do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
He screeches into the wind, a juvenile demand for warmth and food in a world that has only given him ice and misery so far. His wings curl forward over his shoulders in an attempt to block some of his scaled body from the wind. Everything is varying shades of blue so far, he notices, until a splash of red comes into view. His thin, short tail flicks curiously before he shuffles forward. His legs are clumsy, especially in the snow, and he is awkward as he finally reaches her. The little drake snaps his teeth but the gesture doesn’t seem aggressive as he tilts his head right after. Instead, it appears as though it is some strange communication, some foreign request for food.
Something stirs within the core of him and tells him that she is made of meat – blood and tissue he can consume and fill his belly with. A little drool dribbles between his uneven little crocodile teeth at the thought, but she is too large to take down. His small ears swivel forward and stand at attention when she calls out to him. Ghaul skitters forward once more, closing the last few feet between them until she touches his hip. The blood frozen to his scales briefly turns her nose a strange orange color before it blooms to red again.
Are you okay, little one?
He chirps, an odd little squeak, before curling against her shoulder as he might have done with his own mother in another life. Ghaul wiggles and settles in as his wings fold back in their natural resting pose. “Okay,” he finally answers with an overeager nod. The little stars dusted across his lips, cheeks, and horns glimmer without any help needed from the sun or even the light reflecting off the snow. These markings, identical to the stockings weaving up his legs, are the only real clue as to his sire’s identity.
“Hungry..” he says after a moment of pause. “So.. hungry…”
His lips curl into a smile, all his tiny baby teeth glimmering zealously. Does she understand the need for the hunt, he wonders? Are there any others like him in this world who march the path to conquest? If there are, he thinks, he will devour them and consume their strength.
@[Dawn]