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excuse us while we sing to the sky - Rebekka - June 10, 2016
a.w but perhaps @Dio?
The girl became restless, more than once in a day. She suffered from boredom, needing to always be moving, always working, always for something. But now, there was nothing to hunt. No animals to stalk, no wildlife to stalk behind. Slowly, buds of regrowth sprung from the grounds but slowly wasn't fast enough. The dark muzzled female paced, paced more before digging a hole, then another, and another. There was no need for this action, but she did so anyways. She had always been that way, less inclined to focus but to move, the constant need to move.
By now, she had scouted most of the Drageda territory, and how uneventful it was. She approved of the pack as a whole but she needed to see more. The single mountian was not an easy feat, but she decided to attempt it otherwise. This was harder than it looked, her lack of nutrition and enegry did not assist her but wholefully bring her down. The girl let out a frustruated snarl, louder than she had intended. This could not be how she ended.
RE: excuse us while we sing to the sky - Dio - June 12, 2016
Their return had come and gone smoothly, leaving him to rest his legs from the trip to the coast with the Heda and Gluskap. In all, he was satisfied with it and left to consider a great many things in the meantime as he eased back into the typical routine. This, of course, he did on the solitude of the patrol -- or more recently, the hunt. Hunger left them all lean and suffering. He was done with its company.
Even after flushing out a small rat from the rocks this morning, he still craved the taste of large game -- deer, moose, goat, boar anything sizable. His muzzle wrinkled and he licked his lips. It was cruelty at its finest.
But distraction came in the scent of a Dragon female. Vaguely familiar to his nose alone, he followed it without a second thought, and the sound of a snarl made the tail end of his search easy enough. A few long strides more and he spotted her.
Dio arrived in silence but made it obvious as he looked her over. What troubled her enough for such a snarl? She appeared alone, he smelled no others, so the question seemed clear to him.