Playing with her food (open)

[shadowreine]

Cioeth had grown into a truly beautiful dragon. This was not just Tiffanie's biased opinion...quite a few people thought the blue-green chimera to be quite gorgeous and well put together. She suspected quite a few male dragons would, too, when the lovely one flew.

Of course, the flying she was doing right now was stampeding the herds in the feeding grounds.

"Pick one already," Tiffanie murmured. Although not full-grown, Cioeth was already quite a large creature, a little bigger than most of the greens. Nowhere near the size of the superior colors, but certainly growing well.

Cioeth grumbled back mentally, but selected a wether from the sheep herd, cut it neatly and landed on it to feed.

She clearly wasn't *that* hungry, Tiffanie thought, as she hadn't gone for the steers. Or maybe she'd just felt like mutton. Dragons, being sentient creatures, had such moods. Certainly, she was enjoying her food.

Tiffanie laughed a bit to herself. To think she had barely eaten meat at all before coming here...but, of course, Cioeth was a true carnivore. She needed her fresh, raw, bloody meat. Which was now making Tiffany hungry. She tugged half a sandwich out of her pocket and started to munch on it.

[Wolfy]

Venus watched the disgusting ones that HerLovelyGoldHeartMistress and HerGreenVeryPrettyOne hated. She did not quite understand, but she knew that they would hurt them and she could not have that. She may like HerBlueLove but she did not like EnemyMixedOnes. They were abominations and not worthy of being FlyHighFireDragon and a FlyHighFireDragon Rider. They were wrong.

She thought back to day UckyGreenBlueOne hatched and LovelyGreenQueenHeart had attacked her. But It had stopped before more could be done. They watched them now. They were alone.

They did not know her. She would say hello to them.

She would hurt them for GoldEyeBeautifulMistress and GoldHeartGreenCousin when they suspected nothing.

[Stormy]

Garrik had been unable to sleep soundly for some time, the dark circles under his eyes attesting to his exhaustion. Although Garrisk was nocturnal, whenever he couldn't get back to sleep for one reason or another, the lanky lad had taken to coming down to the feeding grounds. For whatever reason, the normal day to day activities helped coax whatever caused his sleep deprivation out of his system for a time.

Leaning up against the stable wall, Garrik had almost fallen asleep before a rather loud ruckus from the pens grabbed his attention. He looked over to see one of the Green dragons circling the feeding pens, then dive and land on a sheep. But as she dove from the sky, he thought he caught a glimpse of blue. She was one of the...chimeras?

With a slight groan, Garrik clambered onto his feet, then meandered over toward the sheep pens. He noticed someone munching on a sandwich, watching the Green with more dedication than the others at the grounds, and assumed she was the dragon's bonded. "She Yours?" he asked, looking to the Green.