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09-08-2012, 01:01 PM
It did not take long until the fear-inspiring scent of their pet predator came carried on the wind. He knew that she was, to them, harmless, yet it sent a natural thrill down his spine. Blinking in the oncoming darkness he waited for her tawny form to appear, and soon it did, materializing from the thickening fog and padding up to him. She was queer to watch, as if liquid magic rippled along her edges and bent her structures to its will. Clearly she did not rearrange herself when switching from four-footed to two-legged, but it still looked alien and unnatural to him.
She was rather clear-sighed, offering her input in a way that seemed almost like a riddle, sitting down in front of the peering monarch. Oh, yes. Xira. She'd been at him, again, and he'd shaken her off. It was irking him, but two things kept him from storming down to the Throat and hollering at them: the first, most immediate, was the fragile egg lying across his chest, only thin skin and a hard shell separating its flesh from his. It was too precious to risk. The second reason was Snö. Her and Monster's scents had been missing around the Edge for a while now, and it was bothering him enough to effectively prevent him flying into "rage mode". "Oh yes, that green bitch from the Throat really wants me as her pet," he growled out, lashing his tail against his hocks. He snorted, though, and tried to shove it aside. "The reason King Unicorn walks alone is that his daughter is missing, and it troubles him. But what is more peculiar, is that fate went through a great ordeal to give him this egg. Like all newborn creatures, it will need food - in this case, meat. He was wondering if maybe Warden Wolf like to help him out, and build a little cache he can have ready for when it hatches?" |
