[Flayme]

Demus smiled, and couldn't help but giggle along with Lago as he rolled off of him and flopped down in the tall grass around them. They had seemed to have cleared their own little hiding place among it during the excitement of their 'escapade'. His head was swimming, he felt like he was flying. Gorgeous... He had said that hadn't he?... He wasn't about to take it back either. Again, Lago was probably the most unique looking being he'd ever met, or at least that he had ever mated with. He was vastly different than his previous mate, Kia. She had been a lemon yellow, graceful, dainty, spit fiery thing. A prairie dragon like himself. Lago was none of those things. He didn't really know what he was at all even, he hadn't even known the other dragon for an hour yet. It was both bizarre and fully thrill inducing at the same time.

"I believe, that all first impressions should go exactly as this one just has." Demus threw his hands up in the air and then rolled onto his side to sling an arm over Lago's chest. "You were wonderful..." He purred, leaning in to kiss Lago on the cheek, and then quickly on the lips again. "Seven months? Is that your gestation?" He snaked a hand down to Lago's stomach, which was already rounded. If this breeding had really been successful, Demus wondered how it would look swollen with kits. "I- Hail from the prairie." Demus smiled, addressing Lago's wonderment at what kind of dragon he was. "And you are from where? These little ones of ours... I'm sure they will be quite the head turners, like you said."