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Hylea's swooping narrowly dodged the fireball that coursed their tail. Attila grasped the reins and squeezed his legs around her sides as she turned about and breathed in sharply. The heat from her belly was intense and Hylea spat a blast of fire from her mouth, roaring and twirling away to avoid the grasping claws of their enemy.
Feral dragons were much more common than those that agreed to having a bond with a dragonrider. And here in the skies, the law of survival was all that they followed. Attila hadn't meant to ride over another dragon's den, and even he and Hylea made for the skies, the other dragon gave chase, seeing prey, a smaller one of its own kind, and human snack on top of it.
It's own size was massive, clearly well-fed from the size of it's body, spanning more than 30 feet in length, and a wingspan twice that, black and green scales cover it's belly. The emerald eyes of this beast glowed with fury, and the fire it breathed in words of hatred was greener than the verdant southern Thunderblacks.
"FLY FAR! FLY FAST, LITTLE INSECT! WHEREVER YOU GO, I WILL FIND YOU!" the dragon roared, wings beating the air like an unruly stepchild, coning around it's body until it darted closer to Hylea.
Attila kept focus and would have raised his bow, but anything launched at their assailant wouldn't do a gods-be-damned thing. So he bristled, ducking his head beneath a stray flare and pressing himself closer to Hylea, to dive into the trees.
But the other dragon was much faster than he calculated and Attila gripped the harness for dear life as Hylea suddenly swooped to draw her claws out to protect Attila. The dragon reached out, snatching her tail with one clawed grip and Hylea slashed at his underbelly, cutting deep and spewing out green. The dragon's face reached down and sunk teeth into Hylea's shoulder, wrenching her off to the side and separating Attila from the saddle.
Hylea was flung far off, and Attila spun wildly, dizzied in the fall and she disappeared from sight when he landed in the trees below. He yelped and tried to brace himself as his body slammed and smacked into branches. His right ribs slammed hard into the outstretched branch of a maple tree and he felt ribs snap, and the only thing that softened his fall was the damp undergrowth of leaves and detritus on the forest floor.
Whether he was dead or alive, he didn't know, but his ribs were broken, and his shoulder felt oddly out of place, then black stole his vision.
Hylea's swooping narrowly dodged the fireball that coursed their tail. Attila grasped the reins and squeezed his legs around her sides as she turned about and breathed in sharply. The heat from her belly was intense and Hylea spat a blast of fire from her mouth, roaring and twirling away to avoid the grasping claws of their enemy.
Feral dragons were much more common than those that agreed to having a bond with a dragonrider. And here in the skies, the law of survival was all that they followed. Attila hadn't meant to ride over another dragon's den, and even he and Hylea made for the skies, the other dragon gave chase, seeing prey, a smaller one of its own kind, and human snack on top of it.
It's own size was massive, clearly well-fed from the size of it's body, spanning more than 30 feet in length, and a wingspan twice that, black and green scales cover it's belly. The emerald eyes of this beast glowed with fury, and the fire it breathed in words of hatred was greener than the verdant southern Thunderblacks.
"FLY FAR! FLY FAST, LITTLE INSECT! WHEREVER YOU GO, I WILL FIND YOU!" the dragon roared, wings beating the air like an unruly stepchild, coning around it's body until it darted closer to Hylea.
Attila kept focus and would have raised his bow, but anything launched at their assailant wouldn't do a gods-be-damned thing. So he bristled, ducking his head beneath a stray flare and pressing himself closer to Hylea, to dive into the trees.
But the other dragon was much faster than he calculated and Attila gripped the harness for dear life as Hylea suddenly swooped to draw her claws out to protect Attila. The dragon reached out, snatching her tail with one clawed grip and Hylea slashed at his underbelly, cutting deep and spewing out green. The dragon's face reached down and sunk teeth into Hylea's shoulder, wrenching her off to the side and separating Attila from the saddle.
Hylea was flung far off, and Attila spun wildly, dizzied in the fall and she disappeared from sight when he landed in the trees below. He yelped and tried to brace himself as his body slammed and smacked into branches. His right ribs slammed hard into the outstretched branch of a maple tree and he felt ribs snap, and the only thing that softened his fall was the damp undergrowth of leaves and detritus on the forest floor.
Whether he was dead or alive, he didn't know, but his ribs were broken, and his shoulder felt oddly out of place, then black stole his vision.