Prompts

('19) PROMPT: DRAGON

note*
italicized is translated, does not take place on earth.

"Akkri," Xyoria whispers as she sits herself up and leans forward slightly. Akkri mumbles out a quiet 'huh' as she uses her elbows to prop herself up, eyes only half open. "I heard noises," Xyoria whispers in a worried tone. Akkri fully sits up, rubbing her tired eyes awake. "Close?" Akkri asks as she looks around to refamilarate herself. Xyoria nods, reaching over for her rifle. "Your leg is still hurt, you can't walk," Akkri reminds her as she stops her from retrieving it. "Go look, please be careful," Xyoria says, concern clear in her expression. Akkri nods and grabs her dagger from its sheath before getting up. Carefully barely poking her head out of her tent she looks around. The coast is clear as she quietly slips out and cautiously looks around, sticking to the shadows as best as she can. Just as Xyoria worried a dragon is lurking a few feet away from their camp. It's a smaller one, a lower tier it seems. Carefully sneaking back to her tent and slipping inside she gives Xyoria a scared look. "Dragon, smaller low tier one," Akkri informs her. Xyoria frowns, thinking about what to do. Picking up her rifle she holds it out to Akkri with a serious expression. "Me? I can't do it," Akkri frowns, scared as she simply stares at the rifle. "I've helped you shoot it before, you can do it. I believe in you," Xyoria says softly, placing a hand on her shoulder gently. "Ok. I got this," Akkri mumbles as she hesitantly takes Xyoria's rifle and gently slings it over her back. Making her way out of her tent and to the edge of camp she lies beside a rock. Getting the rifle and setting up a shot she takes a deep breath before looking through the scope. Counting down silently in her head she soon pulls the trigger. There's a loud cry of pain and in fear she hurriedly pulls the rifle to her chest as she rolls behind cover and sits up. It's quiet as she catches her breath, giving her the confidence to look out behind the rock. The dragon is slumped on the ground motionless. After looking at it for a minute with no movement to be seen she walks over, rifle on her back and knife ready. She checks for any signs of life before letting out a deep sigh of relief; it's dead. With some struggle she's able to pick up the dragon and carry it back to camp. The weight of it slows her down a lot but it's not a long way. Dropping it next to her tent she crawls back inside. Xyoria gives her a proud look, she was able to easily put together what happened from the thump beside the tent to the relieved look on Akkri's face. "You did it! I told you you could," Xyoria chuckles lightly as Akkri puts her rifle back in its original spot. "I know, thank you," Akkri blushes as she goes to lay back down. "Goodnight, again," Xyoria smiles with a yawn. "Sleep well," Akkri smiles back tiredly.