Quickie stop -- The Bowl

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Date Posted: 18:14:27 12/31/05 Sat
Author: Nerilki(Avianyth) Fair of Four
Subject: Quickie stop

Avianyth, don't gorge. I just cleaned you, and don't want to go pack to the perches.
That was stupid, we should have eaten, then gone to the Perches.
I don't care, you look lovely.

Avianyth, still slightly asleep, lurched to the sky once Nerilki had removed her oiled harness. She circled the herd once, twice, three times watching the scattering beasts, and dove. Her back talons caught what her front ones missed- a lean female. The blow killed her, and Avianyth landed neatly, all her senses alert now. She slashed the doe open, letting steaming entrails spill out. She let her Impressed's fair of four eat the bloody organs, then snapped up the liver. This she always ate herself.
With careful bites, she splintered bone as she inhaled the beast. Despite her caution, by the time she was done with her meal, her muzzle was covered in blood.

Well, you can get as messy as you want, we already have to go back. Nerilki solidly planted her feet in the lush grass of the Bowl. She's dressed in filthy wherhide, her beautiful blonde hair tied back so that its shortened length isn't immediately visible. On her left shoulder rides a soft leather pack that holds her Hatching Feast garb.

Avianyth shrugged, her green shoulders rolling in a gesture of 'whatever', and took flight again, a little more energetically than before. This time she chose quickly, spiralling down on the first pass to cut out a thin, weedy looking male. He fought a little, but fell dead onto the grass as she bit his spinal cord. This time, the fire lizards didn't leap to eat the steaming entrails that poured from the dead creature's belly, so Avianyth did it herself. When she finished this carcass, the bloody layer covered to the first ridge on her neck.

Let's go back to the Perches, Avianyth. Then I'll change into something a little more suitable for the Feast.
Okay. I still think it was stupid to eat after I was clean.
Shut up, Avianyth. I'm too tired to deal with your tongue.

Nerilki sorted through the harness, and fastened it on her dragon before mounting. Flying a little sluggishly, she headed back towards the Perches. Four fire lizards, just as sated as their larger cousin, dotted the skies. Two blue, two green.

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