Post by diogenessbeast on Mar 25, 2013 11:54:15 GMT -5
Feeding for Tjolnirth was a little bit more complicated then it was for other dragons.
Not for any process or anything, and not for the presence of Z'anis, who usually liked to come watch-- it was because he was allergic to wherries, and wherries made up a good chunk of what occupied hte feeding pen. They mingled with the other foodbeasts, and their dander got everywhere, which was uniquely uncomfortable for the big male.
We can probably get another dragon to hunt for you. Z'anis sighed to his lifemate, as he often did during these situations, but Tjolnirth stiffened from the ledge he sat on, as he surveyed the herd, trying to find the least wherry-tainted one.
I am an adult dragon. he said stiffly, with a wet sniffle-- already, the dander was getting to him. I will hunt for myself. It was a point of pride, and he wasn't about to let silly ol' allergies stop him.
As if to punctuate the statement, the dragon leapt from the ledge and gracefully swooped down, making his kill. He managed to drag it to the far edge of the pen-- away from the damned wherries-- before the dander mixed with it's fur got to him, and he dropped it with a violent set of sneezes.