[private] Order one drink, then drink the flood // Radar Pon

[Locheed]

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A twig snaps, old bones creak, and the dragon halts her merry feasting. Locheed's heavy skull lifts from the carcass, scanning the line of trees for heat signatures as her claws sink a little deeper into her prize. When she spots him, her vision switches into something that will better show her the shape and colors of the creature that approaches. She waits with teeth bared, unwilling to give away ground or her prize to the stranger.

The stallion that steps into the sun is unlike any she had seen so far in her handful of years, but she does not flinch. She maintains her stance on top of the carcass as her forked tongue flicks the air to better catch his scent.

He hardly seems capable of wrestling her prize from her, with his protruding bones and shuffling step, but she knew better than to trust looks alone. Luckily, he seems to defer to the instinctive code of scavengers and predators, and just as his eyes never leave hers, hers never leave his. She had always been fascinated by the monsters in the stories she was told, not the light queens and golden kings, and he looked as if he was someone's monster. The red V on his throat is of interest too - she knew where that was from. Maybe it wasn't so long ago that he was someone's hero.

The dragon tears the shoulder of the stag, a long slab of muscles sliding down her throat as she tilts her head back, and still, doesn't break the line of their locked stares. She takes her time, coiled and ready to strike despite her facade of disinterest in his presence. One quick movement on his part would show him how brittle that facade was, if he hadn't sensed it already.

Her belly is growing warm and heavy, and she feels herself relaxing even though she knows she shouldn't. But she lifts a claw to her mouth, nipping off a bit of deer-hide that had been trapped in one long, curved nail, and she breaks the silence. "Do you speak, creature?"

locheed

@[Balto]