24.Jun.18, 11:55 AM
The bronze dragon gave Syrendryth a snort and a cocky shake of his head. My catches will make yours look pitiful! He bragged good naturedly, the cheer in his voice as he pranced through the forest with a light, airy step, being as quiet as he could and keeping his senses expanded for any sign of the cats coming closer. That Syrendryth had honed in on where the beasts were before him didn’t cause Rhezalth any distress, but just added to his cocky air of playful teasing.
N’mor grinned at his dragon’s banter, flashing a look at T’ryn, eyebrows raised teasingly, that said he agreed with his dragon even as he adjusted his grip on his spear and his angle to head in the direction Syrendryth had indicated. “You guys even have a one-arm advantage!” N’mor teased, waving his stump around playfully, “But I am quite sure we will still make you weep in despair!” N’mor winked at T’ryn as he stepped over a fallen branch and then froze, pursing his lips together as he eyed the two cats, and three kittens, that were about half a dragonlength ahead of them.
Rhea? I think you guys missed this pair! He wasn’t afraid, but could feel his dragon’s confusion and then irritation that they had, indeed, bypassed the five cats. N’mor could feel Rhezalth heading back in their direction with a comment to Syrendryth. At least they weren’t’ far away! N’mor glanced out of the corner of his eye at T’ryn.
“If you take the one on that side,” he indicated with a careful point of his spear, “I’ll take the brown one. The kittens will probably flee.” The youngsters were big enough that killing their parents would be unlikely to cause them their own demise; they were probably just mooching off their parents because they could. Honestly, N’mor eyed them thoughtfully, their hides wouldn’t go to waste if they did hang around.
N’mor grinned at his dragon’s banter, flashing a look at T’ryn, eyebrows raised teasingly, that said he agreed with his dragon even as he adjusted his grip on his spear and his angle to head in the direction Syrendryth had indicated. “You guys even have a one-arm advantage!” N’mor teased, waving his stump around playfully, “But I am quite sure we will still make you weep in despair!” N’mor winked at T’ryn as he stepped over a fallen branch and then froze, pursing his lips together as he eyed the two cats, and three kittens, that were about half a dragonlength ahead of them.
Rhea? I think you guys missed this pair! He wasn’t afraid, but could feel his dragon’s confusion and then irritation that they had, indeed, bypassed the five cats. N’mor could feel Rhezalth heading back in their direction with a comment to Syrendryth. At least they weren’t’ far away! N’mor glanced out of the corner of his eye at T’ryn.
“If you take the one on that side,” he indicated with a careful point of his spear, “I’ll take the brown one. The kittens will probably flee.” The youngsters were big enough that killing their parents would be unlikely to cause them their own demise; they were probably just mooching off their parents because they could. Honestly, N’mor eyed them thoughtfully, their hides wouldn’t go to waste if they did hang around.