Starcharm didn't know a moose could taste so good. Featherfriend had let her have the timber wolf's leg because they were hard to find. Delicious! "Did you hear?" Starcharm looked up from her meal. "A wyvern was attacked by the Egg-Smash." Featherfriend told her.
"She killed every creature in a half mile radius for that, even her mate." Starcharm shuddered. Wyverns were not to mess with. "Have you ever heard a wyvern call?" Her friend asked. "Hmm?" Starcharm looked up from the piece of meat she was about to devour.
"Have you ever heard a wyvern call?" Featherfriend repeated. As Starcharm opened her mouth to respond, a loud, shrill wail cut through the air like a claw. "That. Is a wyvern call." Her friend was on her hooves. "I better get going." She said. "Bye Empty!" With that, she took off into the clouds. Starcharm chewed on the moose's ribs thoughtfully.
That wyvern had sounded so close. Maybe she would hide herself and Empty in some in some thornbushes tonight. She got up, and dug a hole. She pushed the extra meat and bones into it and covered them. This way it wouldn't attract any other creatures.
Starcharm had heard stories about the few creatures living in the Crag Mountains. There were several gangs of wyverns mostly, but there was also a clan of about six dragons, led by a gigantic, green scaled dragon named Throatrip. She had also met an outcast from that clan, Caringfire. She and Caringfire weren't exactly friends, just acquaintances.
Maybe Starcharm would pay her a visit, get more friendly. She decided to get going. She sighed as she headed to the base of the mountains.
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Trapped
FantasyStarcharm was (in her opinion) the average dragon. She hunted, flew, and was pretty friendly. The one thing different about her was her child, Empty, forever trapped inside their egg by a foul beast called the Egg-Smash. When Empty dies she finds he...
