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This one remains in my memory.
On the prowl through a winter forest, it was a chilling day. Sunshine almost blinding, reflected in the fresh snow. I was merely following the call of my bestial nature... As all creatures of flesh are bound by the eternal Game of Survival. Dragons, with their minds awakened, more akin to those of the species that call themselves sentient, may see themselves as risen high above the simple, instinct-driven minds of the creatures of the Wild, Children of Earth, Water and Sky. Yet... Are we, really?
Almost any dragon, bar few among the Ascended Elderbloods, is beholden to the impulses imprinted in their Nature. A predator first and foremost, burdened with sanguine Thirst, favoring fight over flight when faced with a menacing challenge. We chase those that flee and scowl at those who grovel and whimper, overwhelmed by dread. Such is our Way.
This one... Looked like prey. But didn't act like one, strange as it was. A lone deer.
I stalked it, encroached upon its open patch of the forest, expecting it to dart into the denser treeline at any second. I felt my muscles tense, ready to follow with a vicious dash. Ready to maul with claws and rend with fangs, for such is the Way. A gentle pang of Hunger would not let me forget.
It stood there, facing what is the embodiment of Death to their kind. I didn't even smell Fear, a scent usually so rich and familiar during any hunt. Nor did I see the primal Dread in its large, black eyes.
Only a faint hint of curiosity. It was a perplexing sight.
Is it truly prey when it does not run and doesn't ooze Fear? What is it?
What are you? ...Who are you?
I reach forth with my Mind. I fail to understand, therefore I can only question:
"Why are you not afraid of me?"
.
..
...
I didn't get a clear answer. But a deer's life was spared that day. My admiration for its gesture of Acknowledging me with quiet Respect proved far stronger than something as basic as Hunger. For this deer was not prey. And true to my conscious Being, I do not devour what is not prey.
For once, I may pass on searching for Reason within this encounter... And enjoy it for what it was.
This piece was a lovely YCH from
kruvis, one I knew I desired since I had laid my eyes upon it. The theme was one of the rare, inspiring ones. She did an excellent job there, making it into such an expressive piece. Probably my favorite thing about it is how well my desaturated colors match this bright winter ambience. Backgrounds like this one easily find my appreciation.
All the credit goes to the author of this amazing artwork, of course! -> Take a good look at her art, she could definitely use more watchers. ^^
Her submission can be found there: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50616215/
Arcaizen/Arcdanis is mine. Naturally.
On the prowl through a winter forest, it was a chilling day. Sunshine almost blinding, reflected in the fresh snow. I was merely following the call of my bestial nature... As all creatures of flesh are bound by the eternal Game of Survival. Dragons, with their minds awakened, more akin to those of the species that call themselves sentient, may see themselves as risen high above the simple, instinct-driven minds of the creatures of the Wild, Children of Earth, Water and Sky. Yet... Are we, really?
Almost any dragon, bar few among the Ascended Elderbloods, is beholden to the impulses imprinted in their Nature. A predator first and foremost, burdened with sanguine Thirst, favoring fight over flight when faced with a menacing challenge. We chase those that flee and scowl at those who grovel and whimper, overwhelmed by dread. Such is our Way.
This one... Looked like prey. But didn't act like one, strange as it was. A lone deer.
I stalked it, encroached upon its open patch of the forest, expecting it to dart into the denser treeline at any second. I felt my muscles tense, ready to follow with a vicious dash. Ready to maul with claws and rend with fangs, for such is the Way. A gentle pang of Hunger would not let me forget.
It stood there, facing what is the embodiment of Death to their kind. I didn't even smell Fear, a scent usually so rich and familiar during any hunt. Nor did I see the primal Dread in its large, black eyes.
Only a faint hint of curiosity. It was a perplexing sight.
Is it truly prey when it does not run and doesn't ooze Fear? What is it?
What are you? ...Who are you?
I reach forth with my Mind. I fail to understand, therefore I can only question:
"Why are you not afraid of me?"
.
..
...
I didn't get a clear answer. But a deer's life was spared that day. My admiration for its gesture of Acknowledging me with quiet Respect proved far stronger than something as basic as Hunger. For this deer was not prey. And true to my conscious Being, I do not devour what is not prey.
For once, I may pass on searching for Reason within this encounter... And enjoy it for what it was.
This piece was a lovely YCH from
kruvis, one I knew I desired since I had laid my eyes upon it. The theme was one of the rare, inspiring ones. She did an excellent job there, making it into such an expressive piece. Probably my favorite thing about it is how well my desaturated colors match this bright winter ambience. Backgrounds like this one easily find my appreciation.All the credit goes to the author of this amazing artwork, of course! ->
Take a good look at her art, she could definitely use more watchers. ^^Her submission can be found there: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50616215/
Arcaizen/Arcdanis is mine. Naturally.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 1280 x 774px
File Size 1.31 MB
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