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01-29-2013, 02:18 PM
The dragon is a swift hunter in the skies, and the falcons, preoccupied with each other and the small scurrying of mice below, do not at first recognize the threat as it rises.
Only when the glint of sunlight off those smooth scales dazzles the gaze of the female falcon, does she scream out in protest. Her wings cut the wing as she shoots back and away, but her mate is not as swift. His head twists back the moment she screams, the presence of a another suddenly felt and the descent of a shadow overhead a sign of doom. His body tilted to the left, aiming to drop down, but the dragon's talons snagged in his feathers before gravity could lull him away.
His jugular is free from the attack, but the hooked talons of the beast cut deep into the sides of the falcon, blood quickly leaping to the surface. Agony splits from the hooked beak of the raptor and for the first time, he knows how all those mice have felt.
The female can but watch as her mate is tangled in the grip of a mightier predator. She launches an attack at the dragon at first, harrying the creature with swoops and dives just barely clearing it with every pass, her talons occasionally striking out at its face. All the while she is screaming; it's an alarm to anyone nearby, and a wail of hysteria from one who is about to lose everything they hold dear.
