First Hunt, First Blood
Rorin had grown old enough to hunt. Thank the gods.
Edan had decided the best course of action was to train him up himself, at least until he’d learned enough to head out with Sol and Ila.
The “little mirror” had outgrown his title - a recent growth spurt had brought him to about a head taller than Edan was. It looked ridiculous; he was awkward and gangly, with no muscle mass built at all yet.
They’d be working on that.
“So, first things off,” Edan started, casually scanning the area before speeding up to a trot. “We’re going to get you sprinting.”
“Sprinting?” Rorin questioned, cocking his head to the side before scrambling to keep up.
“Yep! Sprinting! Bursts of speed!” Edan replied, lashing his tail. “You’re a mirror! You’re fast - or you
will be once you stop flailing your legs everywhere. There’s nothing around worth catching, so just focus on keeping up. And watch how I move.”
Rorin didn’t have time to respond before Edan was running at full pelt, dashing through the undergrowth with all the speed and poise he could manage. Already far in the distance, he heard Rorin let out a frustrated huff before crashing through the twigs behind him.
“Hah!” Edan snorted, slowing only to cast a glance behind himself. “I already lost you! Use your second sight! Come on!”
He heard Rorin’s distant footfalls stop, then shuffle and change direction.
Edan laughed and resumed his run, now confident the younger mirror was catching up. “Now try to pay attention to what you’re stepping on! Prey will hear you for
miles like that.”
Rorin tripped, smacking into a tree’s roots with a loud yelp.
Edan sighed and circled back around, sitting on his haunches next to his prone clanmate.
“So… good start,” he began slowly. Rorin groaned and turned away.
And then he gasped.
“Edan,
I see something.”
Edan turned to where the younger mirror was staring in horror, and soon saw just why.
There was something draconic deeper in the trees - no, two things, two heat signatures, one large and one small. The small one was thrashing, and the larger one was simply collapsed on the ground, sleeping or unconscious. Strange bursts of heat - possibly excess magic - seemed to be coming from them.
“Stay behind me, Rorin,” Edan ordered, turning and stalking toward the unknown dragons. “Might need help, might be a trap.”
Rorin shifted to his feet and crept behind him, not saying a word as they carefully made their way over.
There was blood. Lots of blood. Edan was vaguely surprised that the skydancer was still alive, but her heat signature proved it. It was at first hard to tell exactly
where it was coming from, but once he rolled her over it was quite obvious.
She’d lost an arm. And recently. The other was wrapped tightly around a flailing hatchling with eyes like he’d never seen before - each was a damned inferno, but there wasn’t time to dwell on that.
“Rorin, I need you to fly ahead and bring Solveig to me,” he said, pulling a wrap from around his wrist and tying off the bleeding stump. “We need their healing magic now if she’s going to survive.”
Hey guys know how I hatched a double from an egg I got in coli?
Well
, I just hatched a PRIMAL from an egg I got scavenging.
YEP. I feel like it's karmic payoff for the fact I broke my toe today. Fun fact, I wrote most of this on my phone while waiting at the clinic. ouo;;
It's been a weird day.
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