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Autumn, 1372
Kharriana hid in the tall grass, upwind from her prey. A quarter mile away the hart grazed unaware.
The green dragon was tired; Rargesteyae and Asaewath were growing, and that meant their appetites were growing as well, which meant a lot more hunting. As her children were also becoming rowdier and more energetic, raising them now made for an long, tiring day. When Mera was around he could hunt and share in the responsibilities taking care of a pair of rambunctious whelps.
But her mate was away again, doing what he was doing with the humans, playing his game as protector.
Kharriana caught herself getting incensed by the thought and quickly brushed it away in her mind. Besides that quirk, Mera was a fine partner.
She just sometimes needed to remind herself of that.
The green dragon refocused her attention on the stag, continuing to browse obliviously in the distance. It was a large beast, but now Kharriana noticed that something was off with it. The prey looked sickly; its fur lacked sheen and its movements were slow and listless-it could be diseased. The green dragon considered giving up going after this deer and instead search for some less questionable dinner, but the meat was there, hunting had become more difficult with more humans settling around, and mouths wouldn't stop being hungry.
Mentally the dragon shrugged.
Well, Kharriana would do what she must to survive, even if there was the risk of unappetizing or poisoned food. She would reserve this meal for herself and her mate. Venison taken earlier in the day would instead be given entirely to Rargesteyae and Asaewath.
Kharriana didn't want to risk them.
Silent as a hawk, the dragon attacked.
***
Mera flew home to find it uneasily quiet. Usually his mate and children would greet him as soon as the bronze wyrm entered the cave, but today there was only silence.
Smoke emitting from his nostrils, the male dragon scanned the environment around him, but he could sense nothing out of the ordinary. No foreign smells, no unexpected signatures, no evidence of anything amiss.
Just his missing family.
*My love?* Mera called out with concern, his voice echoing through the chambers. *Rargesteyae? Asaewath?*
The dragon worriedly rushed into the deeper chambers.
*Kharriana? Rargesteyae? Asaewath?*
Finally his daughter appeared, looking confused and concerned, soon followed by his son, looking frightened.
*Mother is sick.* Rargesteyae stated.
Mera rushed over.
*Is she alright?*
*Mom looks bad.* Asaewath interjected.
*Where is your mother?* Mera hurriedly asked his children.
*By Wash Creek. Throwing up.*
***
The bronze dragon soon landed by the noisy brook to find his mate. Mera could sense Kharriana was nearby. As he left the open clearing and entered woods the male dragon came across a carcass of a deer, toasted and half eaten. Immediately the scent of something vaguely unwelcome triggered, a hazily familiar memory.
Questioning, Mera smelled the venison, then opened his mouth to drag it closer to himself.
*Don’t eat it!* Kharriana abruptly knocked the deer from the bronze dragon's paws, sending carcass flying a short distance before it landed with a splat a dozen feet away. Mera turned to his mate and was stunned to see her pallid and shaking, with exhaustion in her eyes.
*My love, are you alright?*
Having exerted all of her energy to smack away the meat, the green dragon collapsed, Mera catching her before she crumpled completely onto the ground.
*No love.* Kharriana exhaled heavily. *Something is terribly wrong.*
The bronze dragon gently embraced her. Slowly he set her beside a comfortable rock, and then after making sure she was comfortable, went back to sniff the contaminated meat.
*I don’t sense signs of decay or rot-*
*The flesh had been poisoned.*
Mera immediately looked back at his mate. *What?*
*Someone is trying to kill us.*
Memory clicked.
Capestrano. The return from the Great War. They had tried to kill him with poison.
Now they were trying to kill his family.
*This is bad.* The bronze dragon seethed, before hearing the sound of retching. He quickly turned back to his mate in concern. *Let me help.*
For the next hour the two dragons sat by the creek, one supporting the other as she vomited and hacked, offering water and charcoal, chamomile and basil to help soothe her.
Finally Kharriana sighed, flopped atop a river stone by the creek, looking miserable. Mera leaned down and gently nuzzled her sympathetically.
*How are you feeling?*
*Not great.* The green dragon wheezed. *But I don’t think it’s fatal. Just feel weak.*
*Thank the Heavens. Lets get you to rest.*
With Mera half supporting his sickened mate, the two dragons returned to the cave. As the children looked on in worry but too afraid to approach, the bronze dragon tenderly carried Kharriana to their nest.
*Rest, love.* He gently declared, then turned away.
*Where are you going, my mate?* Kharriana asked.
Mera’s jaws clenched.
*I will be having a talk with the Forester. See if he could find who did this. See if he could find an antidote. I want vengeance for this.*
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Kharriana hid in the tall grass, upwind from her prey. A quarter mile away the hart grazed unaware.
