robe before making his way through to the kitchen, glancing over what ingredients he could find in his cupboard. He wished to make certain that breakfast would be something that both he and Kithane would be able to enjoy-- Eventually, though it was not a usual choice by any means, the Count had settled upon pancakes of all things, sweet in taste so that he could stomach them more easily, with an array of fruit served within them for the Satyr. He’d wake him soon if the other did not appear on his own.

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Curling up near the dragon seemed like a perfect idea right now, at least he knew Lancelot would protect him from any unwanted visitors in the night, like he had so many times before.

With a quick shake of his head in answer to D’s question he bit his lip, fiddling with his hair again, wondering just how much time he actually had before he locked himself up for a week, D had satyrs he would know what was happening eventually but even an experienced man like D knowing would be embarrassing.

“I’ll make up a bed with Lancelot in a moment, I think I might need to rest soon, I am not feeling myself at the moment. I thank you for being so understanding and letting me stay with him, you are almost too kind to me, a mere stranger in your home.” Not wanting to let himself continue in the vein he was going, Kithane clamped his mouth shut.

He couldn’t quite raise his gaze to D now and instead kept his eyes firmly on his own hooves. If Sucellos was around he’d have been whisked off home by now but he didn’t have that luxury at this precise moment in time and instead he would have to make do.

If only suppressants and such worked on satyrs.

What a bloody curse!

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This time the other’s words brought a more natural smile to the Count’s lips, though still measured in the way he wore it-- Though that was nothing new.

“You are welcome.” He replied at first with ease, before he let his eyes wander the other’s figure for a few moments. If he was not ‘feeling himself’ as the other put it, D assumed this may mean keeping a closer eye on things around here for a few days, but until he was certain he would keep any questions or comments to himself.

Instead, there was a slight wave towards the dragon’s room, “Please feel free to make yourself at home. I’ll be through in a small while with food and bedding.” The Count added with a small bow of his head, turning to leave the other be, speaking as he wandered off along the corridor, “If there is anything else that you find yourself requiring, please do feel free to ask.”

It was here, as he left to gather what the other needed for the time being, that D had begun to wonder to himself just what sort of jobs he would wind up with handing over permenantly to the other being-- It was his father’s idea to hire an assistant after all, so the Count had not had too much time to ponder just what he wished for the satyr to do.

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Kithane eyed the shop owner for a moment, he was unsure if he was kind enough at this moment in time to tell D just who his father was.

Though, now was not the time for such conversation, his father would not visit for a few weeks, the God had matters to attend to elsewhere. So for now all would be quiet.

“I will make sure to keep the fires stoked, just because the heat is unpleasant does not mean I won’t do my job correctly.” Perhaps he had sounded sharp but he had not meant it in such a way at all. Getting his point across was sometimes difficult and the satyr had to be blunt at times just so some would take him seriously, though he seriously doubted that D would ignore anything he said.

This man before him seemed to be respectful of all creatures.

Playing with his hair he realised he was beginning to get tired, had he eaten yet? Probably not. It was still early though.

Had he said he’d start that very day?

Maybe he could get away with going home soon to nap. There was no reason for his tiredness unless… but no that was weeks away yet… but perhaps that was why the other satyrs seems so handsy…

“So, when can I start?”

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The Count granted the other with a single raised brow at the blunt reply, though he decided it would be best not to speak on it-- There didn’t seem to be any real attitude behind it after all, and D was not the best at reading another’s voice, so he could very well have misunderstood. Instead, he turned his eyes back to the fireplace in one final glance before stepping entirely out of the room, waiting in the hallway for the Satyr to follow.

“You can start tomorrow; if you wish so dearly to spend time with.. Lancelot, as you said, then I will have a bed set up with him, and I am certain it will do my business no harm to give supper and breakfast.” He replied with a small smile lacing itself over indigo lips. D would not mind it either; it would be interesting, he was sure, to see how his new employee would prepare for a day of work. After all, the only people he saw do such a thing was himself, and his father in the past. An odd curiousity, but still a curiousity none the less.

“Unless you have any qualms?” He added after a moment of pause, hands folding themselves neatly in front of himself.

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Kithane brightened when he request was granted, with a smile he waved to Lancelot and turned to follow D out of the enclosure and towards a smaller room where the egg lay in a metal basket surrounded by brimstone.

It was unbearable hot and the satyr stayed by the door so he could breathe in the cool air and is breezed in.

“How long until the egg hatches?” It wasn’t the question he had wanted to ask but he went with it anyway, no use questioning D on things he would not give an answer to.

All that mattered now was that D had implied that the job was his and he was safe to say that he was employed now, his father would be very pleased by this and would no doubt pay him a visit while he worked tomorrow.

Not only to congratulate him on having a job but to scope out the place and probably interrogate the owner.

Feeling kind, the blond decided it best to warm him about Sucellos.

“You’ll likely meet my father soon, he will want to know who you are and see the shop…”

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The Count did not seem to be bothered too much by the heat-- It was still undoubtedly hot even to him, though he could stand it for a few minutes at a time, moving to examine the egg for just a few moments before rejoining Kithane, “It could be anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks at the moment.” He replied through a slight smile.

