Ketamime

It is nighttime in the depths of the tropical rainforests. There should be little activity here, but more is running amok than a normal eye would be able to catch. Flying silently from tree to tree, a young dragon by the name of Ketamine prepares to catch her prey. Her sharp eyes scan the area, acutely tracking the runaway food. As she flies, a rare mistake comes, her wings snapping against branches.

She stumbles to the ground, growling very softly and shaking herself off before continuing. Even with the hinderance of her wings, it should be no problem for her to catch and eat her meal. In the cold night, she thrives here. Dawn will not come for a few more hours, and her prey can not have gone far. Her nostrils pick up the faint scent of a delicious meal, and she begins to pick up into a sprint.

Still able to leap and climb, she scales trees, ascending ever higher to track a small group of poisonous moths. Her slim body blends in well with the thick trunks of the rainforest’s trees her eyes constantly scanning for anyone who might steal her dinner. Finally, she is closing in. But at the last minute, another predator has come and gone. They stole her meal. The moths are gone.

Ketamine thinks of a new strategy and thinks on it without hesitation, leaping through each tree without words. She prepares her tummy toxin, ready to get a bigger meal, as the grub theif looks very big and tasty. There comes a point in the forest where this land creature cannot keep running, and she knows this. A single concentrated leap and bite, and it’s all over. The predator, a boar with a strong stomach, is dead, and it’s all hers to eat. She’ll have to wait for her wings to heal, but for now her meal has been secured. She’ll be full for days now.