The green dragon was tired; Rargesteyae and Asaewath were growing, and that meant their appetites were growing as well, which meant a lot more hunting. As her children were also becoming rowdier and more energetic, raising them now made for an long, tiring day. When Mera was around he could hunt and share in the responsibilities taking care of a pair of rambunctious whelps.
But her mate was away again, doing what he was doing with the humans, playing his game as protector.
Kharriana caught herself getting incensed by the thought and quickly brushed it away in her mind. Besides that quirk, Mera was a fine partner.
She just sometimes needed to remind herself of that.
The green dragon refocused her attention on the stag, continuing to browse obliviously in the distance. It was a large beast, but now Kharriana noticed that something was off with it. The prey looked sickly; its fur lacked sheen and its movements were slow and listless-it could be diseased. The green dragon considered giving up going after this deer and instead search for some less questionable dinner, but the meat was there, hunting had become more difficult with more humans settling around, and mouths wouldn't stop being hungry.
Mentally the dragon shrugged.
Well, Kharriana would do what she must to survive, even if there was the risk of unappetizing or poisoned food. She would reserve this meal for herself and her mate. Venison taken earlier in the day would instead be given entirely to Rargesteyae and Asaewath.
Kharriana didn't want to risk them.
Silent as a hawk, the dragon attacked.
***
Mera flew home to find it uneasily quiet. Usually his mate and children would greet him as soon as the bronze wyrm entered the cave, but today there was only silence.
Smoke emitting from his nostrils, the male dragon scanned the environment around him, but he could sense nothing out of the ordinary. No foreign smells, no unexpected signatures, no evidence of anything amiss.
Just his missing family.
*My love?* Mera called out with concern, his voice echoing through the chambers. *Rargesteyae? Asaewath?*
The dragon worriedly rushed into the deeper chambers.
*Kharriana? Rargesteyae? Asaewath?*
Finally his daughter appeared, looking confused and concerned, soon followed by his son, looking frightened.
*Mother is sick.* Rargesteyae stated.
Mera rushed over.
*Is she alright?*
*Mom looks bad.* Asaewath interjected.
*Where is your mother?* Mera hurriedly asked his children.
*By Wash Creek. Throwing up.*
***
The bronze dragon soon landed by the noisy brook to find his mate. Mera could sense Kharriana was nearby. As he left the open clearing and entered woods the male dragon came across a carcass of a deer, toasted and half eaten. Immediately the scent of something vaguely unwelcome triggered, a hazily familiar memory.
Questioning, Mera smelled the venison, then opened his mouth to drag it closer to himself.
*Don’t eat it!* Kharriana abruptly knocked the deer from the bronze dragon's paws, sending carcass flying a short distance before it landed with a splat a dozen feet away. Mera turned to his mate and was stunned to see her pallid and shaking, with exhaustion in her eyes.
*My love, are you alright?*
Having exerted all of her energy to smack away the meat, the green dragon collapsed, Mera catching her before she crumpled completely onto the ground.
*No love.* Kharriana exhaled heavily. *Something is terribly wrong.*
The bronze dragon gently embraced her. Slowly he set her beside a comfortable rock, and then after making sure she was comfortable, went back to sniff the contaminated meat.
*I don’t sense signs of decay or rot-*
*The flesh had been poisoned.*
Mera immediately looked back at his mate. *What?*
*Someone is trying to kill us.*
Memory clicked.
Capestrano. The return from the Great War. They had tried to kill him with poison.
Now they were trying to kill his family.
*This is bad.* The bronze dragon seethed, before hearing the sound of retching. He quickly turned back to his mate in concern. *Let me help.*
For the next hour the two dragons sat by the creek, one supporting the other as she vomited and hacked, offering water and charcoal, chamomile and basil to help soothe her.
Finally Kharriana sighed, flopped atop a river stone by the creek, looking miserable. Mera leaned down and gently nuzzled her sympathetically.
*How are you feeling?*
*Not great.* The green dragon wheezed. *But I don’t think it’s fatal. Just feel weak.*
*Thank the Heavens. Lets get you to rest.*
With Mera half supporting his sickened mate, the two dragons returned to the cave. As the children looked on in worry but too afraid to approach, the bronze dragon tenderly carried Kharriana to their nest.
*Rest, love.* He gently declared, then turned away.
*Where are you going, my mate?* Kharriana asked.
Mera’s jaws clenched.
*I will be having a talk with the Forester. See if he could find who did this. See if he could find an antidote. I want vengeance for this.*
The Who - Who Are You
From
Chickenzaur!
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 2360 x 1495px
File Size 5.12 MB
Yes lol.
Someone else mentioned CWD previously. I'd say dragonfire is hot enough to denature prions, I dunno.
Foreshadowing: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62873520/
Someone else mentioned CWD previously. I'd say dragonfire is hot enough to denature prions, I dunno.
Foreshadowing: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62873520/
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