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Post by Ashe on May 19, 2024 15:47:55 GMT -6
Lisson x HamaOnly the users participating in the breeding may post in this thread. The room can look however you like, within reason.
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Post by Flare on May 19, 2024 17:44:38 GMT -6
![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/draconics/loziuyesh.png) Playing in the dirt and the water is for hatchlings. Playing with piles of shiny objects is for lashak. Doing both at the same time. That is a need for a second look. A calmer area of a riverbed, nothing more than gravel and a few growing plants here and there, that the dry season just left alone. The wet season gave possibilities. They tired of the puddles that kept forming over the gravel bed which seemed to change after every flooding or heavy rain. Which deems the thought, how can the standing water flow back out...flow down. The patch of gravel has grooves flowing around the edges, dug into the dirt while attempting to maintain a gap between dirt and gravel. Because the rocks get dirty very quickly. The grooves meet up, being drawn back downwards towards the river, through a space of wet sand... and there is a draconic crouching on three feet drawing this in the sand. 1 x.20
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Post by Emery on May 19, 2024 20:21:36 GMT -6
Lisson thought little of the wet and dry seasons, the cycle of water and rain. Perhaps it was simply because he wasn't so attuned to it in element- devaros tended to be beasts of venom and spite. He wasn't much different. The other members of his clan were... a challenge to him. He liked them, of course. They made him better, challenged him to be his best self. In that they were a trial. A test of his patience and grace. But even his prodigious levels of patience had their limits, and he had decided to take a bit of a break to... process what he had learned, which is how he found himself in this particular gravel bed. He thought he was alone, but soon he spotted another draconic, fiddling about in the dirt. Had they found something? "You there. What are you doing?" He said, flicking his tail idly.
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Post by Flare on May 19, 2024 20:40:05 GMT -6
Is there a specific to the scratches in the sand? Other then drainage...thats difficult to say. Some squiggly lines wiggle through the moated gravel patch, lined with small bits of shiny rock. Or is it river stones. But they catch the sun as it rolls over, a glimmer in a patch of dull. What loved these 'shiny stones' more then greedy flame crests were carrion birds. A crunchy snack. Or a conversation. Some carrion birds attempted to mimic and were a source of amusement. Occasionally if a strange baby carrion bird with no feathers fell from the sky, and if it didn't die from the impact, it was eaten by carrion birds anyhow. They eat anything. And what is found inside them is always interesting. Not to say this draconic is exceedingly picky; their unique gift of walking upon water like one walks upon the land makes sometimes fishing to be laughingly easy. Her ears turn at the noise of claw on gravel. Turning. Its a... somebody. "Baiting carrion birds." she finishes the line, standing on all fours again. 3 x.20
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Post by Emery on May 19, 2024 20:46:02 GMT -6
Now, that was interesting. Most draconics enjoyed playing with their hoards or collecting shiny things. That was what he thought upon first approach of this person- that he had wandered into someone's keep on accident despite this looking like an open area, and thus he had disturbed them while they were rearranging their hoard. It certainly looked precise, with each groove carved with a claw being lined with endless shiny stones carefully plucked from the surrounding puddles from the recent rain. But all of this effort, just for birds? He looked up. There were indeed a few of them eyeing the two draconics, still too hesitant to come down. They had glossy black feathers and straight beaks. Carrows, he was pretty sure humans called them. Or... ravids? Something like that. One of the two. He turned back to the stranger. "An interesting way of hunting. Collecting feathers for your hoard?" He said, raising an eye-ridge.
