Posted by Bana on November 7, 2009, 3:57 pm
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Bana was growing fast. Bandit's Rage had seen to it. While the Ravin Grythdragon always cried for certain things, his mother could only feed him what she could catch. Indeed, the fox used her blessings to bring down a bull moose. it was an arduous task, but the fox did it for him. Bana would be thrilled every time he watched her do it. It expended much of her energy to do so, but it was not to a ill-conceived gain. The grythdragon was easily the size of a small wolf now, and at just a month old. His mother speculated he would easily be one of the largest dragons on the mountain if he kept eating at this rate. And yet, she never did catch him what he really wanted.
Bana shifted his feathered wings and clicked his beak as he walked along the Wild River. The ferocity of it had drawn his attention. His mother didn't condone his acts of violence, even though his name sort of egged it on. When he inquired as to its meaning, they all revolved around killer, slayer, and the like. Perhaps that was what Bandit's Rage expected of him. Being as yooung as he was, Bana couldn't say for sure. Most times if he wasn't eating, he was spending time with his sister, Spyridoula. The Halloween dragon was always fun to be around, especially since she shared his taste for trying new things.
Of course, today Bana walked alone. His curiousity had gotten the best of him. So that's what the large, albeit young, Ravin Grythdragon went with. At the moment, he wasn't hungry, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to go exploring some while his mother and sister slept in the den that was already too small for him that was near the burnt tree line.
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