She ran, her darling child wrapped in the finest of silks as she widened her wings. Their silver gleamed in the moonlights as she batted them once and lifted into the air. Her arms secured around her son, a small bundle of sage scales and crystal eyes. He looked up at his mother in wonder, not aware of the danger they were in. He cooed and his small scaled hands lifted to touch her, but something dripped from her eyes and landed on his nose. He shook his head and then snuggled back into the silks. She flew, hoping to get away from the man chasing her.
"Amethysm!" Her husband roared, his large red wings speeding him towards her. she held the child tighter, fear rising to her throat. "Give me my son, Harlot!" He ordered, reaching and snagging ahold of her right wing.
"AHH! Release me lest the child and I fall!!" she shrieked as her once lover held her over the sea, her arms still wound about the now sleeping bundle.
"Amthysm, he is not yours to take. You were to return him to the nesting den...he will be a warrior!" His claws dug into her wing and tears spewed from her soft eyes.
"I will not let you send him to battle!"
"And what gives you the thought that a harlot woman has a say!" He snatched the child away and sneered. The baby awoke from being ripped from loving arms and cried as if it were dying.
"Davinde, please....spare my child!" she wept as he dug his talons deeper into her wing, ruining it. Slick black blood left the wound and he lifted her up higher by the wing, his claws slashing into the delicate skin between her bones. He looked away, her pleads and the child's screams mixing in the air as he released her. She plummeted, her wings unable to catch her and he watched his mate crash into the waves below. He shook his head, disappointed. He looked up at the moon and then at the young boy.
"Young one, your mother was of no importance...let the waves carry her and hopefully cleanse her sinful soul."