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Date Posted: 21:06:54 04/09/05 Sat
Author: Shrineth
Subject: Very hungry

After leaving her rider at the Caverns, Shrineth takes to the sky and powers eagerly for the hunting grounds. She was starving after the escapades of the previous day, and the scent of herdbeast was driving her wild with hunger. An expectant rumble powers out from her throat and makes the air shiver as she circles and re-circles the grounds. The herdbeasts mill and low anxiously as the shadow of the dragon serpentines across their hides.

She wasn't as considerate as Wessae, she couldn't wait for Quilth before she started her hunt. But first, something that was quite fun for her. Diving low and lazily, she watches the panicked animals scatter and stampede as she rakes her claws over them, intentionally missing, tipping her wings and changing direction to scatter them in the other direction. Finally, her game over and her hunger taking precedence, she targets one and without hesitation or any grace whatsoever, she brings it down using the full force of her massive body to slam int into the ground and kill it instantly. Feasting on it takes the edge off the driving hunger, and she returns to the sky, circling easily and keeping an eye out. Another herdbeast is dispatched in much the same manner, and her second venture into the sky is less urgent and more relaxed. She'd be more than ready to start hunting anew when Quilth arrived, the empty stomach sufficiently slaked. After all she wasn't rude, just thinking. An inner instinct whispers that she'll need to stock up now, not only to help the eggs develop but also because it's a long time on the hot sands with no hunting access. Having "fostered" her mother's clutch, she knows that much. As she creates lazy patterns in the air, she warbles and trills her joy at flying, at clement weather, and at life itself.

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