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Post by Tyira on Dec 20, 2011 13:00:17 GMT -5
Nilama giggled and pulled in her wings for a vertical dive. "Yee-haw!"
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Post by Woodsy on Dec 20, 2011 13:05:06 GMT -5
Morne flipped on his back to stare at the sky with the elegant dragon silhouette against the piercing blue sky. At the last minute he spun around and let the air catch in his wings. The sudden burst filled his heart with excitement as the ember dragon flew backwards in the air.
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Post by Tyira on Dec 20, 2011 13:21:09 GMT -5
"Backwards? Cool!" Nilama did as Morne did.
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Post by Woodsy on Dec 23, 2011 12:36:18 GMT -5
The young ember watched with excitement as Nilama twirled through the air like him.
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Post by Tyira on Dec 23, 2011 12:48:14 GMT -5
"I'm hungry," she moaned. "When can we eat?"
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Post by Woodsy on Dec 23, 2011 12:51:49 GMT -5
Morne landed on a ledge and surveyed the area. A herd of deer rested peacefully in the valley below them, but he doubted they could ever catch one. On the other hand, a weak, old one would be an easy kill. "Let's hunt."
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Post by Tyira on Dec 23, 2011 13:26:03 GMT -5
"Those deer?" Nilama smiled, the hunt beginning to course through her veins. "Which one?"
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Post by Woodsy on Dec 23, 2011 13:34:13 GMT -5
"Do you see the one missing an antler? Near the edge? He looks weak enough to pick off, if we work together."
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Post by Tyira on Dec 23, 2011 13:53:42 GMT -5
"Alright. I'll go in on the left." The young dragon swooped down and into the shadows.
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Post by Woodsy on Dec 23, 2011 14:15:17 GMT -5
Morne nodded and discretely moved in on the right. The old stag barely seemed to notice the change in atmosphere and all of his herd moving away. All the fawn who had been listening to his old strung tales were quickly called away by there mothers. "...and so, one day a young dragon made of fire will bring about a changing era for the dragons. He will have watched his mother and father fall in to different ways and he will chose the one to bring balance to the dragons. He is the Prophecy." Morne stopped in utter astonishment. He could understand the deer's words. He watched as Nilama crept in though and quickly regained control of his mind and stomach. The old stag was down in a second.
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Post by Tyira on Dec 23, 2011 14:18:28 GMT -5
Nilama swiftly bit its neck and smiled with the love of her kill. "Can we eat?"
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Post by Woodsy on Dec 23, 2011 14:22:31 GMT -5
"Of course! Don't ask me for permission, it was your kill anyway." The words of the dead deer nagged at the back of his head. A dragon made of fire...mother and father fall...different ways... What did those words have to do with him that the stung his heart so!
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Post by Tyira on Dec 23, 2011 14:26:42 GMT -5
Nilama sank her teeth into the deer's flesh. "Mmm," she moaned softly. "Delicious."
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Post by Woodsy on Dec 23, 2011 14:35:57 GMT -5
Morne walked forward and sniffed the deer before taking a huge bite. "Yes, delicious."
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Post by Tyira on Dec 23, 2011 14:40:09 GMT -5
Soon, their meal was gone. Nilama was about to speak, but was cut off. "Hello, children. Where're your parents?"
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