“You will need to get used to the heat; for the first few weeks it will be living by the fireside and it must be kept lit.” He stated with something akin to sympathy lingering beneath his tone of formality, “If it does get too much for you, however, then you only need tell me and I shall find the time by having you aid me elsewhere.”

He knew he was being a little soft in comparison to his usual behaviour toward a practical stranger, but it seemed he really couldn’t help himself. At comment of the other’s father though, there was a light chuckle, and a small nod given, “Your father will be welcome to see as much of the store as he wishes.” He highly doubted he needed worry about legal matters or human traumas if he was to be giving the tour to the father of a satyr, after all. Even if he didn’t know the extent of it.

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“Would you mind so terribly letting me stay the night here with him?” He was aware that D may deny him his request, though surely he could see that the beast knew him well and he would be safe.

“Tonight, instead of leaving could I perhaps come here and stay with him?” There was a pleading in his voice that the blond had not managed to erase and while it annoyed him to no end, he knew it might work on the shop owner.

Though… it also may not.

Climbing down from Lancelot’s back, he gave the beast’s nose an affectionate pat before returning to D’s side, righting his dress as he did so.

Maybe jeans would work better in the store, he didn’t think his boss would think it appropriate to see his thighs or underwear should the little dress ride up again.

“Do you have more to show me?”

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D’s response to the pleading tone had been a slight raise of his eyebrow; he imagined it should be more courteous to wait for an answer before repeating oneself, but... He would let it slide for the satyr. Instead, he feigned a few moments of thought as mismatched eyes of purple and gold wandered back to the dragon, palm now smoothing over the scales before drawing away to rest at his side,

“I suppose that I could allow it; if you do, however, I have my own condition. You will begin your work here tomorrow morning, rather than Monday.” He stated quite simply before eyes rose again, practiced, and measured smile once more on indigo lips, “If there are no problems with that, then you are welcome to spend the night with him. I will have a bed set up in here for you while you fetch night clothes, if you wish.”

A pause here at the query of whether there was more to be seen. There was, of course, but he imagined from the other’s response so far that he would not find any of the animals over whelming, and he already shown him the location of the store rooms not long after his arrival. After a moment more, he gave a slight shake to his head, “I believe, judging by what I have seen of you today, that I will be able to teach you as we go along anything that you do not know already.”

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As soon as Kithane saw the scales- a light gasp at the familiarity of the huff the dragon gave in greeting, in split second Kithane had kicked his heels off and was racing over to the scaled beast reach up to it’s giant pulling it into his embrace with a little happy sob.

“Lancelot! I didn’t think I’d get to see you like this!” Smiling he nuzzled his nose against the warm skin of the beast and deftly climbed up on his back upon releasing Lance’s head.

“You’re such a big handsome boy now, I am so proud of you!” Kithane had almost forgotten about D, he did not look to the shop owner for a reaction, instead he scratched the back of the dragon’s head legs dangling off the and his skirt riding up dangerously so, to the point the majority of his pale thighs were now exposed.

“I can’t believe it’s you.”

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D had found himself understandably rather confused by the reaction at first, at least until the satyr spoke. He hadn’t been too certain how he even aught respond until things were clicked into place for him, at which there was a vague widening of his smile, barely noticeable, but there all the same.

“What a pleasant coincidence.” He muttered simply, and though he would very much have liked to deny it he found his eyes wandering the male’s thighs for just a moment too long before he’d managed to drag his line of vision up to Kithane’s features, this of course accompanied by a silent relief that his gaze hadn’t been noticed.

“I suppose that under the circumstances I can allow the two of you a short while together.” The Count began, his hand resuming prior scratching of the beast’s scales, “Perhaps, considering you seem to know each other, you can help with, ah... Lancelot, too.”

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The satyr only nodded as D reeled off his working hours, taking it in as they walked to the next enclosure that housed the grand beast and the unborn infant.

“How long will you keep the dracoling before you have to let it go?” He’d never had a wild dragon before, Lancelot had been a pet until he had gotten too big for the family too keep.

A long sigh escapes his painted lips and he plays with his a little distractedly wondering how you’re supposed to take care of an egg? Did you just make sure it was warm?

“Can we visit the older dragon first?” Perhaps it was too early to make requests, he’d just started out at this place- not even finished his first day. Tugging at the hem of his dress he continues to follow the pet shop owner towards a large enclosure, all the gates and fences just as ornate as inside the store.

“I don’t know if you will keep me on, but I promise until you tire of my help I will work my hardest.” Shuffling awkwardly chewing his lip he wondered now if he had been convincing himself more than D?

It didn’t matter.

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D released a small chuckle at the term the other chose to refer to the unhatched dragon, “For as long as it is comfortable here.” He replied simply with a very slight shrug, “My shop is capable of providing all that is needed to be certain that it grows up in much the same manner as any other young dragon would; I imagine two or three years, and they should be ready to leave and make their own way.”

Without actually giving the other an answer to his reply D had wandered through a doorway to one side of the corridor, on the inside of which there was a rather large tail he’d lifted the edge of his robe to step over, the dragon it belonged to giving a gruff, but light snort in greeting.

“I am certain that I will be very thankful not only for your work Kithane, but for your company too.” He spoke at last with a faint smile cast over his shoulder to the satyr, a single slender hand giving a small waving motion, beckoning the other to join him beside the dragon, upon the back of which D’s other hand had wandered to scratch against thick scales idly.

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