"Usually." Veraxitoc spoke with a cold tone, watching their expressions.
Then he began to chuckle, and laugh at the man's rather worried expression, while he knew the truth. He had never eaten horse, and never planned to. Horses were vile creatures, and he refused to eat them, out of a snobby sense of pride. He would eat sheep, cow, pig. But horses were nothing but tough muscle, bone, and a rather large unsavoury piece of meat. And he simply was too proud to eat them. Sheep had loads of fat and meat on them. So did cows, and pigs. Cows were good for quelling the sickening foam that eating certain types of rocks caused. Rather, any creature with a large or multiple stomachs.
"I jest, never would I eat horse. Not enough meat, too tough to chew. And before you come out with, oh, rocks are chewy, dragons swallow the rocks whole or crush them. We are an intelligent race and have discovered horse is not a good meal." The last part of that was a lie. Most dragons liked horse. But he was picky. He wouldn't eat anything male, except for dangerous animals. And if he did, he roasted them on the way down. But his pride issue made him reluctant to eat anything with a package. Never.
