Post by Kitsuneko on Apr 12, 2012 20:47:06 GMT -4
Wind rushed all around M'ril as Rahath soared through the air. He grinned. If there was one thing he loved about being a dragonrider (besides Rahath), it was flying. On the other hand, Rahath was on the small side and not built for endurance, so he couldn't help but worry about her. Do you want to take a rest for a bit before we get back to the Main Camp, Rahath? he asked his lazuli dragon.
That sounds like a good idea, she agreed. They were in the outer plains of Rindell Island, still a good distance away from any major settlements, and a thin river zig-zagged below them. The dragon slowed and touched down gently at the water's edge, yawning as M'ril climbed off her back. The sandy ground near the riverbank was surprisingly comfortable, and Rahath curled up easily to give her wings a rest.
Meanwhile, her rider walked over to the water's edge, and he frowned as something unusually pale caught his eye. An off-white ball of fluff lay half-hidden in a stand of nearby bushes, and with his curiosity piqued, he went to see what it was. Rahath looked up as he gasped softly.
Someone had apparently left a canine pup behind, and a rather odd-looking one at that. The curled tail and especially the thick, if tangled, fur indicated it was a breed more suited to a northern climate than Rindell's tropical weather. It didn't look like the typical feral canines, and there was no sign of either owner or parents. It wasn't hard for M'ril to guess it had been abandoned.
What happened to it? Rahath's voice was tender as she came over to see what he had discovered.
"Looks like someone abandoned it," M'ril replied as he picked up the canine. He was relieved to see that it (or she) was still alive and whining softly at him. She had bright blue eyes and thick, off-white fur which darkened to a tan shade on her back. M'ril sighed. "I'd bet anything it was because her previous owner realized how high-maintenance that fur is, especially in this climate." The pup was completely unafraid of him, and tried to lick M'ril's arms as soon as they were within reach. Definitely not feral.
M'ril was still wondering what he was supposed to do with her now, but seeing a young one in need, Rahath was immediately smitten. We can't just leave her here! You can take care of her, can't you, M'ril?
He grimaced. He didn't particularly want another pet, but then he didn't really want to turn down Rahath, either..."Are there any other dragons around, Rahath? Or any other humans?" Maybe he would get lucky and the owner was looking for their missing pup even now.
That sounds like a good idea, she agreed. They were in the outer plains of Rindell Island, still a good distance away from any major settlements, and a thin river zig-zagged below them. The dragon slowed and touched down gently at the water's edge, yawning as M'ril climbed off her back. The sandy ground near the riverbank was surprisingly comfortable, and Rahath curled up easily to give her wings a rest.
Meanwhile, her rider walked over to the water's edge, and he frowned as something unusually pale caught his eye. An off-white ball of fluff lay half-hidden in a stand of nearby bushes, and with his curiosity piqued, he went to see what it was. Rahath looked up as he gasped softly.
Someone had apparently left a canine pup behind, and a rather odd-looking one at that. The curled tail and especially the thick, if tangled, fur indicated it was a breed more suited to a northern climate than Rindell's tropical weather. It didn't look like the typical feral canines, and there was no sign of either owner or parents. It wasn't hard for M'ril to guess it had been abandoned.
What happened to it? Rahath's voice was tender as she came over to see what he had discovered.
"Looks like someone abandoned it," M'ril replied as he picked up the canine. He was relieved to see that it (or she) was still alive and whining softly at him. She had bright blue eyes and thick, off-white fur which darkened to a tan shade on her back. M'ril sighed. "I'd bet anything it was because her previous owner realized how high-maintenance that fur is, especially in this climate." The pup was completely unafraid of him, and tried to lick M'ril's arms as soon as they were within reach. Definitely not feral.
M'ril was still wondering what he was supposed to do with her now, but seeing a young one in need, Rahath was immediately smitten. We can't just leave her here! You can take care of her, can't you, M'ril?
He grimaced. He didn't particularly want another pet, but then he didn't really want to turn down Rahath, either..."Are there any other dragons around, Rahath? Or any other humans?" Maybe he would get lucky and the owner was looking for their missing pup even now.