If Chance was any other normal human, then the intricate spirals, intertwining with other dragons would have made normal humans sick and fallen to their death. He knew what the mating flight looked like from the ground, it looked like a giant slithering ball, much like coming upon a nest of snakes. Though when it came to snakes it involved one female and a bunch of males trying to mate with her. Dragons were not like that, well not the dragons that Chance knew anyways. It seemed to be mainly one or two male dragons, surrounded by females trying to get their attention, giving up once they were mated.

His head felt like it was going to split from the mental calls that the white female was giving, unable to voice her needs, wants, or the carnal drive that drove her to barrel into the blue female to knock her out of the sky. Anger swirled like a red tide within her, rising up to choke her, making her feel as if she were burning up from the inside. Chance felt his dragon's emotions as if they were his own, they seemed to meld to one mind.Their breath became harsh and shallow, his hands automatically curling into fists into the fur beneath him. Soon the jealous feeling was placed with excitement, anticipation as he gave into the feeling, giving his own roar like yell to help his companion to communicate with others. Though when she opened her maw, no sound came out, only a fine green mist did. Laila, flashed her underbelly, wrapping her tail around one of the males, forgetting her fear over the size of them.

She knew what she wanted and that was a male, and to have an egg all her own. She was going to get it one way or another. Chance spotted a male on the back of the rust colored dragon, unable to help the heated gaze that he gave him, winking to him before he went out of sight. Soon the male blue dragon came into view. He noticed the much younger male that was riding on his back, making a growling like noise as he looked at him hungrily, feeling the heat rise up inside once more. Vaguely registering that these were dragon riders, as the raw animalistic fervor was far more prominent. Laila gave a low thrum, she was being chased, she was wanted! No other dragon had wanted her, this was a true first and she could not wait to feel another dragon's touch. She was not going to make this an easy capture for the blue male, after all, he needed to work for it and prove he was a good match for her in her opinion. Chance himself could not wait for after the dragons mated, it meant that he could find a temporary mate of his own to douse this thirst with.