PS:Sorry guys for not making a new chapter, I was sick (and still sick) I don't why, but I puke and have a headache and cough and sneeze and sore throat! So let go back to the story!
As the sun shone brightly on our mountain home, I felt grateful for this moment of togetherness with my family. Mother's tail wrap had relaxed, and we stood together, enjoying the warmth and each other's company.
"Shall we go for a flight?" Father suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Lyriath and Vyraxys cheered, their faces lighting up with anticipation. Mother smiled, and I could sense her enthusiasm.
"I'll take the lead," Father said, spreading his wings. "Who's ready to follow?"
The younger ones, Lyrixa, Kaidorix, Kieraxys, and Niamon, squealed with delight, flapping their wings eagerly. Nyxoria and Lyriath exchanged a look, and then Lyriath grinned mischievously. "Let's show them how it's done, Vyraxys!"
With a chorus of roars and laughter, our family took to the skies, soaring above our mountain home. The wind rushed past us, and I felt free, surrounded by the ones I loved.
As we flew, Father led us on a winding path through the clouds, performing acrobatic maneuvers that left the younger ones gasping in awe. Mother flew alongside, ensuring everyone's safety while still having fun.
The thrill of flight, combined with the joy of being together, filled my heart with happiness. This was what it meant to be part of a family – sharing adventures, creating memories, and loving each other unconditionally.
I look at Father as we are flying and smiled "You are the best Father I have ever had!"
Father's face lit up with a warm smile, and his eyes shone with pride and love. "Thank you, Tharros," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "Being your father is the greatest joy in my life. I'm so proud of the young dragon you're becoming."
He flew closer to me, and we glided side by side, the wind rushing past us. "You know, Tharros," he said, "when you were born, I knew that you would be something special. You have a spark within you that I can only dream of igniting in others."
I felt a surge of love and admiration for Father, and I reached out with my claws to gently touch his scales. "I love you, Father," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Father's smile grew wider, and he wrapped his tail around me in a gentle hug. "I love you too, Tharros," he said. "More than words can say."
As we flew on, the rest of the family joined in, surrounding us with their love and affection. We soared through the skies, a family united in our love for each other, and the wind beneath our wings.
As we landed, Father saw a behemoth and killed it and ate it all for himself, and I said "Father you are such a gluttonous dragon!"
Father looked up from his feast, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, Tharros, you're one to talk," he said with a chuckle. "You're always sneaking off to hunt for those pesky mountain goats."
I blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I only do that like 2 times, I think, but you sure you be able to fly back to the mountain cave?" I said concern, and Father went back eating.
Father continued eating, his amusement evident in the way his tail swished behind him. "Don't worry about me, Tharros," he said between bites. "I've been doing this for less than a centuries. I can handle a little behemoth snack." He looked up at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Besides, someone's got to keep the family's strength up. And at 84, I still think I'm the best hunter in the family."
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Oh yeah? I bet Lyriath could take you down." Father chuckled, a low rumble. "Oh, I don't think so, Tharros. Lyriath's got skills, but I've got experience on my side. And let's be real, I've been hunting for decades longer than he has."
Father smiled and continued eating as his belly expanded from eating, and it got bigger and Father albino belly scales look like it is holding it, so strong.
The image of Father's albino belly scales stretching to accommodate his meal is quite vivid! It sounds like you're having fun with the details of the dragon world.
As Father continues eating, his belly grows bigger, and his scales seem to gleam in the sunlight. The contrast between his pale scales and the dark behemoth meat is striking.
As Father finished his meal, he let out a satisfied belch, and his belly seemed to sag slightly under the weight of his food. Mother looked over at him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Aetherius, you're going to burst your scales one of these days," she said with a chuckle.
Father grinned, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. "It's worth it for a meal like that," he said, licking his claws clean.
The rest of the family watched him with varying degrees of interest and amusement. Lyriath and Vyraxys seemed fascinated by the behemoth's remains, while Nyxoria and Lyrixa looked on with mild disgust. Kaidorix and Kieraxys were busy playing with some nearby rocks, and Niamon was toddling around, babbling excitedly.
I smiled at Father, happy to see him enjoying himself. "I'm glad you enjoyed your meal, Father," I said, trying to sound dignified despite the silly situation.
