A warm breeze rustled the tall grasses of the plain. It coaxed the dragon out of his slumber, long wings and muscles stretching in the midday sun. A heavy yawn followed.
It would have been a scenic, impressive sight; however, the half eaten mammoth carcass that rested a few feet away ruined the image.
It had been a day or two without sign of something to eat that should’ve tipped him off, honestly. J’hasi had been crossing one of the rare flat, warmish parts of Skyrim on an errand for Urag when he’d finally caught the scent of something edible. Hopefully tasty.
The Khajiit hadn’t realized that the scent of a fresh kill he’d been following was still guarded by its hunter, at least…not until what he’d taken for a huge rock was in fact alive, and worse, awake, its massive wingspan throwing a dark shadow over the ground. J’hasi’s fur rose on end at the sight of the massive creature’s jaws opening, the flash of sharp teeth lining them…
He darted behind the mammoth carcass, shaking, hoping that the giant reptilian…whatever it was didn’t have a good sense of smell.
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