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Post by Flare on May 19, 2024 21:13:35 GMT -6
Interesting? Yes. But it wasn't a fast way of hunting. She can hear the distant caws of her prey, the occasional scratch of tiny claws gripping the rock from their cliffside perches. She makes a low thrumming noise of agreement, its felt more than heard. "For the hoard... and some for me." On closer inspection when she turns her head, theres glossy black feathers woven here and there between her deep black crests. "It is not a fast way to hunt, but does pass the time." Reaching out to carefully adjust a moved stone back into the line. "Different birds have different feathers." Bowing her head briefly, she brushes free a single feather, drifting to the ground. "It is long and thin, a wing feather, most likely. Their tails have a round-tipped feather. If one lands, I will show you." Looking up, staring at the cliffs. Those annoying, clever carrion birds. The trap is set, they will come. 5
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Post by Emery on May 20, 2024 6:50:23 GMT -6
He gazed at her a bit more closely now as she explained, admiring the feathers woven between her plates. So similar in coloration, he hadn't noticed them at first but now he realized they accented her natural features... quite nicely. He supposed he could take some time to assist her- it was good citizenship to assist your fellow draconic. Indeed, no other reason was required. He glanced back up at the birds, staring at them with shiny black eyes. "I shall assist." He said simply before lumbering downhill towards the river. "They are carrion birds, yes?" He said, eyeing the water, looking for the distinctive silver flash of a fish swimming under the water. "They enjoy shiny stones, yes, but perhaps they would enjoy some carrion even more." If he could catch a fish, perhaps the lady would be impressed- but perhaps, only if that fish ended up luring down a bird for her to catch.
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Post by Flare on May 20, 2024 20:05:38 GMT -6
With the trap set, she makes one looping round of the moated patch of gravel, examining her work with a critical eye. Really, what could be so interesting as a patch of gravel with little lines drawn throughout, around it, and shiny stones? A soft hiss of assent, stepping away from the trap. "Carrion birds, like the cloud meats, are cautious, yes. Perhaps adding some food would be good." He's already going closer to the water. "The carrion birds do enjoy fish; the longer shinier ones make them fight over which half is for each bird." She's spent probably too much time observing the carrion birds, but they are clever little pests. In the future, she'll try to catch a live one to study it further. "I accept your offer to assist." Looking his way, she watches the smallbody male. A mild bit of interest to see if he does catch a fish. 7
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Post by Emery on May 24, 2024 9:37:40 GMT -6
His own trap was now set- if he could catch a fish, the lady would be impressed. Why did he want the lady to be impressed? ...Hm. He eyed her a bit more carefully now. She was admittedly quite nice looking. Long, arcing horns with no signs of breakage. Glittering scales. Attractive decorations. Perhaps it wasn't so bad to want to impress her, if it meant he got to look at her a little bit longer. A long skinny fish, she said? That he could manage. He peered out over the water, his piercing green eyes scanning carefully, cutting through the reflections. He saw a long shimmer- perfect! He held his wings up, making a shadow over the water. It was a technique that required a bit of patience, but soon the fish came to hide in what it thought was normal shade. Then he dove in with his fangs, grabbing towards the fish and pulling out a wriggling form in his jaws.
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Post by Flare on May 24, 2024 21:17:09 GMT -6
The smallbody male has a strategy for trapping his fish that the loziuzesh hasn't seen before. An ambrush approach. To use his WINGS as a shade against the sun. She's fascinated, angling herself left and right to examine his posture. Now wings arent a thing lozieush have, but she's more of a smack the fish out of the water with using lures. The fish have no change of instinct to eat the corpse of their own. She's found picked clean fish skeletons sometimes found in the mud during dry season; those bones aren't smooth. Seriously, run a claw across and theres little...jagged edges like a tooth or a saw. Not only that, the smallbody male has caught himself a fidh! Such a quick and well executed catch, on the first try too. Picking the removed feather off the dirt, she replaces the ornament behind a plate of her crest. "Using shade to lure the fish closer with your wings; that is a technique I've yet to see." One that she may secretly envy. "Take it to the middle of the gravel patch and drop it there. The smell of the dead fish will lure the birds." 9
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Post by Emery on May 25, 2024 12:31:28 GMT -6
Lisson couldn't help but feel a bit smug at the sight of the female watching him so intently. Indeed, his wings were probably his greatest asset here- something she couldn't claim to be better with. But, it made him more valuable, didn't it. "Indeed. Its just a little trick I came up with. The rest of my clan was quite impressed." He agreed, twitching his wings a bit so the membranes undulated in a way he hoped better showed off their shape. At her request however, he happily walked the fish over to the gravel patch, careful to not disturb any of the carefully arranged stones as he stepped over. Then, he stood back to wait with the loziuyesh woman. As he settled into being patient however, he slowly realized something. "Caught a fish, catching a bird..." He said casually, glancing off in a different direction. "But, I have yet to catch your name."
