Jun 17 2015, 07:21 AM
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By the time Dragon awoke from this, his second nap, the rock was cool again. With a little yawn and a hiss, he stood, and made his way back down to the swamps far below.
He was a little hungry, again--and he again felt the drive for power. He had to add to his Offering Pile!
The little alligator began to scramble through the marsh, filled with energized focus. He'd not gone very far, splashing down into the dark water between the clumps of long grass, when he suddenly smelled something rank. He stopped, lifting his head to sniff intently.
It smelled like carrion. Like rotted, bloody flesh.
He lowered his head, bobbing it slowly to and fro over the water's surface, like a snake might when flicking out its tongue. He was trying to figure out where the smell was coming from. He crept forward, following it; there were a few false starts, in which he managed to go entirely the wrong way, the smell fading. He had to backtrack, and circle, but finally he found it: a massive lump of dead fur and flesh before him, something with long legs and sharp hooves. It was brown and gray and rotting, and perched on top, back hunched and black fur bristling, stood a giant rat. It was bigger than him, and he froze at once.
The two creatures stared at one another. A giant rat could probably kill him, he knew at once, eyeing the enormous, sharp teeth, the long whip-like tail, and the bristling whiskers. He had taken it by surprise, at least, and that was a good thing. Maybe he could steal its prize from it?