amaris

Noise all around, chaos, blood, tar, boiling water. The dragon girl didn't know what to think, what to do - tears burned behind her eyes at the thought of killing this poor beast, and all for what? So that one of them could claim its egg for their own instead of letting nature take its course? What made them worthy of ending life, worthy of deciding who could live and die in this world? And yet, amongst the chaos, the ice and the biting and slashing, the fire and the water splashing, the beast finally fell, leaving only the jaw's empty, hollow laughter in its wake. As others scrambled or licked their wounds, the girl flew higher, grateful for her wings, and for once in her life, for the scales that lined her hide, that protected her. Dragons strong, one of her companions commented, in a tone that much suggested she was simply pointing out an obvious feature. I was lucky, Amaris replied quietly, her golden gaze looking below to see the group effort being taken to turn the creature over.

The girl was conflicted, the jawbone's words cutting her deep. I did not want to kill it, she murmured, to herself or her companions, she didn't really know. They left her to her thoughts, knowing there was little else to say. For dragons, death was a large part of survival - the death of one's prey especially. They did not weep as the girl did, they did not care that their actions helped to slay another life - the spirits were dead already anyway, and knew what awaited the creature in its next life. But did it deserve to die?

One thing was for sure, at least. The egg certainly didn't deserve to die.

At least the majority seemed to agree on that as easily as they agreed on ending the life before. The girl watched as they worked, and saw how they attempted to roll the beast over, to expose the sac that would contain the egg, to extract it. Perhaps it was conceited of her to think that their horns would not be enough to cut the sac open, but her scythe could do it. Angling herself so that she would not collide with anyone else, the girl entered a smooth dive, angling herself so that her tucked-in legs were barely inches away from the carcass of the 'monster'. Concentrating hard, she swung her scythe out with hopes to slash the top-most part of the pouch, to expose the egg within. Passing the beast and lifting her flight once more with some hard beats of her wings, she turned to view the situation, hoping to see one of the others who stood close by cradling it safely onto the sands below.

Putting some distance between herself and the rest of those gathered, the girl landed upon the beach, chest heaving from her effort, though she did not look nearly as bad as some others. Amaris felt no sense of triumph, no satisfaction anything that had occurred, she merely looked on with sad, silent eyes, hoping to see something good, something positive happen.

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Hoping the others are successful in rolling the beast over, Amaris flies in to slash at its pouch with her scythe, hoping that someone is able to catch it (or that it lands softly on the sand).

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