Post by Slayg on Mar 20, 2021 16:41:59 GMT -5
Despite the arrival of spring in the northern reaches of Earth, the nights were still bitter and cold. Creatures native to the area, with great coats of fur growing from their hides, were somewhat protected. But even they were huddled close together in the meadows or slumbering in some sort of shelter above or below the dirt. Even Slayg was hiding from the cold, deep inside of a cave that a glacier had left in its wake many eons ago. It had a wide mouth, wide enough for Slayg to crawl through, and a great antechamber that he could rest in. Sure, there were many smaller tunnels that went deeper into the mountain and rock below that Slayg could not journey into... but he did not need to. Anything down there would rightfully hide from his might.
So confident was he in his safety, that the dragon had even gone the extra mile and gussied up his temporary abode. He'd ripped trees and logs from the dirt, and thrown them into a great pile close to his right forelimb to feed a truly grand bonfire that he'd made for himself. He'd gathered dirt and other things to make a bed for himself that vaguely resembled his old hoard in shape. And, finally, he'd roasted a mammoth that he had caught unawares and feasted on its roasted carcass with great gusto. There was enough leftover that he'd have a good breakfast tomorrow.
And so, cozy and comfortable for once, and confident that he was safe enough to rest and lick his many wounds... the dragon shut his eyes and dozed... And he snored, rumbling and growling in his sleep, dreaming of conquest and destruction and treasure...
So confident was he in his safety, that the dragon had even gone the extra mile and gussied up his temporary abode. He'd ripped trees and logs from the dirt, and thrown them into a great pile close to his right forelimb to feed a truly grand bonfire that he'd made for himself. He'd gathered dirt and other things to make a bed for himself that vaguely resembled his old hoard in shape. And, finally, he'd roasted a mammoth that he had caught unawares and feasted on its roasted carcass with great gusto. There was enough leftover that he'd have a good breakfast tomorrow.
And so, cozy and comfortable for once, and confident that he was safe enough to rest and lick his many wounds... the dragon shut his eyes and dozed... And he snored, rumbling and growling in his sleep, dreaming of conquest and destruction and treasure...
The dragon sleeps! And his food is nice and pre-cooked! Hopefully there are no young thieves with a big appetite around to try and steal his meal!
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