Post by Bertram Targaryen on Mar 19, 2014 23:36:44 GMT -5
Vraxor looked around his new cave. It was smaller than his old one and reeked of delicious dragons, he had even seen many on his way down that would make for a wonderful meal. Unfortunately, his Bertram knew him too well, he had tried to snap at a few of the smaller dragons on his way down to no avail. Bertram chained Vraxor to the walls and floor, making sure to leave enough slack for the beast to move and be comfortable, but still tight enough to provide safety for any unknowing souls who wandered this far down.
"I'm sorry old friend, I know this is not like our home in Lorath, but I'm sure you remember this place from the shirt time you spent here before we were sent away. I can't imagine what the smell must be like for you, but I promise, you will feast soon enough." Bertram sighed and cast a sad and weary glance at his best friend, "Try not to cause much trouble, we are strangers here and strangers are rarely treated with kindness and understanding." Bertram brought down some farm animals to at least appease his unhappy companion. Vraxor's eyes perked up slightly at hearing the terrified bleating of the two goats and a sheep that were left for him.
Vraxor did indeed know this place, he has only been here for a short time, but dragon's have a long memory. He torched the fuzzy meats that were brought to him. He knew that Bertram was not as happy as he should be, it must have been because he left his mate and whelp back at there old home. Vraxor waited for his Bertram to return, was not a happy boy.
"I'm sorry old friend, I know this is not like our home in Lorath, but I'm sure you remember this place from the shirt time you spent here before we were sent away. I can't imagine what the smell must be like for you, but I promise, you will feast soon enough." Bertram sighed and cast a sad and weary glance at his best friend, "Try not to cause much trouble, we are strangers here and strangers are rarely treated with kindness and understanding." Bertram brought down some farm animals to at least appease his unhappy companion. Vraxor's eyes perked up slightly at hearing the terrified bleating of the two goats and a sheep that were left for him.
Vraxor did indeed know this place, he has only been here for a short time, but dragon's have a long memory. He torched the fuzzy meats that were brought to him. He knew that Bertram was not as happy as he should be, it must have been because he left his mate and whelp back at there old home. Vraxor waited for his Bertram to return, was not a happy boy.
all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too