Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan

Chapter 5 - Chase by Kirkmenistan

Author's Notes:

Another slow day at work.

quick filler.

q73; I have been watching you for some time D

Jet snarled. These sounds were unfamiliar to him. Deep and grumbling. They also appeared to carry meaning of some kind. It was almost lost to him. He had the slightest inclination that the outsider was trying to communicate with him. It was terribly confusing. Most of the dragons communicated very clearly. With large snarls and aggressive postures. This new method was... complicated. He would have to learn again.

q73; Can you not understand me? But all Dragons know how to… All dragons… You aren't a dragon, are you? But what are you? D

The Outsider sniffed strongly at the young dragon.

q73; Hints of human… too strong to be keeper residue… NO! It can't be! A Dragon animagus, oh this is going to cause a great stir! Follow me if you wish to learn how to speak then. Drat, you won't understand that either. Now, how to convince you… D

Jet was still very confused and what was happening. The massive elder dragon was not attacking him, nor was he offering him some kind of gift for his favour. It had sniffed at him, and those deep grumbling sounds were still rather confusing. Then it did something that had never happened to Jet before.

It bit his shoulder and flew off.

Jet growled with anger at being scarred by this beast, not realizing it's teeth hadn't punctured his hide. His growl changed; It's timber shifting to one of pleasure as the smaller black dragon realized it's elder was entering his domain now.

The sky.

With a loud roar Jet took off. Striving to gain altitude and to catch up to the dragon at the same time. Its joints were too strong to remove with the first strike; he would have to aim for the membrane that made up the wing. His mind plotting a course best suited for his desires. Sweep from left to right, slash right membrane with tail, membrane will fall of wing, dragon will fall down and dragon will die. Then, FEAST!

As Jet was commencing his dive, the Elder dove as well. Flying towards a valley that Jet had not entered before. Jet roared as his kill was taken away from him. He wanted this kill, it was his! His wings collapsed against his body, diving straight down. His tail keeping his aim true. Both Elder and ground flew towards him. He was drawing closer and closer to his target. He was close to the ground now-TOO CLOSE!

Self-preservation overtook the will to kill. His wings slowly opening, reducing his speed in increments.

He had learned the hard way that snapping your wings open only caused pain to the joints. When Jet was young he attempted the manoeuvre when entering his home. He couldn't fly for a week.

Once his wings were fully extended he slowly levelled out. The elder had done the same. Jet was now flying at breakneck speeds meters above the ground chasing another living creature. This is what Jet was born to do, this is what he loved. The elder's flight path was erratic, making it difficult to attack. Difficult, but not impossible.

As the elder flapped it's wings furiously attempting to keep it's speed and it's massive load aloft using it's inner fire to fuel it's muscle's, Jet slowly gained, barely beating his wings, drawing his fire up, aiming.

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Sweet baby hatchling this little shit was good! Pulling of a dive like that and not getting hurt? He couldn't keep this pace for long. Where was he now? The elder couldn't hear any flapping.

The elder dragon peered behind him. What he saw was rather magnificent. The dragon known as Jet following him. Eyeing the franticly beating wings. The only weak spot that the dragon had. The young one's wings however were perfectly still.

How could he keep this speed while gliding!

Jet banked with the dragon, the elder looked behind. The manoeuvre briefly put Jet in a position where the elder could see his silhouette, and he could now see his wings.

They were enormous! About as wide as he was long, yet the little dragon was a fraction of his size. He saw the four eyes moving rapidly. One pair locked onto him, the other two scanning his environment. This was unfamiliar territory for the little one.

Smart. Scarily so.

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Jet was focused.

Jet was totally focused on the kill. His eyes locked onto the weak spot that he had always known; the wing membranes. Now how to get at them?

His mind was not focused on flying at all. It was natural. Subconscious. As easy as breathing. He was catching up, and the elder was tiring. Up ahead a great black lake loomed. Jet had never seen such a large expanse of water before. The elder flew lower. A few meters above the surface. Jet was closing in, his world in slow motion. Thoughts moving so fast it was easy to see the tiny tears that already existed within the old dragons wings. Where to strike to cause maximum damage?

It was easy to see his head dipping. His wings clasping together. Diving into the water.

It was not so easy to join him. Jet's massive wings built for flight did have one weakness; their size. It took some time to unfurl them, and even longer to draw them in. Jet didn't enter the water straight away. He used his speed to fly up a few hundred meters, then about faced and dived down. Wings clasped in and locked into place. Limbs tucked in as tight as possible. Tail dead straight. His eyes alight with joy and discovery.

This would be something new.

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Where was he now? He followed me this far… please say he followed me in...

The elder dragon pleaded. The little shit was good, taking him into the air had been a mistake, he was clearly outmatched and had barely made it here.

The elder's eyes picked out a black blur flying up, it's large wings flickering into visibility when the young dragon pushed itself upwards. Then it disappeared.

The elder dragon dove deeper and he picked up a black blur streaking down.

Boom!

The noise of the dragon hitting the water head first at terminal velocity would be enough to startle any living creature within the lake. It stunned the elder dragon for a second or two.

The young one had fallen for his trick. Dragon skulls are particularly thick. But, slamming into water going as fast as you could usually left a dragon blacked out, concussed, or in some cases, dead.

This young dragon however did not suffer from the terminal condition known as death. It was simply knocked out.

The elder dragon chuckled as he embraced the dragon and drew him into the deep. The clan would be interested with this wizard. And start asking questions once he could speak. The first rather obviously would be where he came from.

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