
Posted by WindRacer on February 3, 2007, 11:05 pm, in reply to "...Dinner..." But as WindRacer watched this particular dragon draw nearer still, he knew that this time his distaste was justified, and not just a by-product of past sour experiences. Purple eyes watched the dragon's saliva water the earth, and he knew that this dragon was to be the mirror of his own. Could this dragon be the reason for the bones that had littered the landscape during his family's return trek to the mountain? Could she had something to do with the scarcity of prey? Or was she somehow tied into Lestat's gang? In the end, it didn't matter. It seemed clear to the wolf-dog that she was a threat regardless. WindRacer took a single step back towards the packlands, but no further. He had vowed not to set foot in those lands again, and even the threat of this lizard would not make him change his mind upon that. The fur lifted along the hybrids neck, as he growled softly. Foolish to challenge a dragon? Perhaps...but he wouldn't be chased away so easily, and leave the pack exposed to a potential monster. "I'm sure you do..." The hybrid muttered in response to the dragon's statement, voice dripping with sarcasm, even as he readied the muscles in his body, tensing and watching the lizard's every move.
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Though, admittedly, the fact that a dragon approached him was enough to cause him unease, he well knew that often his mother and siblings thought him irrational in his fears. Though he tolerated the dragons of his siblings, he disliked even them...no matter how often he was told that they were different from the one he had raised.
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