Oct 15, 2019 2:48 PM
Dragon Hatchling Margaret (in a world derived from Golden Treasure: The Great Green)
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The little dragon keeps up as best she can, scrambling over roots and dodging around shrubbery.

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The bird gives her plenty of time. The forest thins as they go, the underbrush more sparse and the trees smaller.

It turns out the abandoned badger den is in a small berm near that stream, further south than the hill she hatched in. It looks like a nice place to hole up in.

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Excellent. "Thank you! This is nice."

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"I do not know what makes caves nice, but my secret is now told. I have no more secrets for you, new hatchling. Go live your life. May you be blessed."

The Bluewing flies off.

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"May you he blessed too," she says to the departing bluewing, but she isn't sure if it hears her. She turns and considers her new den, and whether it would be improved by digging it a bit larger or concealing the entrance a bit better.

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It would be nice if there were a long tunnel down into the Earth and the den were at the end of it, and maybe if it was a bit bigger, but having any den at all is much nicer than not.

Concealing the entrance might be nice, a pile of loose easy-to-dig dirt would make it hard to tell anything's there if you're not a Ruby Draak.

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Then she'll dig it out some more until she gets either hungry or tired, and the resulting dirt will naturally end up in a pile at the entrance. 

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Tiredness is slow to come and the hunger never really went away. One Treetail will not really sate even a hatchling Draak. But it returns to its original urgency, a quiet reminder to destroy-consume-eat.

When night comes she has increased the Den's size by half again, making it big enough to turn around in without brushing the walls if she keeps her forelimbs close and her tail curled. The disturbed dirt piled loosely does indeed make a good concealment, at least from a distance.

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What a nice den. The hatchling resolves not to destroy bluewings unless it is her only option to survive. But that sounds unlikely; there are plenty of other creatures in the forest for her to consume instead. Since she's more hungry than tired, she decides to try her hand at night hunting--perhaps she can ambush something in its sleep.

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It's really hard to see at night. Her nose is good, but most of the smells are unfamiliar, and it's hard to track things to where they sleep. A lot of things seem to sleep in the tops of Trees, too, and she can't climb their vertical bodies. The path back the way she came remains clear in her mind always, and not just because she can smell her own trail - she seems to have an innate memory of where she's been.

But not everything's sleeping. There is a thing that smells more delicious than Treetail just over there, making quiet sounds as it chews on something plant-y.

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Mmmmm. That does smell good. Time to see how silently she can move in the dark. 

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That mostly depends on how careful she is! She can move quietly but not in total silence.

The delicious smelling thing comes into view. It's clearly related to Treetail, having a flatter and less bushy tail but a similar but slightly larger long body and small limbs. It doesn't seem to notice her stalking it.

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Slightly larger is good; it'll be more filling that way. Unaware of her is also good. She creeps closer. Creep creep creeeeeeeeep pounce with teeth and claws and bite out its throat!

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