Father's grin softened, and he looked at me with warmth. "Thanks, Tharros. I'm just glad to have such a wonderful family to share my adventures with."
Mother spoke "look I will drag your father tail all the way back to the mountain cave, and Tharros, you be watching your siblings since it is only a 10 minute walk from here!" I nodded, but father refused it, knowing his belly would hurt from the movement of his body.
Pov Aetherius
I groaned inwardly at Thyriatrix's suggestion. The last thing I needed right now was to have my tail dragged across the landscape with a belly full of behemoth. I could already feel the discomfort starting to set in, and the thought of being jostled around made me wince.
"Ah, dear, I think I'll pass on that," I said, trying to sound as dignified as possible despite my predicament. "I'm not exactly feeling like a spry young dragon at the moment."
I shot Thyriatrix a pleading look, hoping she'd understand. She chuckled and nodded, knowing me all too well. "Alright, alright. Tharros can watch the young ones, and I'll help you get back to the cave... at a leisurely pace, of course."
I breathed a silent thank you to Thyriatrix as she came over to offer me a supportive nuzzle. "Let's get you back home, love," she said, wrapping her tail around me. "We can take it nice and slow."
As we arrived, Thyriatrix turned and flew off from the distance to get back to our hatchlings as I stayed there.
I go lay down on my side and rub my enormous belly and giggled, "Sometimes I like Thyriatrix scolding deep inside to think I met her when I was 14 years old and she was 2 years old is funny that she the one scolding me."
The memories came flooding back as I lay there, my belly still heavy with the behemoth's meat. I chuckled to myself, thinking about how far we'd come since those early days. Thyriatrix, with her fiery spirit and sharp wit, had always been a force to be reckoned with, even at just 2 years old.
I remembered the first time we met, when I was 14 and she was just a tiny ball of scales and energy. I'd been immediately drawn to her bold nature and curious spirit. And now, all these years later, she was the one scolding me like a proper mate should.
I let out a contented sigh, feeling grateful for the life we'd built together. My belly rumbled softly as I drifted off into a light doze, the warmth of the sun on my scales lulling me into a peaceful slumber.
I let out a small burp.
The burp echoed softly through the air, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the sound. "Ah, excuse me," I said with a grin, rubbing my belly gently. The behemoth meal was certainly making its presence known. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on my scales, and let out a satisfied sigh.
I sighed and gently pushed down gently at my belly, and I let out a louder burp.
The second burp was even more impressive than the first, and I couldn't help but laugh at the sound. "Ah, I guess that's what I get for eating like a gluttonous dragon," I said with a chuckle, still rubbing my belly gently. The pressure seemed to be helping, and I felt a bit more comfortable after letting out the burp. I smiled to myself, feeling a bit more at ease.
I smiled. "I wonder what my little wolf pup is doing!"
The memories came flooding back as I smiled to myself. "Wolf pup," I thought, remembering how Tharros's wolf-fox like ears had inspired the nickname. I chuckled, recalling how much I loved teasing him about it. It was just one of the many little quirks that made my son so endearing.
I felt a warmth in my chest, thinking about Tharros and the rest of our family. Being a father was truly one of the greatest joys in my life, and moments like these reminded me of just how lucky I was to have such a wonderful family.
Remember of many dragons seeing him and his wolf-fox ears, and their reaction is 'cute,' they say, and I couldn't blame them. Tharros is cute and an adorable appearance that caught many dragons hearts no matter how dark they are from the cuteness.
The image of Tharros's wolf-fox ears bringing out the "cute" reactions from even the toughest dragons was still amusing to me. Yes, my son was indeed a charmer, and his unique features had a way of winning over even the most hardened hearts. I remembered the countless times I'd seen dragons, young and old, cooing over Tharros's adorable appearance, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as his father.
It was wonderful to see how Tharros's cuteness could bring light and joy to those around him, and I knew that his charming personality would take him far in life.
I slowly get up, and my belly almost hit the stone floor, and to think my 77-meter tall body with a belly full of behemoth meat is just ridiculous.
As I slowly got up, my belly almost hit the stone floor, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. My 77-meter tall body, a formidable sight to behold, was now lumbering around with a belly full of behemoth meat, looking more like a comical giant than a fearsome dragon.
