- ♔ ａｍａｔｈａｆａ！
- female - pansexual - queen - tags. thyme and ieress mentioned briefly - feeling. indifferent - location. wood, no-man's land
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indentThe queen woke as she felt the morning bustle of other dragons rousing from their slumber and surfacing from the burrows that the tribe called home. Amathafa heaved her heavy frame upright and slinked out of her den, closing her brown eyes briefly as the sun intruded the still-sleepy orbs. Seeing as there were no particularly stressing issues for her to address as of yet and the shaky truce with the Cliffs' tribe was still in place, she decided that she may as well venture to the hunting grounds and catch herself a meal.
indentAmathafa stretched her large wings multiple times, flapping experimentally before she jumped skyward. Her wings caught the wind and raised her large body up and towards altitudes far beyond the ground below her. She watched the earth below as she passed over it swiftly, splaying her wings out in front of her to slow herself upon seeing a familiar set of scales, Thyme. Amathafa hovered for a moment, watching as one of the scouts, recognising them as Ieress, crept up on the princess before the tri-colored dragonness flared the feathers atop her head suddenly in what looked like an attempt at spooking the princess.
indentWith her mind growing disinterested in watching their interaction and her wings growing tired, Amathafa propelled herself towards the small, sparse forest in no-man's land where she preferred to hunt. She landed upon coming within eyeshot of the wood, carefully placing her bulky frame onto the earth and stretching her wings for a moment before folding them against her side. The trek to the wood was a short one, only lasting a few minutes before she was weaving herself between the branches, using her sense of smell to guide her through the wood and to an area where prey was more plentiful.
- ✚ ｓｅｓｈａ！
- male - bisexual - scout - tags. open - feeling. calm - location. lake, cliffs territory
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indentSesha woke when he felt the chill of a gentle breeze sweep into the scouts' shared den, bristling against his smooth scales. His simple, dark gunmetal hued eyes opened, his pupil narrowing at the slight change in lighting. The silver-blue scaled dragon heaved him self up with little effort before he sauntered to the large opening of the den, where the cliff met the sky. He jumped off the ledge and spread his wings, gliding out and into the sky within the territory. With a few flaps of his wings to regain lost altitude, he swerved North and set towards a decently-sized lake not far from the border that separated the land of the loners from the land of the tribe.
indentAfter a few minutes of flight, Sesha touched down on the gravel banks of the lake, spreading his wings in a shaky stretch before folding them against his side, his head lowering to the water as he calmly sat, drinking the glass-like water, the lapping of his tongue creating rippled in the smooth surface of the lake. After he had drank his fill and he could feel the chill of the water seeping into his abdomen, he decided that he may as well try and catch something here rather than hunt elsewhere.
indentThe scout slipped into the water, ignoring the chill of the liquid against his scales, the fluid gently seeping into the shallow cracks between his scales and lapping at his skin. His scales merged and blended with the hues of the water easily as he waded farther into the lake, stopping only when he felt the water against his chest. And now he waited. Fish were skittish, but he had no problem waiting until they deemed his intrusion as not a threat and approached. He locked his eyes on the water below him, scanning for the silver reflection of fish hiding beneath the surface, absently taking note of the fact that his scales were of similar hue of what he was hunting.
