sticks and stones and broken bones. [ardent/open]

[rattinger]

Cinnte Dàis Crevice... possibly Rattinger's favorite place out of all of the Cadre's lands. To most it was a frightening place, untouched by the warmth of the sun and riddled with the stench of death. Old bones cracked under foot, and who knew what lurked within the intimidating split of earth. But to the vulture myou, it was the reason he had joined this pack.

Rattinger glided down on a current, riding the wind lower and lower until he came to a stop on a large, flat topped boulder. The smell of something dying was particularly pungent here, rotten flesh left strewn about like a half finished meal. In truth, it was a half finished meal. A young griffin had bit off more than it could chew and left the remains of unicorn. Where the horned horse had come from was debatable, but that really didn't matter. It also didn't matter that the meat was starting to turn rancid. Ratt had just scored himself a five star dinner in his opinion, and as he sank his white nose into the decaying horse meat he could not help but grin. His choice in home was definitely exquisite.

[Ardent]

[th][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=height,130,true][atrb=width,500,true]
[atrb=height,327,true][atrb=width,160,true]	[atrb=width,342,true][atrb=height,372,true][scrolly:h(327),w(342),sy][atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/5l6M.png] Ardent soared over the land, searching for food that would appease her appitite. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the half eaten corpse of a Unicorn. She saw the myou she had been watching for a little bit go after it. She tilted her head, moving her wings so that she circled above the two. Slowly she spiraled down till she landed a few feet away from the male. The unicorn would sustain one of them and she had just eaten so she could wait. But she was curious about the other. Of course right before she could say somthing she spoted a giant bone. She moved over to it and pulled it near the corpse. "May I join you?" She could sustain herself on the bone until she found a good creature to eat. It was a good thing she was on a wolf free diet currently. Or she would probally have attacked the vulture. Dragon image by 'kgherstin of DeviantArt [/scrolly]
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[rattinger]

Meeting the dragon at the pack meeting, where he could gauge the reaction of others in order to keep his own from being in appropriate was one thing. Meeting the dragon when he was completely alone and in an area known to be frequented by deadly predators was another. Her graceful landing was much like a helicopter's, smooth, quick, elegant, and easy while still powerful enough to knock the surrounding critters off their feet. Rattinger could feel the bile rise in his throat as she made her way closer, a defense mechanism inherited from his vulture soul. He wanted to protect his meal and make a quick getaway if need be. It was instinct.

Thankfully, recognition clicked before he could vomit up rancid meat and acidic stomach juices. He swallowed his meal for the second time, reaching down to pluck off another chunk of flesh before fixing the dragon with a curious stare. "And here I thought I was the only one who enjoyed a week old meal. To what do I owe this..." he paused for a moment, trying to think up an insultingly complimentary word. But she was still a dragon, and that fact alone had him a little on edge now that he no longer had the strength of numbers to rely on. So instead he settled for a simple term as he continued to eat his decaying meal. "pleasure?"

[Ardent]

[th][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=height,130,true][atrb=width,500,true]
[atrb=height,327,true][atrb=width,160,true]	[atrb=width,342,true][atrb=height,372,true][scrolly:h(327),w(342),sy][atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/5l6M.png] Ardent watched him from slowly swirling eyes. She did not prefer week old meat but if she really didnt want to hunt or if she didnt know where a good place was for her size food she would take it. Right now perhaps this creature could show her to a place that had live unicorns and what not. She could really do with some Unicorn. "I was out looking for food, If i can not find fresh i go with what is availble. Pickers cant be choosers." She smiled in her dragonic way as she moved near and laid down, watching him from her position. "If you are a wolf why do you enjoy the week old meals?" She did not know that each Myou had a second soul just that they came in different shapes and sizes like all wolves. This would be a interesting learning experience for the big dragoness. With wings folded to her back, the female let the air just soak into her skin. While she loved the sun, everynow and then one needed to get out of the way of the sunlight. She looked up before going back to gnawing a bit on the bone she had. "Perhaps you can show me a area where their are creatures my meal size, that are alive that i can catch." Dragon image by 'kgherstin of DeviantArt [/scrolly]
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[rattinger]

Ah. So the mighty huntress scavenged when her choices were limited. That was not uncommon among most predators. They ate what they could when pickings were slim. Rattinger, of course, was not much of a predator. He was a scavenger through and through, often eating only the remains of others' kills. His digestive tract was specially designed for such consumption thanks to his vulture half, and he rather enjoyed the taste of rancid flesh. There was something delightfully wrong in the way it tasted, and he reveled in being one of few creatures brave enough to devour it.

