A New Perspective [Hiatus]

Nætr-elding (New Dawn)

The night was still as the twinkling stars illuminated the dark sky and gentle waves of the ocean crashed against the shore, creating a melody that was soothing to the ears. It was a perfect night in every way, but there was a distant whistling sound that pierced the silence of the night. A massive figure emerged from the darkness, its body blending seamlessly into the night sky, with only its crimson eyes visible from a distance.

The rider on the dragon's back was silent, his gaze fixed on the ocean as he watched a school of scauldrons swimming beneath the surface, oblivious to the danger that lurked above. With 25 years of nighttime work under his belt, the rider's eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he could see the large shadows of the sea dragons moving at a leisurely pace.

The dragon that carried the rider was graceful and silent as it soared through the air, its razor-sharp talons at the ready to pluck a decent-sized scauldron that swam farther away from the group. The rider knew his companion was hungry, as the rumbling of its stomach was impossible to ignore.

As they approached the ocean, the man allowed his companion to take the lead. They both knew that the unsuspecting dragon would eventually have to surface for air, despite its natural ability to hold its breath for long periods.

As they drew closer to the dragon, it suddenly lifted its head to take a deep breath. Its eyes narrowed suspiciously as it scanned its surroundings, sensing that it was not alone.

Without a moment's hesitation, the duo sprang into action with lightning speed. In a flash, they had seized the dragon's thin neck in their powerful jaws and lifted it high into the air. The dragon growled and screeched in fury as it was taken further and further away from its pod.

The man and his companion moved swiftly, their movements coordinated and precise. They knew that they had to act quickly if they were to succeed in their mission. With every passing moment, the dragon grew more and more agitated, thrashing about in a desperate attempt to break free. But the man and his companion held on tightly, determined to complete their task no matter the cost.

With one swift and forceful motion, there was a resounding crack as the creature's neck was snapped, bringing its movements to an abrupt end. They decided to take a break at a nearby island to eat and rest since the northern market was still quite a distance away.

The man stood there, observing his companion tearing into the carcass of the freshly hunted prey with an insatiable hunger. He took a few steps forward and looked around the island which they had just landed on. The island was mostly barren with a few scattered forests and rock formations. In the center was a large lagoon, the waters of which were crystal clear.

As the man surveyed the surroundings, he remembered that boulder-class dragons loved inhabiting areas where there was an abundance of rocks. He knew that it would be dangerous to venture too far without adequate preparation. However, he also knew that fresh kills were not highly valued in the northern market but he had never once cared.