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Post by ShadowReine on Nov 7, 2009 15:44:32 GMT -5
Apolloth had, as he sometimes did, hauled his rider out way too early that morning.
Now B'can stood by the fence of the feeding grounds, watching the almost bronze-sized tan...play with his food.
"Apolloth, you're like a toddler pushing his tubers around his plate. Pick one, can't you?"
The dragon did not answer, but rather set the herd to running again, finally diving onto a young buck, tearing into it.
At first, his dragon's feeding had bothered B'can. Now it was a fact of life. Like other things...mating flights, eggs, etc. He wondered what Apolloth's offspring would look like and how many would be teal or charcoal. Or sky. The skies were awfully pretty.
They hadn't shown up in firelizards yet, but who knew. Honestly, B'can was not sure what would happen next. He yawned as he watched his dragon feed.
He was, quite honestly, almost wishing for more trouble with the women in his life. It was at least something happening.
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