Karyorrhexis
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The night was cool but not brisk, and Karyorrhexis drifted easily along on the currents, wings outstretched, wind whistling through her feathers. She breathed in the dusk, the exhale causing her vents to seethe a dull, luminous blue. For a moment she closed her eyes, appreciating the sense of calm this atmosphere allowed her. For the moment - and likely only this one - she was at peace; there were no wars being waged (close enough for her to ascertain), no lesser creatures in peril, no dangers to her being. Karyorrhexis, therefore, had no pressing duties and could, blessedly, take this moment to herself. If the commissure of her mouth could pull into a quiet grin in this form, it would have.
After another hour or so in the sky, the dragon began searching for a place to land. She was not overly spent and did not necessarily need to replenish herself, but rest was wise for the creature which could be called upon in any breath. Pushing her consciousness out, down, Karyorrhexis felt for colonies that would need to be avoided. This land was not always kind to her; much like scientists faced with a novelty, many desired to capture, imprison, and otherwise study the beast. Her scales made excellent armor; her fire a nearly everlasting flame. Returning to the earth without first ensuring the lot was vacant was therefore unwise.
A small clearing, deep within an otherwise thick forest, appeared to be her best option. Woodland creatures abounded, but aside from them she felt nothing to fear. She dipped beneath the current draft she was riding and eased down, tucking her powerful wings in slightly, then more, until she was low enough that she needed to lean back and spread them out to catch her massive weight. The clearing was, indeed, quite narrow - Karyorrhexis frayed several feathers at the tips of her wings while landing. Pulling them quickly into her sides, she completed the last fifty or so feet in freefall. She landed with a dull, resounding thud, talons sinking into the dirt for purchase. Aside from someone physically witnessing her, these marks were the largest giveaway to her existence. Despite this, many still did not believe she did.
Rolling her shoulders, Karyorrhexis dislodged the last bits of tension that always came with a land. She stretched her neck, unfurled her wings, and shook before settling back into the subtle likeness of a serpent - legs curled under her, wings drooped easily at her sides, and cervical spine coiled so that her head dangled several feet over her shoulders. She could hunt, she supposed, but she didn't need to, and she did not believe in taking more than absolutely necessary. She would rest here, then, until the sun rose and woke her - or the pleas of the distressed did.
After another hour or so in the sky, the dragon began searching for a place to land. She was not overly spent and did not necessarily need to replenish herself, but rest was wise for the creature which could be called upon in any breath. Pushing her consciousness out, down, Karyorrhexis felt for colonies that would need to be avoided. This land was not always kind to her; much like scientists faced with a novelty, many desired to capture, imprison, and otherwise study the beast. Her scales made excellent armor; her fire a nearly everlasting flame. Returning to the earth without first ensuring the lot was vacant was therefore unwise.
A small clearing, deep within an otherwise thick forest, appeared to be her best option. Woodland creatures abounded, but aside from them she felt nothing to fear. She dipped beneath the current draft she was riding and eased down, tucking her powerful wings in slightly, then more, until she was low enough that she needed to lean back and spread them out to catch her massive weight. The clearing was, indeed, quite narrow - Karyorrhexis frayed several feathers at the tips of her wings while landing. Pulling them quickly into her sides, she completed the last fifty or so feet in freefall. She landed with a dull, resounding thud, talons sinking into the dirt for purchase. Aside from someone physically witnessing her, these marks were the largest giveaway to her existence. Despite this, many still did not believe she did.
Rolling her shoulders, Karyorrhexis dislodged the last bits of tension that always came with a land. She stretched her neck, unfurled her wings, and shook before settling back into the subtle likeness of a serpent - legs curled under her, wings drooped easily at her sides, and cervical spine coiled so that her head dangled several feet over her shoulders. She could hunt, she supposed, but she didn't need to, and she did not believe in taking more than absolutely necessary. She would rest here, then, until the sun rose and woke her - or the pleas of the distressed did.