[WARNING: New Species fast approaching!]
[TheLoverofSuspensegod waits for your decision.]
A loud howl hit the sky with rage, which even Roxy could sense that this was not a mere visit. These wolves have come for the Dragon Clan.
They want to fight when they don't stand a chance against the dragons? Make it make sense.
Roxy almost laughed at their stupidity. But she respected them for their boldness.
"They crossed our territory," Zarek growled.
He turned toward the entrance of the cave, his hand already morphing into claws. "I will mount their heads on the ridge. I will paint the potato fields with their–"
"Down, boy! Calm down!" Roxy shouted, scrambling after him as fast as her pregnancy-heavy legs would allow.
She grabbed the back of the tiger-skin loincloth, the only thing she could reach, and yanked.
It didn't stop him; compared to her strength, he was ten times stronger. But it annoyed him enough to make him pause.
He turned, his face filled with fury. "Release me, treasure! The wolves are seeking death for coming into my tribe."
"You are not going to kill anyone!" Roxy snapped, stepping in front of him and poking a finger into his rock-hard abs. "We talked about this! No more murder! You are meant to be worshipped as a god and not as a demon! Go out and there and know the reason why they are here."
[TheWorldBuildingGod: But you know why they are here.]
[TheEnglishGod is disappointed at your words.]
Is there not a switch to this thing? How long do I have to cope with this?!
"They are challenging the tribe, Roxy," he gestured wildly at the entrance of the cave, pointing towards the valley entrance. "They smell you, and are a danger to you."
"And whose fault is that?" Roxy countered, hands on her hips. "You fucking roasted their mailman! Of course, they came back to get answers! If you go out there and kill, you will be staining our tribe with their heads before the radishes are even harvested!"
She placed a hand on her belly, feeling a slight kick, and took deep breaths in and out.
Never knew pregnancy could be this hard.
[TheMotheroftheWorld looks at you and nods.]
[Diplomatic Crisis Imminent. War Probability: 90%]
I fucking know that, pumpkin head. Are you sure you are not just a sack of machines without proper data?
[I feel violated.]
Systems don't have feelings!
Roxy's head throbbed as she stared at the screen. She closed her eyes, and the next second, when she opened them, she settled on Zarek.
"I have a plan," Roxy declared. "We are going to be civilized. We are going to send them back with a gift basket."
That was the best plan she could think of.
Zarek blinked. Baffled by her words. "A... basket?"
"Yes. An Apology basket. For incinerating their scout," Roxy said, already moving toward her stockpile of food.
She grabbed a large woven basket and started tossing things in.
"Cooked beef," she muttered, wrapping the smoky meat in large leaves. "That shows we have surplus food. A sack of potatoes. That shows we have agriculture. And..."
Zarek looked at her as if she had lost a screw in her head.
Were all females always like this? In a predator world, it's either you kill or get killed. There was nothing like peace. Yet his female was proactively pushing for peace as if it was not in their dragon blood to destroy the world for them.
Roxy continued, she looked around, grabbing a handful of shiny rubies from a pile near the wall. "Some shiny rubies. Wolves like shiny things, right? Or is that crows? Whatever, it shows we're rich."
She shoved the heavy basket into Zarek's chest, breathing hard as if she had just milked a cow. Except, the one who has the milk is her.
He instinctively grabbed it, looking at the wicker container with absolute disgust.
"I am the Dragon King," Zarek said slowly with a scowl, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I do not deliver vegetables to dogs; it's an insult."
Roxy rolled her eyes. But you are the larger and more shameless dog.
"You do if you want to sleep in this bed tonight," Roxy shot back, crossing her arms, her chin raised.
The cave went silent.
Zarek stared at her. "What?"
"You heard me," Roxy said, "If you go out there and start a war because your ego is too big to say sorry, you are sleeping outside. On the rocks. In the cold. No furs. No cuddles. And definitely no mating with me!"
[TheSassyGoddess snaps her fingers, proud of you.]
Clock it!
Zarek recoiled as if she had physically slapped him. His eyes widened in horror. To a Dragon, whose entire biological drive was now centered on hoarding and nesting with his mate, being exiled from the nest was a fate worse than death.
He couldn't do without his mate.
"You... you would banish me?" he choked out. "From our home?"
His eyes softened as if he was going to show a defenseless emotion that Roxy was not ready for. She didn't like a crying man because they were like an arrow straight to her heart.
She shivered, closing her eyes immediately.
Relax, Roxy, Relax. You are at the period of your pregnancy where you shouldn't be jumping on a dick as big as your hand. Relax, he is trying to bribe you with his sexy, delicious, handsome face.
Zarek was just terrified of not being able to have her in his arms.
Roxy swallowed.
"Try me, lizard-boy," Roxy warned, narrowing her eyes and ignoring how much her heart was racing. "Now, go out there. Give them the basket. Tell them the scout was an accident. And come back without blood on your hands."
[TheSassyGoddess who watches you questions how many men you have been with on earth.]
THAT IS NOT WHAT IS IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW!
Zarek looked at the basket. He looked at Roxy. He looked at the soft, warm bed he loved so much and wanted to argue. But when he saw the defiant look in Roxy's eyes and the way she raised her chin.
He gave up. This female was crossing her boundaries time and time again, and for some reason, he was excited. He made a mental note to cuddle her as much as he wanted as a reward for doing what she told him to.
He lout a sound that was half-growl, half-whine.
"Fine," he spat. "But if they try anything funny, in my territory. I will burn their whole forest, leaving no stone attached, and you will cook their meat."
Roxy shivered, imagining it, feeling the bile in her throat, and shook her head.
That would definitely not be happening.