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05-07-2017, 06:40 AM
The golden dragon who roosted amongst the trees watched with golden eyes, his irises wide in the twilight as he noted the little shadow that ducked and dived, darted and danced through the foliage of his home. He was silent, still, his hues muted by the moonlight and fog: he was the perfect predator.
Yet, he knew this was not prey. He knew this child (for what else could she be, being so small and playful?) was not for eating, for feasting upon, though her meat would surely be satisfying in his stomach. Who's not prey? came the question from his bonded, who was curious to know why Dramyrth would be considering eating (or not eating) anything.
A sigh huffed through the dragon's slitted nostrils, a thin trail of smoke leaving them. He sent a general idea of his thoughts along the bond, and felt his beloved's curiosity pique upon receipt. There's a child up there? With you? she asked, and he could feel the worry colour her thoughts, and swiftly reacted to quell it. She is capable flier, and not afraid, was all he managed, as his still somewhat immature mind grasped for the appropriate words.
I'm coming closer, the decisive thought arrived immediately after, as he knew it would, and he felt his bonded move along the forest floor below towards where he was hidden.
"Hello?" drifted the gentle tones of the dragonmare not moments later, kind and soft, singsong in its melodic intonation, inviting and warm. A branch bent then, as the filly alighted upon it, weighing it down. "Is someone up there?" came the secondary question, as the dragonmare looked unsuccessfully in the darkness above for the vague shape her bonded had sent her before.
Yet, he knew this was not prey. He knew this child (for what else could she be, being so small and playful?) was not for eating, for feasting upon, though her meat would surely be satisfying in his stomach. Who's not prey? came the question from his bonded, who was curious to know why Dramyrth would be considering eating (or not eating) anything.
A sigh huffed through the dragon's slitted nostrils, a thin trail of smoke leaving them. He sent a general idea of his thoughts along the bond, and felt his beloved's curiosity pique upon receipt. There's a child up there? With you? she asked, and he could feel the worry colour her thoughts, and swiftly reacted to quell it. She is capable flier, and not afraid, was all he managed, as his still somewhat immature mind grasped for the appropriate words.
I'm coming closer, the decisive thought arrived immediately after, as he knew it would, and he felt his bonded move along the forest floor below towards where he was hidden.
"Hello?" drifted the gentle tones of the dragonmare not moments later, kind and soft, singsong in its melodic intonation, inviting and warm. A branch bent then, as the filly alighted upon it, weighing it down. "Is someone up there?" came the secondary question, as the dragonmare looked unsuccessfully in the darkness above for the vague shape her bonded had sent her before.
Amaris
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@Stellaluna
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
