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Fairin, the Dracat

Part 2, the first meal

Story trigger warning, contains a Very Hungry Drakitty , and is not recommended for reading by anyone.

He had Awoken his mismatched eyes blinking looking around, he saw a swamp, mangrove trees with their roots sticking into the mud and watery areas like fingers , the horrible stench of decay among other things surrounding and lay stagnant in the air, the sound of life in all its forms chirping and vibrating their bodies in an endless song. he sat up covered in mud unsure of how long he had been laying there or what even happened, the last he remembered was being surrounded by stinging acids but he knew he survived that his memory coming back in bits and pieces of glimpses of the black and white squeezing walls all around him, shaking his head putting the images aside for never.

Dragons learn from their genes. most evil dragons leave their babies to fend for themselves only the strong survive or the cunning. and he was learning the things he needed to know at a rapid pace, how to fly, how to hunt, what to eat. looking around for any sign of life other than insects was useless from his point of view so low to the ground, the six inch tall drakitty barely standing taller than the general underbrush of the swamp. he began to explore his surroundings touching pawing at the trees looking around curiously, his own belly began to hurt as he had never eaten before and just needed something to stop the gnawing feeling within him, he closed his eyes and tried his best to sort out the swamp smells to scent anything lighter. more interesting. finding none he began to wander constantly on the look out for signs of life.

Time seemed to pass slowly as he wandered through the grass. occasionally stretching his black wings, he felt relatively low on energy so he was conserving as much as he could feeling the pangs of hunger and constantly looking out for danger. he had no shelter no help, no signs of life other than bugs he could not catch but something was changing in the air. The fetid odor of the swamp changing to one of smoke and various other scents mixed into one. Signs of life dominated the area as large buildings made from Wood, some on stilts off the ground, some were mud style huts as the pink skinned "humans" he whispered knowing what they were suddenly along with a sense of distrust deeply ingrained inside of him.

The villagers had no idea they were being stalked, life went on around them as normal. children keeping to their own. a small fence keeping out the various wildlife that the hunters of the tribes did not already find and kill in the short range around the huts. The little drakitty inched curiously along, his white fur a little caked with mud and dirt from the swamp making him blend in a little better to the shadows and darker areas he hid in scenting a fresh kill, the raw meat in the air as his body yearned for his first meal, he was past the point of caring climbing on the building holding onto it with his little claws and wings to get a better view without flying. he saw in the village center a large pitted area where a fire burnt. several stones and logs circled it as if treated as seating, a large metal spit was over the center with the hunters preparing some animal carcass for cooking on a nearby table nothing would goto waste here if not food for animals or bones for trinkets or trade, the scent of blood permeated the air so thickly with the smoke it was almost sickening to the little one.

He stalks the humans and waited for a chance to scavenge, his caution bowing to his need to feed as he crept closer and just out of sight as day was slowly turning to night , the creature's body was hoof'd . with antlers. A Deer he thought, but possibly brought in from a forest nearby. not a swamp creature, soon the hunters would be done and the meat would be put on the fire but before their tribal ritual would begin to praise the dragoness for her humility and protection, having sent the other one the hunters brought back to her.

It was the time to strike! he thought. fluttering down as quietly as he could landing on the bloody table.. his stomach turned at the thought of tasting this but even his as his muzzle salivated he did not want to eat the deer remains. It didn't matter how hard he resisted his body naturally pressed on closer his teeth sinking into the raw venison easilly shredding with his sharp feline draconic fangs and swallowing the horrid taste in his maw, taking another bite and another, he felt like he might throw up at any moment. the nausea flowing through his little body as he would forever remember this, his first meal vowing to never again eat the meat of another creature unless he was again, about to starve to death.

He took wing and flew out of the prep area, unnoticed by the humans and back into the swamp. he took notes of the two entrances and what the paths the humans made in the swamp looked like. and where it looked like where the hunters came form and began to follow it, keeping off of the path and flying form tree to tree, always cautious always looking for anything else he could try eating. blood caked his maw along side the filth of the swamp. he looked and looked for anything out of the ordinary, maybe a fruit or berry or even a shelter for the night as he felt the entire day wearing on him, and his left eye could barely see anymore and everything was in a crisp black and white now in the right one, he decided to huddle in a nearby tree, off the ground and mostly out of sight covering himself with his wings and sleeping soundlessly for the night.