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She did her best to quietly get through the forest. It wasn't easy, being as big as she was. Her black scales glistened in the moonlight, the forest deafeningly quiet. She feared for every small step she'd made. Those hunters could be anywhere near. Just waiting for her to screw up. For years poachers had been after her. Humans were despicable. After Elise, she would never again trust a human. She couldn't, they all wanted her for some reason or another, not that she knew what those reasons were, but she knew she didn't want to find out. She never killed, she had no need to, she just had to run from these people who wanted her.
It always amazed her, human persistence that was. It was like, the more they tried the more stamina they had, the more they felt what they wanted was actually theirs. She let out a small hiss of annoyance, she had to find somewhere to go. These hunter's weren't going to stop at just this.
Ferin's long, lithe body squeezed between the tree's, startling birds and making her slightly happy for the distance she'd put between her and those poachers earlier. That's when she saw it. The small cave entrance, way out of the way. She limped her way over, her nostrils filled with her own blood. She wanted to curse at the man whom had shot the harpoon gun at her, but she had resisted and got away as fast as she could. She'd been covering her trail by swiping her tail across the road behind her.
As she got in the cave she relaxed a little. Looking at her wound though, she had no cause to relax, the harpoon was still inside her leg, and it hurt like hell. She tried to get at it with her large maw, but it was just a little to far. This time she did curse at herself. Fighting back horrific dragon tears. She never really understood the human need for violence, it was like they couldn't help themselves. They didn't even seem to care if someone got hurt, hell half the time they laughed at someone else's pain.
She curled up as well as she could, a pained rumble escaped her gargantuan throat. She fought to keep her breath even. She was quite glad that she had fed off the moon's energy while she ran. She might not have made it here if that had been the case. She closed her eyes and tried to bring sleep to her weary and alert body. The darkness of the dreamland fell over her, as memories of a far off time came to her in shambles.
It always amazed her, human persistence that was. It was like, the more they tried the more stamina they had, the more they felt what they wanted was actually theirs. She let out a small hiss of annoyance, she had to find somewhere to go. These hunter's weren't going to stop at just this.
Ferin's long, lithe body squeezed between the tree's, startling birds and making her slightly happy for the distance she'd put between her and those poachers earlier. That's when she saw it. The small cave entrance, way out of the way. She limped her way over, her nostrils filled with her own blood. She wanted to curse at the man whom had shot the harpoon gun at her, but she had resisted and got away as fast as she could. She'd been covering her trail by swiping her tail across the road behind her.
As she got in the cave she relaxed a little. Looking at her wound though, she had no cause to relax, the harpoon was still inside her leg, and it hurt like hell. She tried to get at it with her large maw, but it was just a little to far. This time she did curse at herself. Fighting back horrific dragon tears. She never really understood the human need for violence, it was like they couldn't help themselves. They didn't even seem to care if someone got hurt, hell half the time they laughed at someone else's pain.
She curled up as well as she could, a pained rumble escaped her gargantuan throat. She fought to keep her breath even. She was quite glad that she had fed off the moon's energy while she ran. She might not have made it here if that had been the case. She closed her eyes and tried to bring sleep to her weary and alert body. The darkness of the dreamland fell over her, as memories of a far off time came to her in shambles.