Lantheri Wilds Citizen
- Mountain Dragon
- Mother to All
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Leore - Near Noria
After the Second Surge
After the Second Surge
She hated flying low, even though you had to do so in order to hunt but it was especially distasteful when she was over human settlements where eyes could lift up to see the massive dragon wing span soaring above them. Point their greedy little fingers and follow the direction she was going to. It enticed fear and considering the recent events of the Second Surge, it was worse for her kind now. Sure, seeing her kind before would have spiked the worry of a dragon coming down to slaughter all... but now it was true. Where those stupid mortals had been safe from possible attacks, least they had angered a dragon to warrant then that was on them, it was now going to be a commonplace out of no where assault. The Myst had turned half of her kind mad. Frenzied to attack any and all within it's sight. No discrimination. And while it was all within her right to let those hoards do their part in wiping out the useless race of mortals... it would also spur another dragon hunt.
She could hide away, wait until the murdering had all be completed and lived out her days waiting for her own hunter to appear. The solace would be kind of nice or course. The quiet that the wait would bring before her end... but then she had nothing to really live for did she? It seemed like a waste of a life where she might spare the same fate she endured of another mated pair. If there were any left that is. She had no way of knowing if any nests would survive this.
Addle mind wandered on these thoughts as she followed the bloodied path of one such dragon she was hunting down. Her choice made and set, to kill any of the turned in hopes of lessening the blows to the survivors. Perhaps she could make a difference rather than squander it. She could take another mate... the thought occurred to her and yes, she pined for one... they would have to change their ways in breeding if they were to thrive... but it was ingrained in them. Old dogs...new tricks and all that.
"There you are... you sure make a mess in your wake don't you." She spotted her prey from her low vantage point, a young Wyvern that had spotted the group of soldiers on the other side of the forested path. If she could get to the Wyvern before it did the soldiers then perhaps she could avoid their weapons as well. Of course ... to let the beast take out as many as it could was another thought she had. Let them do some of the work. Choices choices.
Although, by the looks of it... that would happen either way. She was still a distance off, for as she went into a dive towards the mad Wyvern... it had started its attack on the group of armed men.