Post by Gaelen on Oct 11, 2005 10:50:08 GMT -5
Most dragons craved companionship. Most needed it. They liked conversations, long but casual rants sitting by a roaring fire(which are not hard to find here). Gaelen was little different. He enjoyed companionship, yes, but he did not need it, as most did. He had certainly gone long enough without it, after all.
In any case, he had his books, puzzles, and art to entertain him. At the moment, he was in the process of designing a maze. Not a long one, and not a great one, but it was something of a warm-up for him. One day, he planned on turning the mesa he now lived in into a maze, but he needed to design it first, and that could take time. Years.
Of course, Gaelen had nothing but time. He had no real schedule, no friends or relatives to keep in contact with, no matters of politics or anything else that other dragons frequently fretted over. His only worry was where to get food, for the hunting parties from Pyc often ravaged the herds in this area before he could get to them. Most of the time, he had little problem with hunger though.
Speaking of which... Gaelen, who had been lounging atop his mesa, good eye shut, stirred, wings rustling as he slowly stood. He had not eaten for about two days. Not long, but enough that he had an appetite. The famine was over now, so he had no worry of depleting his food stores overmuch. The great, red-colored dragon turned, moving down a ramp of sorts into the main cavern of his lair.
Actually, there were only three caverns total. The one he was currently in was the largest by far, and held everything he owned. Several books(carved in sheets of animal hide) were placed neatly in one corner, and there were a few pieces of artwork there as well. A bust of the General Dyrrhon of Pycrynio sat by one wall, a landscape of Mount Py and the land around was set in a raised alcove near another, and a couple smaller such works were near other walls.
The second cavern was the one Gaelen entered now, through a low archway blocked by an enormous boulder. This was where he kept his food, all of it smoked so that it would last longer, and set in small alcoves carved into the stone by his own claws. At the moment, there was not much here, but he was in no hurry to get more.
The third cavern he would not visit until later. It was where he slept, and was nothing more than a small room large enough for him to enter and curl up in.
Gaelen snapped up the blackened carcass of a doglike mammal, swallowing it whole in the manner of the ancient crocodile. That would sate his hunger for a while. Now, back to his maze. Lumbering steps took him back out of the mesa and into the sun once more, where he lay down once again on the rock outcrop that had come to be his favorite. There he shut his one eye again and went back to mentally designing his maze, oblivious to anyone and everyone in the vicinity.
ooc| I hope that wasn't as boring as I think it may be... o.0 And I hope I left room for someone else to come in. Miffle.
In any case, he had his books, puzzles, and art to entertain him. At the moment, he was in the process of designing a maze. Not a long one, and not a great one, but it was something of a warm-up for him. One day, he planned on turning the mesa he now lived in into a maze, but he needed to design it first, and that could take time. Years.
Of course, Gaelen had nothing but time. He had no real schedule, no friends or relatives to keep in contact with, no matters of politics or anything else that other dragons frequently fretted over. His only worry was where to get food, for the hunting parties from Pyc often ravaged the herds in this area before he could get to them. Most of the time, he had little problem with hunger though.
Speaking of which... Gaelen, who had been lounging atop his mesa, good eye shut, stirred, wings rustling as he slowly stood. He had not eaten for about two days. Not long, but enough that he had an appetite. The famine was over now, so he had no worry of depleting his food stores overmuch. The great, red-colored dragon turned, moving down a ramp of sorts into the main cavern of his lair.
Actually, there were only three caverns total. The one he was currently in was the largest by far, and held everything he owned. Several books(carved in sheets of animal hide) were placed neatly in one corner, and there were a few pieces of artwork there as well. A bust of the General Dyrrhon of Pycrynio sat by one wall, a landscape of Mount Py and the land around was set in a raised alcove near another, and a couple smaller such works were near other walls.
The second cavern was the one Gaelen entered now, through a low archway blocked by an enormous boulder. This was where he kept his food, all of it smoked so that it would last longer, and set in small alcoves carved into the stone by his own claws. At the moment, there was not much here, but he was in no hurry to get more.
The third cavern he would not visit until later. It was where he slept, and was nothing more than a small room large enough for him to enter and curl up in.
Gaelen snapped up the blackened carcass of a doglike mammal, swallowing it whole in the manner of the ancient crocodile. That would sate his hunger for a while. Now, back to his maze. Lumbering steps took him back out of the mesa and into the sun once more, where he lay down once again on the rock outcrop that had come to be his favorite. There he shut his one eye again and went back to mentally designing his maze, oblivious to anyone and everyone in the vicinity.
ooc| I hope that wasn't as boring as I think it may be... o.0 And I hope I left room for someone else to come in. Miffle.
