[Gift] The 11th Hour | Mistletoe

The festive season was something Hollow wasn’t sure he particularly enjoyed, the food was nice but all the cheeriness in the air made him almost queasy or so he says. However none of that mattered to him right now, all that mattered was him and the dragon he was currently with. They were vulgar, a horrific display of what a dark dragon couple may look like. They had danced around each other, never quite touching, messy footsteps being left on the snowy ground in their wake. When they finally did touch it was diabolical, almost horrific. Hollow moved around Mischief, along her front, the female’s large chest spikes digging into his monstrous flesh leaving light trails that would inevitably heal, much to his displeasure. This was a sick game they always played, enough to hurt but not enough to scar permanently but it was fun to see how far they could go before there was no turning back. She nipped at his ears with her sharp beak, bone meeting flesh harsh enough that the green dragon hissed in what might have been pain but sounded more like approval.

If anyone else was seeing their filthy tango, they kept to themselves and that was just fine with them. The next attack came from the goopy tail that seemed to bend and curve on its own; it bit rather harshly at Hollow’s semi-folded wing, gripping it aggressively and dripping vile liquid onto the sensitive skin between the bony fingers. The head that held a full wrack of undamaged horns retaliated, pushing some of the sharp tips into Mischief's scaly side and this time it was her turn to hiss. They let go of each other briefly, sizing each other up, checking the damage that had both caused to one another. Anyone who saw them now would assume they were two dragons who had just finished fighting and would now turn the other way and leave, each proving their own point, whatever that point was. However that wasn’t the case, they took a moment before stepping closer, the more aggressiveness of their dance forgotten as they brushed their heads together, nuzzling almost lovely against each other. When Mischief nipped at the left head, the one bearing broken horns it was gentle, a tender sweetness that one might not expect after watching the interaction right before this one. The right head lifted itself, tongue slithering out to lick sweetly across the other dragon's face, leaving a wet trail up her cheek and over her red watching eyes.

Once again, the beauty of the moment was ruined by the obscenity of the actions that followed. The two dragons moved, side by side, a stray hand of the green dragon slithering down the side of the horse-like dragon, meeting the mouth that cracked open at his touch, it nipped dangerously at his hand and his claws dug in ever so slightly on the edges of it. Mischief turned her head to nip at him then, catching his cheek with her beak hard enough to draw blood as they continued their strange courtship. They began to walk, entering the barn-like structure, finally stepping out from under the large clump of mistletoe that hung innocently from the doorway.