And the dragon said something that only further encouraged his ego to puff itself out in pride. Looking up from his meal, he stared her down, expression smug. His feathers ruffled as his chest puffed out, and he struck the most noble looking pose he could muster. Long wings spread out to their full span, arched slightly to accommodate for the rock obstacles strewn about. His bald head was poised with white nose pointed up, snooty and vain as he posed. "Vulture, my dear. I am Rattinger, the vulture. I eat that which others discard. Predators are such... wasteful creatures, after all."

It was true he identified more with his vulture soul than he did his wolf one. The bird was the one that had control of his body. The bird was the one called Rattinger. More often than not the wolf rode back seat, barely a conscious thought slipping through. It was only there because it was in his bloodline... Myou. If he'd had a choice he would have been full turkey vulture. As it was, he simply relished the perks of his avian senses mixed with his canine ones. They really did give him a great advantage, eyesight impeccable and sense of smell to die for (quite literally, for he hardwired to pick up on the scent of death). Which is why he was able to have an answer for the dragon's next question.

She was in the market for large, live prey? While he was not in the habit of feasting on the living, Ratt did know of a few good hunting grounds. Where there were herds, there were old and sickly creatures living among the strong. He was always waiting for something to drop dead, its family leaving the body behind as they all moved on with their lives. It was then that the vulture would swoop in and have himself a grand ol' meal, no hunting needed for nature had already taken its course. His mouth curved with a smile at the thought of wide open spaces littered with corpses just waiting to be feasted on. He knew the perfect place. "Have you ever flown over the Yuliterra Prairie? The lands there are always littered with meals just ripe for the picking."

[Ardent]

[th][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=height,130,true][atrb=width,500,true]
[atrb=height,327,true][atrb=width,160,true]	[atrb=width,342,true][atrb=height,372,true][scrolly:h(327),w(342),sy][atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/5l6M.png] Ardent watched the male puff up and she smiled inwordly. She was amused how many others she had seen if they where smaller liked to make themself bigger. Be it by being given a compliment or trying to ward her off. This one seemed to preen under her attention and it amused her. His words reached her ears and she nodded her head slightly. Now she could place him. He had the features of the Vultures that she had seen as she moved across the world. "it is a pleasure to meet you Rattinger." She bowed her head slightly as she spoke before snaping the bone in two. She had much to learn of the Myou's for she still didnt really understand the second soul part. She knew some where more like the other creature then the wolf but she wished she knew why. Yes she was a very curious creature, fortunatly she was a dragon so not much got her into real trouble. As he spoke agian she rose a dragonic brow. The prairie hm? She closed her eyes and tilted her head, looking over her world map, noting the absense of a prairie that was near here. She was able to create a world map in her head but the places she had never been just remained blank, while the others made a colorful map. "I have not, Can you show me or is it on another packs lands?" She of course had no use for the packs with their bounderies but it might help to know where she was heading and if she would meet trouble. Or at least others. If she was on another packs lands then she would have to ask permission. Well she wouldnt have to but she would anyways because its what she did. Dragon image by 'kgherstin of DeviantArt [/scrolly]
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[rattinger]

Rattinger's brow raised as if he was asking a skeptical question. Did she really think he would direct her to a pack's land? He wasn't stupid. What he lacked in the looks department he made up for with his brain. As much fun as it could be to sick a dragon on one of the weaker packs and make a meal out of the destruction, he wasn't in the habit of actively making enemies. And he did have a duty to his pack. It would do himself and the Cadre no good if dragged them into war just for a bit of sport.

"The Prairie's always been fair game. If you fly due east, you can't miss it. Don't know how anyone could miss that much flat land." He chuckled then, laughing at his own joke. He was unable to speak without adding in some sort of insult. But he was not being outright rude, at least. And if she wanted him to accompany her there, he would go. It would be interesting to draft on the tailwinds of a dragon. But he would not offer of his own will, and he was sure his directions were sound. Just fly east; the large territory was impossible to miss.