Post by Taxx on Oct 15, 2018 12:08:49 GMT -5
10th Pass, 6th Turn, 2nd Month
Shame she didn't have a ledge- they were so perfect for giving a dragon the chance to overlook the Weyr, as well as placing oneself in a proper position to be noticed and admired. Which was why she'd made temporary use of an as-yet unused ledge. Ishal had remained in their shared weyr, possibly shoving any number of items scattered about either under the bed or in her trunk. Someone should teach you to keep your place neater, she crooned, teasing as she watched a smaller green flit past to settle on the Rim.
Isn't that what you're doing? Ishal bantered back, a laugh obvious in her tone, and Sleeduth shook out her wings.
I suppose it is. Sleeduth half-spread her wings, arching her neck to stare toward the beast pens, that itching need growing stronger as she eyed them, a slow-burning hunger rising within her. Not just for food, but that was part of it. She didn't just want it, she needed it. To fill herself to bursting, to fly, to demonstrate her prowess and encourage her males to prove theirs.
Go on, you silly thing, go on. They'll chase, I promise you.
I suppose, the green replied again, more distantly now, but she was in the air in the next moment, hurling herself toward the beast pens and flattening a small one, claws sinking into yielding flesh as others exploded into panic. There was hardly a fight to remind the green to blood; that was what she wanted. She knew what to do, and she did it quickly, if not very cleanly. She hardly cared about the blood smeared across her muzzle, the trails of it down her neck, as she struck another herdbeast down and blooded it as well.
Two was enough. She could feel it in her belly, giving strength to wings already more than strong enough to carry her wherever she wanted to go. So, with a rumble of encouragement to whatever males had seen and opted to chase, Sleeduth spread her wings once more and hurled herself straight upward.
Shame she didn't have a ledge- they were so perfect for giving a dragon the chance to overlook the Weyr, as well as placing oneself in a proper position to be noticed and admired. Which was why she'd made temporary use of an as-yet unused ledge. Ishal had remained in their shared weyr, possibly shoving any number of items scattered about either under the bed or in her trunk. Someone should teach you to keep your place neater, she crooned, teasing as she watched a smaller green flit past to settle on the Rim.
Isn't that what you're doing? Ishal bantered back, a laugh obvious in her tone, and Sleeduth shook out her wings.
I suppose it is. Sleeduth half-spread her wings, arching her neck to stare toward the beast pens, that itching need growing stronger as she eyed them, a slow-burning hunger rising within her. Not just for food, but that was part of it. She didn't just want it, she needed it. To fill herself to bursting, to fly, to demonstrate her prowess and encourage her males to prove theirs.
Go on, you silly thing, go on. They'll chase, I promise you.
I suppose, the green replied again, more distantly now, but she was in the air in the next moment, hurling herself toward the beast pens and flattening a small one, claws sinking into yielding flesh as others exploded into panic. There was hardly a fight to remind the green to blood; that was what she wanted. She knew what to do, and she did it quickly, if not very cleanly. She hardly cared about the blood smeared across her muzzle, the trails of it down her neck, as she struck another herdbeast down and blooded it as well.
Two was enough. She could feel it in her belly, giving strength to wings already more than strong enough to carry her wherever she wanted to go. So, with a rumble of encouragement to whatever males had seen and opted to chase, Sleeduth spread her wings once more and hurled herself straight upward.