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tamingthemuseTitle: Summer
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Peppermint
Warnings: none
Rating: PG 13, I suppose.
Summary: Heri the dragon helps his pet, Eafa, hunt for dinner.
Eafa crouched low in the tall grass, spear held tightly in his right hand as he watched the beast that was to become their dinner mindlessly chew its mouthful of grass and slobber. His body tensed as he rocked onto the balls of his feet, ready at a moment’s notice to spring into action. His wings were held tightly to his back despite the urge to twitch and stretch out to their full width and take him into the air. His tail lay still on the ground behind him, heavy and now covered with dirt. Slowly, he lifted the spear up to over his head, careful not to make too quick of a movement least the beast be alerted to his presence.
The days were getting hotter, he absently thought when he felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. Soon they would have to venture further from Heri’s cave in search of water. The thin stream of melted snow from the mountains was sure to dry up quickly in the promised heat of the summer. He tightened his grip on the spear shaft.
Then the wind changed and he cursed, jumping to his feet and throwing the spear, aiming for the beast’s neck. Too late the beast had scented him on the wind. Its black eyes opened wide and its head turned toward Eafa in time to see the spear hit home.
A loud screech ripped the air as the beast charged in pain at Eafa. Gasping, Eafa dodged to the side, tumbling into the tall grass, relying on its heavy cover to keep the dying beast at bay.
The sky was then blocked out by Heri’s massive wings. The dragon dropped down onto the still stumbling beast, sharp claws digging into flesh and instantly killing the wretched creature.
Dusting dirt off his knees, Eafa walked toward the dragon and glowered. “That was my kill.”
Heri’s eyes smirked at him, if eyes could smirk, sparkling in the sun’s light and his tongue hung out of his open mouth like a dog pleased with himself. Which, no doubt, Heri was.
“I helped,” he said, turning into a two legged creature once more for Eafa’s benefit. Eafa rolled his eyes and shoved Heri away from the dead beast and knelt to begin cleaning the meat. This kill should feed them for a while, he thought, longer if Heri didn’t have such a huge appetite.
Heri stood over him as he skinned and cut the meat from the bone, eyes alert for any danger brought about by the heady scent of blood and fresh meat. As Eafa prepared the meat for transportation, Heri eyed the grass, his body tense and wings moving in a nervous manner.
“What do you see?”
“Wolves.”
Eafa’s head snapped up and he bared his teeth with a hiss. “They’ll do well to stay away. I’ll give them their share once we’ve gotten what we need.”
Heri smiled to himself and hefted his share of the load on his shoulders. Eafa stood beside him, his head just reaching Heri’s shoulder and they set off. No sooner were they away from the remains did three wolves emerge from the thicket and set upon it. Heri growled low in his throat to dissuade them from following them home.
During the walk, Eafa licked his claws and hands clean of the blood in that single minded way of his, letting Heri’s shadow be his guide through the savanna. Heri watched him, affection blooming in his chest. Eafa was his, his mind told him, over and over again. And he was so proud of his fihu, his chimera, despite the man’s more often than not foul temper.
He wondered what Eafa had been to his tribe, to other fihu. He must have been a leader. A pack leader for sure. He had that natural talent to lead others, to make others follow him willingly. Nodding to himself, Heri turned his attention to the nonexistent path before them, leading them home.
They’d have meat tonight, he thought with an eager grumble of his stomach. Eafa could cook and that was another reason he was so proud of his fihu. Never had he had such a wide variety of food for his picking. Instead of eating fish everyday, Eafa saw to it they had something different every night. Tonight Eafa was sure to make something far more delicious than he’d ever dreamed of eating.
He was licking his lips in anticipation when he noticed that Eafa was no longer behind him, following blindly. Stalling in his steps, Sigheri spun in a slow circle, sniffing the air for his fihu.
“Eafa?”
Then he saw a bit of white fluff that was the tip of Eafa’s tail peeking over the top of the grass. He grinned and hurried to Eafa’s side.
Eafa was on his knees, picking at roots and leaves and stuffing them into pouches at his hips. Heri loomed over him and Eafa belatedly jumped in surprise and turned to face him. Heri’s grin grew. He couldn’t say anything about it without fear of raising his ire, but Eafa was often absentminded when it came to doing a job. Heri figured it had something to do with being part of a tribe, where everybody looked out for one another. Some were set to work, others were set to guard so the workers didn’t have to worry about being set upon by predators.
“Spices?” Heri questioned, instead.
Eafa frowned, knowing that he had made another mistake. He licked his lips and turned back to the green leaves and roots. “I’m running low, and soon these flowers won’t be blooming in the heat of summer.”
He had gotten used to Heri’s protection. Merely being a dragon, Heri kept other predators at bay. He also kept food sources away, but that was neither here nor there. Eafa should know better than to blatantly ignore all he had been raised to know. Always keep an eye out for danger.
He plucked a handful more of the leaves and stuffed one in his mouth, flavor blooming on his tongue and smoothing his scowl away.
Humans weren’t deterred by Heri’s scent, and they were the most dangerous of all. Eafa hadn’t known he was so stupid as to let himself be so careless with his life.
Then he stood and held out a leaf to Heri. The dragon took the peppermint leaf and promptly copied Eafa by chewing it to bits. He grinned at the flavor and his tongue flicked out in his happiness.
Such a simple creature, Eafa thought as he maneuvered around the dragon and resumed their walk home.
So, meat and peppermint and roots. His eyes closed as Heri overtook him, once again leading him. What meal could he make with these?
