More dragons and demons approach only to be disguised as off spring. These dragons and demons carry their own burdens brought on by their own emotional stress and confusion. Emotion runs high, confused and dazed and they feel overwhelmed, and set off to panic in an volital explosive way, as if old moist dynamite ready to go off any minute. A mother and protective type I am at times over barring, but distant to give them their own space to figure things out on their own. Ready to catch and carry my little dragon and demon to a safe place to a high tower away from larger predators waiting for the opportunity to make the move on the innocent, chicks. A mother not one to be messed with, ready with sharp claws ready to strike at a moments notice. Confused they are full of emotion, not sure how they should feel about one thing or another. Pressured of the nu-predictability of youth, intimidation and bulling. Rage inside not knowing what actions to take, what direction to turn, who to lean on for support. Is it a friend or is it Mother? I hope it would be me, the Mother that wants to only protect, and help the best way I may know. Only that I am here, ready and willing to sacrifice my beating heart for you alone.