@clarax
"M..Meadowsweet?"
"Meadowsweet, get up...please."
Meadowsweet's ears twitched as the frightened whimpers of a hatchling drew her back towards consciousness. Pain began to flood her entire body, from her head to the very tip of her tail, accompanied by recollection of the past events.
She remembered she was soaring above the vast, emerald canopy of the Vidridan Labyrinth, the Behemoth in sight, clutching precious cargo to her chest, a mirror hatchling exaltee named Gallberry. Then, with out warning, excruciating pain struck her wing's bicep, rendering it useless. She remembered plummeting towards the thick forest and how helpless she felt as she and the hatchling neared the canopy. The last thing she remembered was curling into ball around the tiny exaltee right before the tree limbs sliced at her pelt.
A distinct rumble traveling through the ground, but it was their scent that filled her keen nostrils first.
"Get up! S-Something's coming!" Gallberry tugged frantically on her ear.
Centaurs
Her eyes flung open. Relief seem to wash away some of the hatchling's fear now that he knew his protector was alive and awake. Meadowsweet, groaned as she look at her damaged wing. She now knew the source of the intense pain that blotted out her scrapes and aching bones. A large arrow that had impaled her in the wing's bicep. Blood streamed from the ghastly wound, staining her snow white fur crimson. It wasn't her injury that made her blood run cold, it was the the arrow. This thing was big enough to kill a medium sized dragon, like herself, if it had struck her chest. Luckily, the shooter was off on their aim. She recognized that the scent lingering on this deadly weapon matched that of the Centaurs approaching she and Gallberry. They were not Dunhoof.
Meadowsweet turned her attention to the exaltee. He was hunched over, his claws tucked under his body and his two sets of large, watery, emerald eyes were fixed on her. He was uninjured but clearly frightened and whimpering. "Shhh, shhh," Meadowsweet cooed, as she smiled gently. "It'll be alright, little sprout, w will make it to the Gladekeeper, I promise." Hope filled Gallberry's small frame upon hear these reassuring words from his elder. Her warm smile disappeared as she felt the hoofbeats grow closer under her claws. She could practically taste their stench on her tongue. If these hostile Centaurs were out for her head, she feared to imagine what they would do with Gallberry. They needed to move, now. Meadowsweet bit back the pain coursing through her body and forced herself to stand. Fueled by motherly instinct, she grabbed the hatchling by his scruff and she limped towards the undergrowth as fast as her sore legs could carry her.
Galloping through the trees, the horse-bodied warriors spotted the injured Tundra. A trail of blood and her white fur betrayed her. The pelt of this dragon would make a nice trophy for Briartail's herd, maybe her skull would make a nice gift to the Great Harpy, Talona. However, the Briartail dragon hunters did not expect her to carrying a Mirror hatchling. The Centaurs had know way of knowing if it was hers nor did they care, but they all agreed that it needed to destroyed before it grew into a bloodthirsty dragon. The Briartail huntress locked her cold gaze on the limping female, Tundra. She held her breath, pulling back on her bow string and aimed for the white Tundra's chest. This time, she won't miss.
WHOOSH
Meadow roared in agony, dropping Gallberry from her gaping mouth, as an arrow pierced the side of her chest. Gallberry squeaked as tumbled across the damp forest floor. Dazed, he scrambled to his feet only to find that Meadowsweet had collapsed on her belly, her foreclaws clutching the soft earth beneath them. The Tundra's face was contorted in pain and her breathing was a sharp wheeze. Gallberry's heart sank when he noticed another arrow protruding from her side. Meadowsweet looked up at Gallberry, her eyes where filled with sadness and pain. "Run." she wheezed.
Gallberry hesitated, blinking in surprise. "Meado-?"
"RUN!!" Meadowsweet roared, flashing her frighteningly, long canines as her voice rolled over Gallberry like thunder.
She watched has the hatchling sprinted away into the undergrowth. "Gladekeeper, have mercy." She whispered. Meadowsweet felt a lump grow in her throat as was she faced with the grim realization that she was going to die here. She would never see her clan, her father, or her mate, Agaric, in life again. There probably wouldn't be a body for them to bury. This would destroy Agaric. She only hoped her death would give Gallberry a chance to make it to safety. The Briartails approached her and feeling her blood boil, Meadowsweet curled her lips back and snarled. If they were going to kill her, by Behemoth, she was going to make them work for it.