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Peppermint
Warnings: none
Rating: PG 13, I suppose.
Summary: Heri the dragon helps his pet, Eafa, hunt for dinner.
Eafa crouched low in the tall grass, spear held tightly in his right hand as he watched the beast that was to become their dinner mindlessly chew its mouthful of grass and slobber. His body tensed as he rocked onto the balls of his feet, ready at a moment’s notice to spring into action. His wings were held tightly to his back despite the urge to twitch and stretch out to their full width and take him into the air. His tail lay still on the ground behind him, heavy and now covered with dirt. Slowly, he lifted the spear up to over his head, careful not to make too quick of a movement least the beast be alerted to his presence.
The days were getting hotter, he absently thought when he felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. Soon they would have to venture further from Heri’s cave in search of water. The thin stream of melted snow from the mountains was sure to dry up quickly in the promised heat of the summer. He tightened his grip on the spear shaft.
Then the wind changed and he cursed, jumping to his feet and throwing the spear, aiming for the beast’s neck. Too late the beast had scented him on the wind. Its black eyes opened wide and its head turned toward Eafa in time to see the spear hit home.
A loud screech ripped the air as the beast charged in pain at Eafa. Gasping, Eafa dodged to the side, tumbling into the tall grass, relying on its heavy cover to keep the dying beast at bay.
The sky was then blocked out by Heri’s massive wings. The dragon dropped down onto the still stumbling beast, sharp claws digging into flesh and instantly killing the wretched creature.
Dusting dirt off his knees, Eafa walked toward the dragon and glowered. “That was my kill.”
Heri’s eyes smirked at him, if eyes could smirk, sparkling in the sun’s light and his tongue hung out of his open mouth like a dog pleased with himself. Which, no doubt, Heri was.
“I helped,” he said, turning into a two legged creature once more for Eafa’s benefit. Eafa rolled his eyes and shoved Heri away from the dead beast and knelt to begin cleaning the meat. This kill should feed them for a while, he thought, longer if Heri didn’t have such a huge appetite.
Heri stood over him as he skinned and cut the meat from the bone, eyes alert for any danger brought about by the heady scent of blood and fresh meat. As Eafa prepared the meat for transportation, Heri eyed the grass, his body tense and wings moving in a nervous manner.
“What do you see?”
“Wolves.”
Eafa’s head snapped up and he bared his teeth with a hiss. “They’ll do well to stay away. I’ll give them their share once we’ve gotten what we need.”
Heri smiled to himself and hefted his share of the load on his shoulders. Eafa stood beside him, his head just reaching Heri’s shoulder and they set off. No sooner were they away from the remains did three wolves emerge from the thicket and set upon it. Heri growled low in his throat to dissuade them from following them home.
During the walk, Eafa licked his claws and hands clean of the blood in that single minded way of his, letting Heri’s shadow be his guide through the savanna. Heri watched him, affection blooming in his chest. Eafa was his, his mind told him, over and over again. And he was so proud of his fihu, his chimera, despite the man’s more often than not foul temper.
He wondered what Eafa had been to his tribe, to other fihu. He must have been a leader. A pack leader for sure. He had that natural talent to lead others, to make others follow him willingly. Nodding to himself, Heri turned his attention to the nonexistent path before them, leading them home.
They’d have meat tonight, he thought with an eager grumble of his stomach. Eafa could cook and that was another reason he was so proud of his fihu. Never had he had such a wide variety of food for his picking. Instead of eating fish everyday, Eafa saw to it they had something different every night. Tonight Eafa was sure to make something far more delicious than he’d ever dreamed of eating.
He was licking his lips in anticipation when he noticed that Eafa was no longer behind him, following blindly. Stalling in his steps, Sigheri spun in a slow circle, sniffing the air for his fihu.
“Eafa?”
Then he saw a bit of white fluff that was the tip of Eafa’s tail peeking over the top of the grass. He grinned and hurried to Eafa’s side.
Eafa was on his knees, picking at roots and leaves and stuffing them into pouches at his hips. Heri loomed over him and Eafa belatedly jumped in surprise and turned to face him. Heri’s grin grew. He couldn’t say anything about it without fear of raising his ire, but Eafa was often absentminded when it came to doing a job. Heri figured it had something to do with being part of a tribe, where everybody looked out for one another. Some were set to work, others were set to guard so the workers didn’t have to worry about being set upon by predators.
“Spices?” Heri questioned, instead.
Eafa frowned, knowing that he had made another mistake. He licked his lips and turned back to the green leaves and roots. “I’m running low, and soon these flowers won’t be blooming in the heat of summer.”
He had gotten used to Heri’s protection. Merely being a dragon, Heri kept other predators at bay. He also kept food sources away, but that was neither here nor there. Eafa should know better than to blatantly ignore all he had been raised to know. Always keep an eye out for danger.
He plucked a handful more of the leaves and stuffed one in his mouth, flavor blooming on his tongue and smoothing his scowl away.
Humans weren’t deterred by Heri’s scent, and they were the most dangerous of all. Eafa hadn’t known he was so stupid as to let himself be so careless with his life.
Then he stood and held out a leaf to Heri. The dragon took the peppermint leaf and promptly copied Eafa by chewing it to bits. He grinned at the flavor and his tongue flicked out in his happiness.
Such a simple creature, Eafa thought as he maneuvered around the dragon and resumed their walk home.
So, meat and peppermint and roots. His eyes closed as Heri overtook him, once again leading him. What meal could he make with these?
