Sockish's Clan

(NOTE: I've technically been on hiatus since the password hiccup in.. 2013? so i've forgotten this game ^^||| if anyone has advice I'd love to hear it!)
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Story written 12/1/13:

*The caking dust of DragonHome behaved like a parasite as it clung to Naaroq's fur, went into her mouth and eyes, and leaped into her claws' insides. Sighing and blinking wide white eyes, she looked down at the clouded dirt as she paced around the new camp slowly. She closed her eyes, breathing in and out, lowering her head until she heard the flapping of wings and the soft landing afterwards. Turning around she spotted Lorahkne, in all of his tall, lean glory, his face mask on tight as he never took it off, his leather apparels sprinkled with his blood. Naaroq enlarged her eyes worriedly, "You're bleeding!" Her mate, whom she found to be hypnotizing though he acted snobby and hissy to every one else, responded, "I'm all good, love. I'm here to talk." Nodding slowly Naaroq turned to face the open plains, the large moon up above, "Come sit." He crouched quickly next to her before turning and stating, "I need to talk to you." She blinked, "Yes?" She heard him sigh, listened to the sound of him tucking his forelegs closer to his body and each other, "I'm nervous." Naaroq began to speak but he interrupted, "I know we were attacked. I know there's a whole clan to worry about. I know Bassoon's having anxiety because of this. I just need to talk." Straightening himself to sit up, he curled his tail around himself more before looking down a bit, "We still have too much food. And we've been hunting and gathering here for awhile, so that'll be okay. But I'm worried. About our children. About the clan's children. And about only ours too. We need to get ourselves together tomorrow. There's eggs to be laid. For the sake of more treasure, for the sake of pleasing our new ruler, for the sake of loving each other and wanting to spread ourselves to other lands. I'm scared about these new nests. They may have plants and the like lining them. They may be mostly hidden. However, I'm worried one of us is going to be gone one day, and either an egg will roll off the boulder and break on the ground or a creature may try to eat our eggs." Naaroq frowned and asked, "What do you want to do about it?" "Make sure our eggs don't break! 15 days is too painful to wait for another clutch if ours breaks by accident." She turned, smiling, using her wing to lower her hat so the dust would stay out of her eyes a bit more as she twisted her tail to brush against him, "I can't stop you from worrying about our clutches, so I'll just ask you. Do you trust this clan?" Lorahkne grunted, "Depends on who. I don't trust Rutthe one bit. He has that odd accent of no land and he seems to like staring at you from far. Bassoon's okay. She's just a little female, and a Fae at that. It's upsetting she's so anxious here, maybe because of how fragile she is and how tough it is here. Burnskull deserves to rot away in The Scarred Wasteland for being so evil- but searing loyal somehow-, Sockish would be trustworthy, if she didn't shy away when we feasted many times together or stutter so much. Ashley's very sweet and knows how to run very fast, even in areas of lots of trees, Hsadontus is cool, He's my brother almost, and Bastianne, uhh... she's nice." Just as he said Bastianne, Naaroq frowned. When he had finished she demanded, fur on her shoulders spiking a bit and her lips rumbling smoothly back to show her teeth as she spoke, "Nice, huh? You're glad she's too young to mate. Because if you said anything AT ALL, I'd say cheerfully, "You're being banished!" And not because I'm supreme. But because of the law. DON'T replace your mate." Lorahkne turned and growled, narrowing both his eyes angrily, "I'm not like that!" Naaroq shrugged, "Okay. Not the point. My point is... Would you trust our clan enough to watch our eggs? To feed our hatchlings while I hunt and direct this, and you battle? I may have free time after morning or afternoon hunts, but I will not be here all the time." He thought quickly, tapping his foreclaws on the stone, "I can imagine Ashley being a dope and breaking them by sitting on them, and Sockish is okay, she just might be worried about breaking them and accidentally actually doing it. Hmm, who else? Bastianne's.... Uh... Too big.... And I seriously don't want a male watching my clutch alone." Naaroq giggled, lowering her head, "You're forgetting someone." "Who..? Oh! Bassoon? She's so young though... Younger than everyone in our clan... And small... Would she be able to defend our clutches?" He received a gooey smile from Naaroq, little dots at her cheeks, "Yes, she will. If not we can take her to fight with us for a bit. She'd be helpful with her gentle touch, her gentle wings, her gentle eyes, her gentle everything!"*