The Only Thing they Fear is You

Mirac thought, trying to imagine himself in the position of the deer on the ground. Lifeless. Not even the rise and fall of its chest. It was so bizarre, such a complex topic for the newborne valkhound, he found it difficult to comprehend. And, in the end, rejected the idea entirely. The same happened with the concept of 'blankets', and 'rain'. Mirac had not seen it. Mirac would not experience it, nor believe Aerie. His jaw "PAH! Wielder speaks nonsense."

Mirac found himself shocked by Aerie's quick movement and words. He fell into silence, glaring at her. "Wielder is WRONG," Mirac said in protest, but otherwise had little retort. It was a little while before Mirac spoke again. He watched Aerie work with the corpse. Mirac saw little point in messing with things already dead. Why not eat while your prey was still moving?

He began to grow tired of watching Aerie work with the meat. But oh? Bones fought? His eyes grew wide, excited with Aerie's information. They did not move, but maybe they would squirm and scream once Mirac attacked them. "Mirac would KILL any who DARED TRY kill MIRAC to DEATH! And Mirac will PROVE his superiority to these 'BONES', AND any potential foes. ON GUARD, FOOLS! MIRAC shall SLAY you."

Mirac lunged at the bones. He fumbled with them on the dirt for some time, struglling to force them into his mouth. He finally succeeded in grasping a blood-soaked rib in his teeth. He growled, shaking and gnawing at it. His teeth barely made dents in the bone. And, unused to such slippery prey, Mirac struggled to keep them in his mouth. He snarled in rage.

"WIELDER gives MIRAC TRUE FOES! They do not YIELD to Mirac's teeth of STEEL." Despite the maddened look he held, Mirac laughed. "Mirac shall DISMEMBER them, rip the vile BONE from their FLESHY WET STUFFS."

Mirac half paid attention to Aerie's next words, mind and teeth occupied by the brutal mauling of bones."Mirac can leave enemies ALIVE, Mirac LIKES this. It means Mirac shall fight them AGAIN." Despite the bones in his mouth, his words came out oddly clear.

"Wielder calls herself AERIE, hmm? Mirac LIKES this name. It sounds like TEAR or SNARE. Mirac wishes to call you TEAR-IE now, Wielder."

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Aerie looked over at Mirac and nodded gently, horribly amused by the fact that this idiot couldn't crunch bones. She picked one up and easily snapped it in half, sucking on the end to get the marrow out. Once she was done with it she tossed it aside for the sword to fuck around with.

”That's better. We only kill lessers- these little, unintelligent things- for eating. Aside from that, wound, but don't kill. So you can fight them later, yes?”, she added that bit onto the end to hopefully compel Mirac to listen, ”But for now I'll give you bones. Finally you face a worthy, challenging adversary, yes?”

She peered at the sword for a minute or so before looking away and snorting with amusement, ”Tear-ie. Funny. That's funny, Mirac.”

The dragon continued to eat until she was full, and then buried the carcass, setting a flower on top.

”You know, we ought to be thankful to these creatures,” she said, ”They die so that we can live. They give you the satisfaction of killing them and give us sustenance to live and for you to kill more foes. Remember that, Mirac. Be grateful for your foes and your food, because without it, life would be meaningless... and perhaps you wouldn't have it at all.”

She stood up, tail flicking, ”Come. I'll show you water, it is a foe that no one has yet defeated. I don't think it can be. It's a substance, not a creature, after all.”

Aerie picked up Mirac in her tail and headed down towards the beach, her front bloody from her meal.