"M..Meadowsweet?"
"Meadowsweet, get up...please."
Meadowsweet's ears twitched as the frightened whimpers of a hatchling drew her back towards consciousness. Pain began to flood her entire body, from her head to the very tip of her tail, accompanied by recollection of the past events.
She remembered she was soaring above the vast, emerald canopy of the Vidridan Labyrinth, the Behemoth in sight, clutching precious cargo to her chest, a mirror hatchling exaltee named Gallberry. Then, with out warning, excruciating pain struck her wing's bicep, rendering it useless. She remembered plummeting towards the thick forest and how helpless she felt as she and the hatchling neared the canopy. The last thing she remembered was curling into ball around the tiny exaltee right before the tree limbs sliced at her pelt.
A distinct rumble traveling through the ground, but it was their scent that filled her keen nostrils first.
"Get up! S-Something's coming!" Gallberry tugged frantically on her ear.
Centaurs
Her eyes flung open. Relief seem to wash away some of the hatchling's fear now that he knew his protector was alive and awake. Meadowsweet, groaned as she look at her damaged wing. She now knew the source of the intense pain that blotted out her scrapes and aching bones. A large arrow that had impaled her in the wing's bicep. Blood streamed from the ghastly wound, staining her snow white fur crimson. It wasn't her injury that made her blood run cold, it was the the arrow. This thing was big enough to kill a medium sized dragon, like herself, if it had struck her chest. Luckily, the shooter was off on their aim. She recognized that the scent lingering on this deadly weapon matched that of the Centaurs approaching she and Gallberry. They were not Dunhoof.
Meadowsweet turned her attention to the exaltee. He was hunched over, his claws tucked under his body and his two sets of large, watery, emerald eyes were fixed on her. He was uninjured but clearly frightened and whimpering. "Shhh, shhh," Meadowsweet cooed, as she smiled gently. "It'll be alright, little sprout, w will make it to the Gladekeeper, I promise." Hope filled Gallberry's small frame upon hear these reassuring words from his elder. Her warm smile disappeared as she felt the hoofbeats grow closer under her claws. She could practically taste their stench on her tongue. If these hostile Centaurs were out for her head, she feared to imagine what they would do with Gallberry. They needed to move, now. Meadowsweet bit back the pain coursing through her body and forced herself to stand. Fueled by motherly instinct, she grabbed the hatchling by his scruff and she limped towards the undergrowth as fast as her sore legs could carry her.
Galloping through the trees, the horse-bodied warriors spotted the injured Tundra. A trail of blood and her white fur betrayed her. The pelt of this dragon would make a nice trophy for Briartail's herd, maybe her skull would make a nice gift to the Great Harpy, Talona. However, the Briartail dragon hunters did not expect her to carrying a Mirror hatchling. The Centaurs had know way of knowing if it was hers nor did they care, but they all agreed that it needed to destroyed before it grew into a bloodthirsty dragon. The Briartail huntress locked her cold gaze on the limping female, Tundra. She held her breath, pulling back on her bow string and aimed for the white Tundra's chest. This time, she won't miss.
WHOOSH
Meadow roared in agony, dropping Gallberry from her gaping mouth, as an arrow pierced the side of her chest. Gallberry squeaked as tumbled across the damp forest floor. Dazed, he scrambled to his feet only to find that Meadowsweet had collapsed on her belly, her foreclaws clutching the soft earth beneath them. The Tundra's face was contorted in pain and her breathing was a sharp wheeze. Gallberry's heart sank when he noticed another arrow protruding from her side. Meadowsweet looked up at Gallberry, her eyes where filled with sadness and pain. "Run." she wheezed.
Gallberry hesitated, blinking in surprise. "Meado-?"
"RUN!!" Meadowsweet roared, flashing her frighteningly, long canines as her voice rolled over Gallberry like thunder.
She watched has the hatchling sprinted away into the undergrowth. "Gladekeeper, have mercy." She whispered. Meadowsweet felt a lump grow in her throat as was she faced with the grim realization that she was going to die here. She would never see her clan, her father, or her mate, Agaric, in life again. There probably wouldn't be a body for them to bury. This would destroy Agaric. She only hoped her death would give Gallberry a chance to make it to safety. The Briartails approached her and feeling her blood boil, Meadowsweet curled her lips back and snarled. If they were going to kill her, by Behemoth, she was going to make them work for it.