Three moons that stings like a bugger…...Sweet Pyhrria that burns. Hold up, everything's dark! Am I blind?! Oh, nope, just an idiot with her eyes closed, don't mind me.
Oh god, it burns! Kill it! Kill it fire! My eyes! I should NOT have opened them!
Taking a few breaths I slowly squint my eyes open, I am not fond of the sharp stabbing like knives in my precious eyeballs, because sadly, they are the only pair I have.
Taking a few moments to get everything back into focus I look around. In the stables. Like an animal. Nice. At least I'm not maimed, always an upside to waking up in an unfamiliar place.
Astrid-scavenger is sitting in front of my snout on a stool, sharpening a point yet slightly round thing. I huff and raise my head up.
She looks up to me in surprise and opens her mouth to say something, but a dark look comes over her face she continues sharpening her rounded weapon of death with anger obvious in her movements.
I remember bits and pieces of the conversation while I was unconscious, I think they were debating killing me? And Astrid-scavenger and Snot-nose didn't like that. AS IF! THEY COULD TRY AND KILL ME! I WOULD EAT THEM WHOLE!
I stand up shakily, pain from the burns ripping through me. Astrid Scavenger bolts to her feet and tries to motion for me to lay back down. I growl softly, not a threat to her but I shall not show weakness in an unfamiliar land.
I fully get to my feet and tuck my wings in close to my side, wincing slightly. I'm still hungry dammit.
Astrid-scavenger seems to not understand so I spit out in scavenger language "No weakness. Strong always. Hard for weak. War takes weak"
Astrid-scavenger's eyes widen, she runs to the entrance of the barn before yelling something that sounds like "Get over here!"
The other scavengers quickly pour. Astrid-Scavenger then asks me in familiar words "War, how long?" The other Scavengers look at her in shock, then back to me.
I answer slowly, trying to figure out the correct words "20 years. Sandwing sister fight for throne, have other tribes join for space, shiny, or battle. Nightwing live on hot mountain, hot mountain was death. Nightwings make future telling about war to take Rainwing home or Nightwings would be kill. War ended 2 moun-months ago"
The scavengers start chattering, and I only catch bits and pieces "20-year war?... Sandwing princesses fight to become the queen? …. The other tribes joined in the war on either side for territory, money or just the thrill of battle, that's what I got"... The Nightwings were dying on a…..volcano? The volcano was killing them…"
Aaaaand I stopped paying attention. After a few more minutes of chattering Snot-nose points at hiccup and says loudly (Or something like) "I TOLD YOU!"
Delicious walks closer to me and studies my scars, which I show off proudly, these are scars earned in battle! I am an assassin but I have seen my fair share when Seawings travelled too close to our home.
Delicious looks rather hesitant when speaking to Cripple, and Cripples response is to rub the bridge of the protrusion on his squat face.
Astrid walks over to my side and lays a hand on my foreleg before stating something with a strong tone. These Scavengers DO realize that as they decide if they are going to kill me or not, I can kill them with a flick of my talon this very second.
I mean, I might just for thinking that they could kill me, buuuuuuuuuuttttt I am hungry still, damn Not-Rainwings interrupted my dinner. I nudge Astrid with my snout and then point to my snout than to my belly, I think she gets it.
She says something to the other scavengers, but judging from Cripple and Delicious completely flipping out, they don't want me to leave.
Astrid glares at them -love that fire- and practically snarls something at them which sounds a bit like "So...starve her now?!"
Cripple shakes his head quickly and tries to explain something I suppose, but Astrid-scavenger has none of before quickly clambering up my shoulder and sitting at the joint of my neck and my body where my spines are the flattest. I stiffen for a moment and look at her, she looks at me with a mixture of pleading and stubbornness…..Fine. Just this once, and ONLY because Astrid-scavenger is more dragon and has more fire then all of them combined, and I suppose she has my respect.
As I begin to walk to the exit, Snot-nose and Delicious gape at me for letting Astrid sit on my back. Cripple just sighs and turns away, as he should, he should not look greatness such as me in the eye! The twins are yapping on and on and seem to be rather jealous.
I begin to run on the platform and take off with a powerful flap of my wings. Astrid wraps her arms as tight as she can around my neck (Not that she can reach all the way, but she tries)
And just because she is going to lead me to food in a safer location, I even out my flight so she can gain her bearings, don't want her falling off before I get myself some dinner.
After a couple of hours of flight, 2 hours of hunting, and 20 boars being put in a pile, Astrid take a boar for herself and makes what seems to be the outline of a small campfire, she gathers wood and puts it in a pile, she searches for something but can't seem to find it.
….I light her little campfire with a quick burst of flame. She seems a little surprised and pats my side. I only did it because she showed me the way here! Not because I like her or anything.
As she begins to cook her boar meat and I devour my rather tasty meal, her Stormfly-not-dragon swoops in and cuddles down beside her. Astrid pats the Not-dragon's head and feeds her bits of cooked boar, which the not-dragon hesitantly eats, but it turns out the not-dragon rather likes the boar.
After my meal, lick my talons clean before resting my head down around the fire and spread my wing over the already sleeping Astrid and not-dragon. Not because I find them rather adorable or I like them or anything! It's because It will get rather cold for the weaklings and I don't want my guides to freeze to death.
…...I miss home. There was no intelligent scavengers, dumb not-dragons, or conflicting emotions like this at home! I don't quite understand what the scavengers were so worried about, they Not-Rainwings attacked me first! The Not-Rainwings saw I was only eating boars and not going for their nests! I can understand mothers can be defensive but unless they provoked me I wasn't a threat! It was their own fault, and when I get in a rage like that, everything just goes red. But NOOOOOOOOOOOO, I was in the wrong for killing them. Whatever, they can't do anything about it anyways.
Maybe Astrid and I will think of something to do tomorrow morning.
