May 20 2018, 09:27 AM
Anyone wanting to try and steal stuff from a dragon's stockpile is welcome! I will roll for detection and if successful the dragon will very likely try to kill (icly only, oocly--harm) the filthy thief. Read post for description of den and goodies!
A bass thump of wings, and the young back dragon banked, gliding in toward the ledges. He was but a dark silhouette, from below, arrowing through Monoceros' turbulent skies. He seemed to maneuver them well enough, shivering wings constantly adjusting in small movements to give him stability.
As he came in for his landing he hung more vertically, tail lashing beneath as his wings beat heavily to slow him. The dead, half-grown cave deer grasped in his hind leg's talons was tossed forward to land on the large red-rock ledge before him, tumbling with a strange clatter and a plume of dust, out of sight. A moment later the dragon, too, had landed, a loud thump and scrabbling on rock announcing his arrival.
He crawled at once, on wings and hind legs, past the deer and to his pile. This, he inspected closely.
The ledge itself extended out into the warm light, where he could bask--but the back of it was a sort of hollow, a cave almost, dark and cool--a place where he could shade himself, when he wished. This was scattered with the charred and chewed bones of prior prey, and with dozens of rocks of varying sizes and colors. Many were shiny, colorful, glinting with mica or granite; others were baubled, giving off a soft, warm glow. There were armor pieces, too, old and battered, twisted, taken from the tunnel that led from the cave. All of this was tucked into the hollow at the back--and the ground leading up, the narrow and twisting trail, was charred black in patches where Dread had incinerated a prior invader.
It was, in fact, how and why he had given himself his name: chasing down a thief, on the wing, billowing plumes of scorching fire down over them as he went. He was the dread of the skies! A dragon, fierce and black!
He was also hungry!
Satisfied that his hoard was intact, he turned his back on it, and dragged himself quickly back to the ledge's edge, tearing into the deer and beginning to snap down chunks of bloodied meat and bone. Soon enough, he was wholly absorbed in his feeding.
A bass thump of wings, and the young back dragon banked, gliding in toward the ledges. He was but a dark silhouette, from below, arrowing through Monoceros' turbulent skies. He seemed to maneuver them well enough, shivering wings constantly adjusting in small movements to give him stability.
As he came in for his landing he hung more vertically, tail lashing beneath as his wings beat heavily to slow him. The dead, half-grown cave deer grasped in his hind leg's talons was tossed forward to land on the large red-rock ledge before him, tumbling with a strange clatter and a plume of dust, out of sight. A moment later the dragon, too, had landed, a loud thump and scrabbling on rock announcing his arrival.
He crawled at once, on wings and hind legs, past the deer and to his pile. This, he inspected closely.
The ledge itself extended out into the warm light, where he could bask--but the back of it was a sort of hollow, a cave almost, dark and cool--a place where he could shade himself, when he wished. This was scattered with the charred and chewed bones of prior prey, and with dozens of rocks of varying sizes and colors. Many were shiny, colorful, glinting with mica or granite; others were baubled, giving off a soft, warm glow. There were armor pieces, too, old and battered, twisted, taken from the tunnel that led from the cave. All of this was tucked into the hollow at the back--and the ground leading up, the narrow and twisting trail, was charred black in patches where Dread had incinerated a prior invader.
It was, in fact, how and why he had given himself his name: chasing down a thief, on the wing, billowing plumes of scorching fire down over them as he went. He was the dread of the skies! A dragon, fierce and black!
He was also hungry!
Satisfied that his hoard was intact, he turned his back on it, and dragged himself quickly back to the ledge's edge, tearing into the deer and beginning to snap down chunks of bloodied meat and bone. Soon enough, he was wholly absorbed in his feeding.
