Rornigoth did a passing circle and roar over the white female, but when the blue one nearly hit him with her tail in frustration, he caught hold of it in his teeth and they spun off together. Even with obvious pairs having been made in the brief dance and tension, the four dragons still all danced together, in and out, as if taunting their partner. Erwan barely paid any attention to it. His vision was narrowed, totally focused on the darker spines along Rornigoth's back. So why, why were the images flashing in front of his eyes full of smokey eyes, dragon teeth, and twisted, sweaty human limbs instead? He felt his breath catch again.

He'd become alone in a game of passion, so when Rornigoth hissed in fury at another attempt thwarted by the sapphire dragoness, Erwan found anger rising in him as well. A second later though, Rornigoth's claws got their hold--no doubt through the females desire than his despite the greater size of the rust dragon. After all, that was sometimes his drawback and Rornigoth would chastise him for the thought in any other moment. However, the dragon just guided them toward the ground to prove he'd won this female and by the downward swoop of the female, claws locked with Rornigoth's for a second, proof that she accept it. Once they finished their show, they'd take to the air again, but Erwan thrilled with the knowledge that he could get away.

None of the other humans showed him interest, but he needed it. As they rolled into the ground, he let himself drop off his dragon's back and stagger. The ground felt uneven under his feet. So hot. Could he die from this need? Even though he knew the answer, he thought it plausible in this second. It didn't even take a second to find the other humans who landed first. He started toward them even though he didn't want this at all. It just couldn't be helped.