Roleplay

Sometimes it crossed his mind, why so different? Why the difference of food, or growth? Why the difference in sights, and body image? But so rare it came into his mind. Listening to his care taker, listening as they spoke like they knew all. Teaching him dragons were nothing but scum. He listened as if he was in a trance.

His care taker hissed with disgust as he spoke of dragons, knowing how many of his kind have fallen to serve them. Despite Media, the youngling Dragon taken by this creature, Ringlet Amphithere. Something rare, but being nothing but a hatchling at the time, left by his mother, the creature took the young one in. Teaching it to speak, to learn to fight. Wary of shadows and smells that deem foreign. He gave himself a name, something that other Ringlet Amphithere's spoke of, something that Dragons often spoke of. Media. He was not sure what the name meant, yet it felt.. Right to him.

Media was sent on a task, it was his first time leaving without supervision. His task was to bring food home, and he wanted to impress his care taker. With a puffed out chest, the small dragon nodded. His little scaly claws reached out, digging into the cold ground, his body unwrapping as his wings fluttered and scurried off.

He felt proud. To be trusted in such a way. He couldn't help but smile. Media searched, turned over small rocks in hope, yet nothing. After nearly an hour, his own stomach growled. Frowning, he slowly moved along. Not even realizing he grew lost, taking the incorrect turn. Huffing, he soon saw it.. The right sized creature, he could catch it and kill it no problem.

Media spoke in a quiet voice, his eyes darting around. Climbing slowly towards it, he didn't realize that this would turn bad. "Slow.. Come on.. I'm so close.." Right then, he pounced the creature, attacking it and biting it. Slowly, a growl like yawn roared. He felt his stomach flip and twist, watching his target slither away and a larger creature appear, learning his dinner was not as small as he though it was.

@Juneberry

@PastelDeity

Daigoro wasn't usually one to leave the lair to find food- no, it was not her job. In fact, if it were possible, the clan's Priest would lock the large dragon in a cave to keep her from harm. Sadly, Daigoro wasn't the type to let others do all her bidding- and with a few hungry hatchlings of her own at the time, she wanted to make sure there was enough food for everyone in their hoard of ingredients.

With each time her large feet touched the ground, the soil beneath her rumbled. A Guardian breed could be quite intimidating to small creatures, especially with that weight of their bodies rumbling the ground so much. As fearful critters ran to hide, a sigh escaped the long mouth of the green girl.

"Why is such a small dragon seeking food?" She mused, her eyes peering at a strange hatchling she'd never seen before. With bright eyes as yellow as the sun, Daigoro was becoming certain that the child was not a local- this land was certainly not one of the Light dragons- though some did occasionally wander there due to the Viridian Labyrinth having a close proximity to the Sunbeam Ruins. Many of them found solace in her lair- but most weren't found nearby that easily. "Child, what brings you to these Gladeveins? You've trekked quite far from home for food, haven't you? It's a bit early for such a young dragon to be off on their own, don't you think?"

His body tightened at the odd voice, yet his eye kept forward. The hatchling jumped to the side, dodging the large incoming attack. The creature looked to both, taking the hatchling on since it was a easier target. The young small hatchling used his advantage, his small long easy to slid through small spaces body.

At the sight of a sizeable crack within the stone, The dragon snaked himself into the crack for shelter. Whispering his regret of ignorance. Praying that it would take on the large dragon, and maybe take it back for dinner. Better than nothing, he thought to himself.

@Juneberry

@PastelDeity
The grown dragon hadn't expected the food to be fighting back so harshly, let alone make use of her heavy body's tendency to break the ground beneath her. With a grumble, she snuck her tail into the crevice where it could fit and waited for the snake to bite- instantly feeling it try to wrap around her tail before she pulled it up and slammed it on the ground.

Normally, Daigoro was far from a fighter. Then again, she usually didn't leave the lair! But if she hadn't, she wouldn't have this chance to help a youngster- and that was something she was glad to be able to do. Stepping on the snake that squirmed at her feet, she watched it slowly drain its energy fighting back- eventually making it clear it wouldn't move anymore. With a sigh of relief, she pulled back and nudged the snake closer to the hatchling with her tail.

"To the finder go the spoils. Make sure you eat up properly, child. I doubt your way home is a pleasant and simple task."