Post by Azkadee on Jun 16, 2010 0:15:13 GMT 2
BLUUUUURP!
Azkadee had been sunning herself after a rather satisfying meal, but she lifted a clawed forepaw to her snout to daintily cover her mouth. <Excuse me,> she muttered. She wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular unless the bear trundling past was in someway offended by her gas. It paused, curiously scenting her kill and Az’s white eyes narrowed in irritation. <Bugger off, fuzzy. Go and get your own.> Her tail flicked out, rolling the bear off her rocky outlook. A small chuckle rumbled from the lithe, young dragon as she heard the bear bouncing through the brush. As an afterthought, Az pushed most of her scattered leftovers down after it. It had been a delightful meal of a rather tasty horse… and the Rider trainee that had been at the reins. Humans had such a peculiar flavor to them and it was one that Az simply could not get used to. Still, that was one less nasty little two-legger cluttering up the realm.
BLUURP!
Curse them for being determined to give her indigestion in death as well as life.
With disinterest, Az picked her teeth with a femur bone, human or equine, she didn’t particularly know before tossing it casually aside. Tummy full and wonderfully warmed by the heat of the day, Az unfolded out her wings, letting the muscles stretch in a most pleasant way. With a strong downbeat, Az took to the air, climbing up toward the puffy little clouds that matched her own shiny scales. She flicked in and out of sight, blending with the nimbo-stratus and cumulus before dropping down and freefalling. Nothing made Az happier than the freedom of flight. Coasting along the rocky crags of Beicwyr Draig, Az pulled up short. There was a human nearby. Not one of those reeking Riders, but someone else and they were quite alone. The offensive scent was familiar and Az growled deep in her chest.
Thumping down heavily, the white dragon did not worry about an element of surprise. More than likely the small figure she had touched down in front of already knew she was near. <What brings the little witch to this place? Off to visit your precious Riders?> Az looked higher up the mountain where the Riders and the blood traitors that acted as their mounts resided before extending her long neck toward the familiar woman, barring her teeth in a dragon’s version of a grin. <Or did you just miss me, Aila?>
Azkadee had been sunning herself after a rather satisfying meal, but she lifted a clawed forepaw to her snout to daintily cover her mouth. <Excuse me,> she muttered. She wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular unless the bear trundling past was in someway offended by her gas. It paused, curiously scenting her kill and Az’s white eyes narrowed in irritation. <Bugger off, fuzzy. Go and get your own.> Her tail flicked out, rolling the bear off her rocky outlook. A small chuckle rumbled from the lithe, young dragon as she heard the bear bouncing through the brush. As an afterthought, Az pushed most of her scattered leftovers down after it. It had been a delightful meal of a rather tasty horse… and the Rider trainee that had been at the reins. Humans had such a peculiar flavor to them and it was one that Az simply could not get used to. Still, that was one less nasty little two-legger cluttering up the realm.
BLUURP!
Curse them for being determined to give her indigestion in death as well as life.
With disinterest, Az picked her teeth with a femur bone, human or equine, she didn’t particularly know before tossing it casually aside. Tummy full and wonderfully warmed by the heat of the day, Az unfolded out her wings, letting the muscles stretch in a most pleasant way. With a strong downbeat, Az took to the air, climbing up toward the puffy little clouds that matched her own shiny scales. She flicked in and out of sight, blending with the nimbo-stratus and cumulus before dropping down and freefalling. Nothing made Az happier than the freedom of flight. Coasting along the rocky crags of Beicwyr Draig, Az pulled up short. There was a human nearby. Not one of those reeking Riders, but someone else and they were quite alone. The offensive scent was familiar and Az growled deep in her chest.
Thumping down heavily, the white dragon did not worry about an element of surprise. More than likely the small figure she had touched down in front of already knew she was near. <What brings the little witch to this place? Off to visit your precious Riders?> Az looked higher up the mountain where the Riders and the blood traitors that acted as their mounts resided before extending her long neck toward the familiar woman, barring her teeth in a dragon’s version of a grin. <Or did you just miss me, Aila?>