It was an honest mistake. He has never seen jellyfish before; strange, translucent creatures with tentacles that dangle like shimmering vines from their queer, bell-shaped bodies. When he came upon one stranded and prone in the sand, it's only natural that curiosity got the better of him. Alas, the leviathan may be an adult now, but he has not outgrown his childish tendency to put things of interest into his mouth or to touch them with his sensitive velvet nose.

Somewhat fortunately, in this case it was the latter. The dragons howl with laughter as he recoils from the cruel, cruel tentacles, going cross-eyed in a vain attempt to look at the sting marks on his nose.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," he growls, lacing his ears back into his mane and having a thunderous little temper tantrum right on top of the jellyfish. He doesn't rest until it's been trampled into dozens of shiny little pieces, never to slither back into the ocean and inflict further misery on sea-going equines. The pain in his nose is acute; the area around his nostrils immediately swells and throbs, and he can hardly feel his whiskers.

If only he knew that one of the best ways to cure a jellyfish sting is to piss on it. That'd certainly give him an interesting anatomical conundrum.

With his eyes watering from the agony, the behemoth begins to wander along the beach in search of any other jellyfish that he can brutally stamp to bits in a futile display of revenge. He finds none; instead, he finds a mare. She is familiar, this one. It is Zhu's mother, the woman to bring him the unwelcome news that he had fathered a child with her. Of course, now he has the boy, he wouldn't want to be without him, but the initial shock had been quite something. He shoots a sideways glance to her companion, in a form he's never seen before, and his mind idly glides back to his dragons, who are happily feasting on bits of dead jellyfish (not the tentacles) further along the beach. "Hello, Sikeax." Brownie points for remembering her name despite the fact he'd been in the starting throes of an child-induced aneurysm when she told him it!

He doesn't quite know what to say to a woman he's bedded but who evidently has no time for him, and who would probably rather converse with one of the jellyfish than with him. He's in too much pain to care, and is unaware that her bonded has just suffered a similar fate. "Watch out for the tentacled beasts; they sting." See, isn't he a gentleman! Warning one of his women not to touch the jelly-demons! He fixes her with his somewhat awkward red gaze, his swollen nose still throbbing like the rhythm of a drum.