I don’t want you and I don’t need you. Don’t bother to resist, or I’ll beat you. It’s not your fault that you’re always wrong; the weak ones are there to justify the strong.

Akroma was back again, just like he promised and Hellfire Wyrm’s rarely went back on their word, especially if it was about the fate of their young. Elbereth was no exceptional beauty, nor did he consider her a prize, only as a mere tool to repopulate his fading race so that they might once again rise into unworldly power. The flame colored bull flew on with only his thoughts to accompany him on his journey back to the searching springs where he first laid his molten orbs upon the desperate and alone female crossbreed. If her blood wasn’t tainted enough. Snapped his inner voice, yet Akroma silenced them with a sudden growl. This was not a time to get picky. Nearing the barren lands, the flame colored bull landed in a secluded clearing taking great strides into taking in the scents around him. Pinpointing the female’s scent from before, Akroma stalked into the bushes, his body heat making the plant life around him shield away from his bulk as he came through the trees. Not too far away, Akroma could make out her black, narrow frame nestled above a make shift nest. Growling to both himself and at her stupidity for settling down where someone could easily tear through and destroy his progeny, he made quickly to her side. Eyes narrowed, he smiled, circling her body loosely to test to see if she was in a half decent mood. Then again, most soon to be mother’s aren’t He joked with a small sneer. ”Elbereth, so nice to see you again…” He cooed gently, like voice like a fire’s hiss. ”How many eggs?”