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"It's okay."
Though his eyes do not focus on her face, Siegfried can hear the smile in her voice. Something stirs in his heart, but it does not overcome the sheer hunger that consumes him. He parts his jaws, a gurgle in his mouth as he tries to sound out her name, but he simply lunges.
Siegfried is no stranger to solitude.
Here at his vantage point atop the mountains, nestled in a cave of his own creation, he can see the town of humans that live in the valley below. Siegfried flicks his tongue, the crimson appendage a stark contrast to the clear blue sky.
He can taste the oncoming chill. Siegfried blinks, his gaze affixed on the town.
How many shall the winter claim this year? With their pititful huts, he knows that many of their lives shall be lost. Though he can protect them from the prying eyes of Astrals, he can do naught in the face of the cold. Much as his fire can warm them, he has yet to fully clear the frost that lines their hearts. Only one human has ever approached him, and even he is long gone, left only with a promise that he has kept to this day.
Siegfried rumbles discontentedly, but does not leave his perch. He is unused to feeling poweless. Though he is aware of the limits of his stength, it is stranger still to be in a position of inaction.
It is, after all, not in a dragon's blood to be helpless.
Siegfried's claws pin her down by the arms. Their points dig into her skin, scarlet washing down her arms until the white of marrow gleans in the sunlight.
"Heh..." Her breath is ragged, but they are sharpened all the same. "Is that... all you got? That's... That's nothing."
Siegfried growls, grip tightening as his claws fasten themselves inside of here, skin weaving in between where he holds her.
Siegfried lashes his tail, but the woman before him dodges deftly. He narrows his eyes, watching as she lands on the ground.
"Please," despite the plea in her tone, light blue weaves itself between her golden locks. The woman's stance widens as she clutches the orb closer to her chest. "Let me through."
Siegfried's plants himself down into the earth, claw marks forming in the dirt from where he clenches and unclenches his paws in deliberation. Despite her appearance, this woman is no mere human- no, she is one of those cursed instruments of the Astrals, one of these so called "primals".
And yet...
His gaze travels to the red orb that she clings to. Even from where he stands, he can feel its warmth permeate through his scales. Once more, he glances at the woman's expression, at her hardened eyes. He can see it. The same fierce determination that man once wore, the very kindness that had spurred them both into action in the first place. She does not fear him, nor is she threatened by him. She may be no human, but it is clear to Siegfried that her heart belongs to them.
Siegfried takes a breath. He exhales, a flicker of flame shooting out before it dissipates into the wind. He outstretches his neck towards the woman, flattening his back along the ground.
Shock travels through her face, but then she smiles. Once more, her hair turns back into its original blonde hue as she walks towards him.
"Thank you."
She reaches out her hand, her fingertips pressing against his scales.
She is warm.
The heat of her blood is like a drug to his system. The crunch of bones fill Siegfried's ears, and his face distorts among the scarlet that covers him.
Siegfried has seen his fair share of primals, have personally fended them off, and yet none but the one before him has ever managed to stifle their own cries. She bites the bottom of her lip, blood running through her pale skin, but despite jerking of her limbs, she does not struggle against the chains that bind her.
Siegfried dislodges himself from her. He forces himselt to look up, to meet those same eyes that had graaced him countless of times before.
"Djeeta..." Through the haze of his own hunger, he finally succeeds in saying her name. His face contorts as he watches light blue particles form around her abdomen, sewing her body back together as bones squelch back into place. "I'm sorry."
Djeeta huffs, a faint chuckle bounding from her throat. She leans forward as much as she can, resting her head against Siegfried's snout.
"We'll get through this," her voice is quiet, but they send a jolt down Siegfried's body.
Siegfried parts his jaws once more, only for the collar wrapped around his neck to send a quake down his body. He convulses, feeling that invasive, foreign substance pierce through his own hardened hide until that feeling returns, that unknown ravenous hunger.
Siegfried leans forward, tongue flickering against his fangs, red poison sweet against his tongue. He rubs the side of his cheek against her stomach before sinking himself into her once more.