Mortar's Female
Today was like any other day. Wake up.. brush my orange-brown hair, eat, get armour on.. which most days it was a pain, some of my pieces were getting too small, so they needed to be replaced soon. Then to sharpen my blades and wash the Proto. Normally...
The Runt and her Consort
One detail we didn't have time to mention," the red proto-drake rumbled, with a satisfied, triumphant grin on his face, as he laid down on the cave floor, luxuriating in that masculine satisfaction of having seeded someone.