Page 5 of Grumpy Dragon Christmas

Sarkarnii are supposed to be considered dangerous, as in “kill the Sarkarnii before he kills you” dangerous. No one has ever laughed at me.

Save for this scrap of a…I inhale deeply…female. A female who smells absolutely divine, like she’s been sent from the ancestors. A female who makes my hips twitch in an alarming way, which they absolutely should not do.

“Why are you laughing?” I snarl out.

“I can’t…” She doubles over, clutching her stomach. “I can’t help it. It’s not you. I’m sorry.”

I don’t like the laughter, not because I don’t hear such a thing on a regular basis, but because there is an edge to it.

“Don’t…” I say, unable to stop the growl in my voice.

She sits up, swallows, and instead all I can see is the moisture hovering in her bright, beautiful eyes.

“Sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just…”

Before she can finish her sentence, on the other side of the Kitchik settlement, the fuel store erupts in a huge fireball. I grin. It’s the only thing which can make me smile these days. Even if it’s probably closer to a grimace. My tail lashes with enjoyment.

“Did you…” The female has got to her feet. “Did you do that?”

It’s as if she knows my work.

“I did,” I say proudly. “It’s about time something burned in this place.” I chuckle, darkly.

The female shakes her head androlls her eyes. This is not the reaction I should be getting, at all.

There should be screams. There should be running.

I’d love it if she ran.

My nevving hips twitch again at the thought of pursing this tasty snack, only what I want to eat is not her flesh…not exactly.

It’s my turn to shake my head, to clear it of such thoughts. All creatures on Kitchik are only here to stop me achieving my goal. Getting the nev off this planetoid.

She’s a distraction.

And if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was put here by the mayor for that exact reason, to distract me from getting what I need. I growl at her.

The female holds her ground, not even acknowledging my growl. Instead she’s staring at me with interest. An interest my cock has not missed. It’s pressing at my pouch with an urgency I can’t ever remember having.

“What?” I ask.

“I’m just marveling how all Sarkarnii are the same,” she replies.

“We are not all the same,” I retort with a snarl.

“I know another red Sarkarnii who enjoys blowing things up almost as much.”

I snap my teeth until her words penetrate my brain.

“You’vemet other Sarkarnii?” This little scrap of a female of indeterminate species cannot have met other Sarkarnii.

“They brought me here.”

“There wereSarkarnii? Here?” I’m gaping at her.

How did I not know this? Why didn’t Qrow tell me? This is what I pay him for!

When I pay him.

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