Chapter 22;
His tail wrapped around cool- black- marble- stone- pole. He growled softly, the dark cave only letting in minimal sunshine. He walked over to the mouth of the cave, eyeing the mountains, wondering if he should take a flight.
Hmm, the swift-small-nimble- nagra are good prey. With that thought he gathered his legs, and in one movement, pushed upwards, into air. He enjoyed the feeling of no-heavy-ground- pull for one second, then flared his wings, and pushed downwards, launching into the air. His massive bulk glided gracefully along the thermals, and he came closer to the mountains. Once Shruikan had gotten larger, he was not able to eat what the cooks gave him without eating more, so Galbatorix allowed him to hunt, with a few restrictions. So Shruikan had come here, so he could have a challenge. Three giant caves where scattered throughout these mountains, each one built so he could rest without being cramped. He turned his head and looked at his body,
Stupid bastard. I should be smaller. He was ancient, but even Glaedr- Elda was smaller, and he was old when Shruikan was born. He flew past a sheer cliff, and spotted a heard marching up a slope. He tilted his wings forward and his tail bent slightly, sending him diving forward. With both front paws he grabbed two nagra, then with his back legs, pushed off the stone, bounding off the cliff. They bucked wildly in his paws, but immediately stopped as he bit their heads off. He landed, softer than what looked possible. He ate in silence, finishing both creatures in two snaps. He sighed, dangling his head. He looked around him, and decided to walk along the river for a while. So he wandered for a while, admiring the flowers, the way nature just grew. He growled happily, trotting along the bank, he nudged rocks, and dipped his head under water, watching the fish. Whenever he saw something edible, he ate it. When he grew full, he lay down on long grass. The soft breeze lulled him to sleep, but he stopped, remembering that he needed to sleep where it was safe. He looked around again at the meadow,
It's a meadow. The grass is green, and I would now if anything came. He said to himself. With that thought, he drifted to sleep, and his dreams turned to the hatchlings, murtagh and Thorn, and what they were doing now.
He jolted awake. Char-fire-smell permeated his snout, and he growled. He looked around, and saw a radius of burnt grass around a small, rectangle object. He walked over to it, cautious. With one paw, he used a claw to flip it over, revealing a fairth, it showed a blue dragoness, her body swivelling in the air. At the bottom, in the ancient language, it read,
Shruikan, Thorn's true name changed when he saw her. Though he did not feel it. Try to come to the varden, we are here, and we are safe. He studied the picture closely, staring as her body twisted in the air. Over one hundred years, and not one female to see. But what he had seen of females, they were not like this one. He raised his head, looking out, across the mountains.
Thankyou, hatchlings, I am coming! With that, he gouged the ground as he took off, flying swiftly across the sky. He was between orthiad and Oberon, and he angled himself facing towards belatona, filled with hope. He flapped hard and fast, driving forward at a frightening rate. The wind carved away from his body as he sped forward, by evening, he would be with the varden, hopefully, on the new rider's side.
Due to lack of comments, I might stop posting here. sorry, but the main idea of me posting here is for a well rounded critic, and it isn't happening here.