12-21-2020, 06:12 PM
Tephra was a good home for the young dragoness, all except for one thing. For all its tropical beauty and endless warmth, it lacked prey - at least when compared to the forests of other lands. It lacked the abundance of crawling things and burrowing creatures, all the little souls that no one would miss, the scurrying mammals that thrived in the leaf-littler and underbrush of darker places.
Thoughts of their tiny bones and little squeals drew her away from home often.
Locheed was becoming an adept hunter, although she would never compare to a true carnivore. The equine parts of her made her clumsy; hooves and too-long legs were no good for stalking. But she was learning to work around them, adapting, compensating for her flaws.
But she lacked patience.
And so, when the autumn winds turn cold and the chill seeps into her bones, she turned for home not having tasted blood.
When she crosses back into Tephra there is a scowl across her dark face. Her ears lie flat, pinned down on either side of the spikes which grow from her spine and hidden below a tangle of bone-pale made. She lets out a primal call, one her sister would know, neither fully equine nor draconic, unsure if she is looking for a companion or a fight.