I smiled wryly to myself, thinking that perhaps I should be more mindful of my meals in the future, but for now, I was just going to enjoy the...ahem...digestive process. The weight of my meal was substantial, and I had to adjust my stance slightly to compensate for the added bulk.
As I moved, my scales creaked softly, and I felt a slight strain on my skin from the expansion of my belly.
Despite the discomfort, I couldn't help but feel satisfied with my meal. Behemoth meat was always worth the indulgence.
I go to my sitting position and my belly jiggling, and I couldn't help but laugh.
The sight of my own belly jiggling as I sat down was almost too much to bear. I laughed heartily, the sound rumbling deep within my chest. The motion of my belly was quite impressive, really – it was like a massive, scale-covered wave crashing against the shore.
As I settled into my sitting position, my belly continued to jiggle and sway, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. I was a 77-meter tall dragon, after all, and yet I was laughing like a young hatchling at the simple movement of my own body.
The laughter seemed to shake loose some of the tension in my muscles, and I felt a sense of relaxation wash over me. Maybe this meal wasn't so bad after all – despite the digestive challenges it might bring.
I shook my head. "Snap out of it, Aetherius! You are an adult dragon and have 8 hatchlings that still need you! Don't be like a hatchling again!" I said it to myself, but it is funny a bit.
I chuckled to myself, still shaking my head. "Snap out of it, Aetherius! You are an adult dragon and have 8 hatchlings that still need you! Don't be like a hatchling again!" I repeated the words, trying to sound stern, but a hint of amusement crept into my voice.
It was amusing, really, to think about myself as a dignified adult dragon, lecturing myself on being more serious. But I knew I had to get my priorities straight – after all, I did have eight little ones relying on me.
I took a deep breath, feeling a bit more composed, and let out a gentle sigh. Time to focus on being the responsible dragon I knew I could be... once I'd finished enjoying this rather... substantial meal.
As night rose, Thyriatrix and Tharros and his siblings were back from the hunt and morning fly, and Thyriatrix sighed. "Still fat, I see!" I began to lay down on my side with a grin.
Thyriatrix's comment about my still being fat made me chuckle, and I settled into a comfortable position, my albino scales gleaming in the fading light. "Ah, my dear, you'd be concerned about my figure even if I were as lean as a wyrm in spring," I teased, smiling up at her.
The rest of the family was settling in for the night, their scales glistening in the soft moonlight that filtered into our cave. Tharros and his siblings were all chattering and laughing, still full of energy after their morning hunt and fly.
I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the family's presence around me, and let out a contented sigh. It had been a good day, and I was grateful for the love and companionship of my family.
Thyriatrix sighed. "We should get some rest!" Tharros walked towards me and went and lay on my belly in his 11-meters tall body, and I began to wrap around my wing around him.
Tharros's affectionate nature never failed to warm my heart. As he lay down on my belly, I gently wrapped my wing around him, creating a cozy little nest for him to snuggle into. He was getting bigger, but he still loved to cuddle with his old father.
Thyriatrix smiled, watching the scene unfold. "I think someone's still looking for comfort from their papa," she teased, her voice soft and gentle.
I smiled back at her, feeling grateful for these quiet moments with our family. As the night deepened, I wrapped my wing tighter around Tharros, feeling his warmth and weight against me. It was moments like these that I cherished most – just being with the ones I loved, feeling their presence and their love.
Tharros sleeps peacefully under my wing and uses my enormous belly as his pillow to lay on.
The image of Tharros sleeping peacefully under my wing, using my enormous belly as his pillow, filled me with warmth and contentment. I gently adjusted my wing to ensure he was comfortable, making sure not to disturb him.
As I lay there, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that my little family was safe and happy. Thyriatrix was nearby, watching over us with a gentle smile, and the rest of the siblings were all settled in for the night, their soft breathing and gentle snores filling the air.
In that moment, everything felt right with the world, and I was grateful for the love and companionship of my family. I closed my eyes, feeling the soft rise and fall of Tharros's chest as he slept, and let the peacefulness of the moment wash over me.
I went to sleep and remember how I met Thyriatrix when we were so young.