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06-06-2012, 06:32 AM
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He listens to the squabble and complaint of crows as the great bronze dragonling plunges amidst their flailing wings and snapping beaks. The young dragon is now much larger than the weakling birds, the colt notes admiringly. He watches as the supple armor of his metallic scales glitter in the sunlight as he dives and plays. But the golden-red yearling with grey-blue eyes is groundridden, heavy hooves planted solidly in the soft forest floor covered with rotting pine needles. There is no breeze, but the hot stillness of air against his chest as he breathes. As he watches the dragon hunting crows, he is stuck, anchored, as like to grow wings than a tree unrooting itself and walking to visit a friend. He almost giggles at the thought, but his amusement is cut short as a weakling crow screeches. The dragon plucks his prey from the sky effortlessly and falls gracefully onto his bonded's broad back. Resting the limp carcass carefully across his wither, the half-grown dragon gives a gentle nudge, the coolness of his scales a relief from the oppressing heat of this tallsun. Jackal sighs heavily, although a faint smile graces his face. The bronze squawks as he gathers his game gently and hops from the colt's back, landing gracefully on the plush ground. He begins to feast, although the skinny crow is no great source of meat. Slowly, forest begins to darken ominously. The sun falls swiftly and he can hear the distant rumble of thunder cracking against the hot summer sky. Jackal shudders and the tall trees seem to breathe and cackle. [derp. don't mind the rusty post >___>] ""  |
