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As the sun finished it’s descent over the hillside a soft indigo soaked into the surroundings. Nothing but a gentle breeze disturbed her. Solitude and silence consumed her and she drank back from it in turn. Through the slowly swaying branches the orange glow of her eyes grew brighter as she focused on the downward slope ahead. Miraev watched as a lone deer wandered up and down the field with its snout to the earth. Solitude is not for everyone, she thought mockingly. A bird called further south prompting the animal to lift its head momentarily, leisurely scanning the landscape, before happily returning to the bountiful meal at its feet.
There were a few options at this point. She could have launched herself into the sky for an aerial attack, snatching her prey from above. She could have slithered and crept along the ground and taken the animal before it had a chance to sense her. Instead a scream burst from the foliage that concealed her as Miraev shot like an arrow aimed for the solitary deer. Her blood red wings lay flat to her back as she sprinted down the valley. Targeted, the herbivore bleated and with no other option attempted to flee. It was a knowingly feeble gesture. The dragon who was a blur of mottled black and red and flashing fangs and talons descended upon her victim, both of them releasing guttural, instinctive noises. One of helpless death and one of the sweet release of a kill.
Solitude is not for the weak
Her slender snout shimmered black with blood in the coming moonlight. Sometimes it was just right to feel that rush. Were there easier ways to eat? Of course, but nothing quite as satisfying. From a satchel tucked under a wing she pulled a knife and began dissecting her meal, separating cuts of meat to save for later. The rusty luminescence of her eyes was practically the only light on the plain, but Miraev wasn’t bothered. She had always been one comfortable with herself and the night.
There wasn’t much to do now but make a camp for the night. The female had been on her own for a while now and could fairly efficiently set herself up comfortably for a day or two. Not that she liked to be settled for too long, but a place to rest one’s head was definitely a comfort she wasn’t about to part with. Hiking back up the slope she began to clear a space and set out a few supplies. A fire was not on the agenda; too likely to arouse attention. There was a difference between hiding out and simply not wanting to be bothered. Miraev had decided long ago the distinction didn’t matter, and the rules to live by were essentially the same. However, as she unrolled a makeshift pillow from her belongings she kept a sharp ear tuned around her. It sounded as if she may have company.
As the sun finished it’s descent over the hillside a soft indigo soaked into the surroundings. Nothing but a gentle breeze disturbed her. Solitude and silence consumed her and she drank back from it in turn. Through the slowly swaying branches the orange glow of her eyes grew brighter as she focused on the downward slope ahead. Miraev watched as a lone deer wandered up and down the field with its snout to the earth. Solitude is not for everyone, she thought mockingly. A bird called further south prompting the animal to lift its head momentarily, leisurely scanning the landscape, before happily returning to the bountiful meal at its feet.
There were a few options at this point. She could have launched herself into the sky for an aerial attack, snatching her prey from above. She could have slithered and crept along the ground and taken the animal before it had a chance to sense her. Instead a scream burst from the foliage that concealed her as Miraev shot like an arrow aimed for the solitary deer. Her blood red wings lay flat to her back as she sprinted down the valley. Targeted, the herbivore bleated and with no other option attempted to flee. It was a knowingly feeble gesture. The dragon who was a blur of mottled black and red and flashing fangs and talons descended upon her victim, both of them releasing guttural, instinctive noises. One of helpless death and one of the sweet release of a kill.
Solitude is not for the weak
Her slender snout shimmered black with blood in the coming moonlight. Sometimes it was just right to feel that rush. Were there easier ways to eat? Of course, but nothing quite as satisfying. From a satchel tucked under a wing she pulled a knife and began dissecting her meal, separating cuts of meat to save for later. The rusty luminescence of her eyes was practically the only light on the plain, but Miraev wasn’t bothered. She had always been one comfortable with herself and the night.
There wasn’t much to do now but make a camp for the night. The female had been on her own for a while now and could fairly efficiently set herself up comfortably for a day or two. Not that she liked to be settled for too long, but a place to rest one’s head was definitely a comfort she wasn’t about to part with. Hiking back up the slope she began to clear a space and set out a few supplies. A fire was not on the agenda; too likely to arouse attention. There was a difference between hiding out and simply not wanting to be bothered. Miraev had decided long ago the distinction didn’t matter, and the rules to live by were essentially the same. However, as she unrolled a makeshift pillow from her belongings she kept a sharp ear tuned around her. It sounded as if she may have company.