Sucellus

Sucellus considered himself blessed. He had not one, but two fierce and beautiful mates. Before them he had never considered himself attractive, perhaps from having been told most of his life that his scales and wings were too oddly colored to be appealing. It wasn't until his mates accepted him completely that someone other than his parents told him he was handsome, and his mates even went so far as to wax poetic about how supple and appealing they found all of him including his unique color and fluttering blush tinted wings.

His level of happiness was now equal, if not eclipsed by his level of rage. Someone had dared to touch their mate. Taken the mother of his hatchlings and the owner of his heart. How DARE they! From the looks on their faces his clan mates had expected him to be the calm one. To speak to Abaddon and curb the destruction burning in his mates eyes. To keep the destruction to a minimum. More fools them. He had no intention of calming his remaining mate. On the contrary. They would be shoulder to shoulder, razing the worlds of everyone and everything that dared to get between them and their mate!

Nothing and no one would get between them and getting back the jewel of their heart. Woe to them that tried!

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