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Post by Flare on May 25, 2024 18:42:47 GMT -6
The females head snakes back and forth while smallbody male adjusted his wings to accent their shape. How very… cupped claws like. Like a hollowed out rock to carry water with, except wide and not deep, interrupted with thin bones holding it apart. She really wants to crossexamine his big featherless wings against the feathered wings of the carrion birds. She is impressed, and still a mite jealous, but there is one thing smallbody male she bets cannot do. As he fishes for her name, and deposits his kill on the gravel patch. Very considerate of her handy trapwork. Now just to wait. “Give the patch some space, they carrion birds will see us coming if we stick to the sun.” Brushing past the smallbody male, the loziush steps lightly, almost like feathers, onto the surface of the water. “Carrion birds don’t see so well in the shade and the dark. They only hunt or scavenge in the daytime. “As for my name, i never caught yours either.” 11
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Post by Emery on May 26, 2024 20:07:32 GMT -6
Lisson was happy to comply, stepping away from the now set trap and into the shade. He couldn't follow the loziuyesh onto the surface of the water. While he was a decent swimmer, stepping on the surface of it was beyond him, so he instead retreated to a nearby overhang. He settled beneath it, not quite relaxing. Instead, Lisson bunched his limbs up beneath him in a hunter's crouch, ready to make a break for it if a carrion bird should take the bait. He watched the trap carefully, but couldn't help but glance back at her out of the corner of his eye. He smiled at her question. "Why, it's not a difficult thing to catch." He asked, teasing her for answering his question with another question. "It's Lisson." He said, giving a polite bow with his head. Hopefully she'd return the favor and grace him with her own as well.
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Post by Flare on May 26, 2024 20:20:57 GMT -6
The loziuyesh turns around on the water, adjusting her position once she sees her hunting companion prepare himself. The smallbody male is closer to the gravel patch then she is. And although she's a great leaper, it would take at least one landing to get onto the gravel patch. The trap is her creation but he's free to make the kill. If he can. She's been baiting carrion birds on and off all season. "No, but it is appreciated that you offered your name first." Such a polite male. She's not quite sure what clan the smallbody male belongs to. She could ask. "I am known by Hama outside of my clan." her horned head bows politely in return. "Tell me, which god's clan do you hail from Lisson? All loziuyesh like myself are bound to the Clan of Steel." There's only a few kinds of draconic that hail to each god's clan. What was his. 13
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Post by Emery on May 26, 2024 20:48:52 GMT -6
A few carrion birds fluttered around the edge of the ridge, the rest wheeling in the sky. They seemed to have noticed the trap, but didn't want to draw close just yet. Perhaps still weighing their options. Perhaps not sure if it was safe yet. It wasn't of course, but he was happy to lure them into a false sense of security. "Hama. What a nice name." He replied, not really thinking about what he was saying. Clan of Steel though, eh? "I'm surprised you've never seen a Devaros." He said, fluttering his wings. "By all means, look and be amazed. I was born to the Clan of The Tainter." Just then however, a crow swooped down. It examined the rocks. It examined the fish. It even reached down to pluck at the scales of one. Lisson grinned, his teeth flashing, and his eyes began to glow. Perfect. Luckily, he didn't need to simply leap at the bird- he had another trick up his metaphorical sleeves. The innate magic of a Devaros allowed them to summon swarms of insects. Sure enough, the few flies surrounding the fish suddenly bubbled and multiplied, swarming around the bird. It squawked and flapped its wings as the insects rushed at its eyes and joints, distracting it.
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