searching for a remedy ● idyllfields

[bai shi ⦸]

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[color=#7E354D]BAI SHI
" biting the burning bullet to break bones "

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salt water sluicing against open wounds, waves lapping over their head, current tangling at the dragon's body. it was oddly relaxing, compared to the river back in the pitt's territory. just the feeling of the water sucking and pushing at their body caused the great beast to relax and float through the currents, kicking their massive paws idly to stay on course. not many dared to cross in the waters, but the sun was too much for them, and the air was ripe with gulls, many of which had fed their voracious appetite.

diving underwater for a moment, the starving dragon opened its mouth and demolished half a school of fish with a grumble, swallowing the food and water whole after blowing out as much salty water as they could between the cracks in their teeth. resurfacing, they scented the shore some distance away, and purred deep in their throat. a surprise secret rendezvous ... mostly for the dragon to check on the coyote after the disaster of the raid. they had news to share with the coyote, and some things to attempt while visiting them. some formal words of course, and something a little more ... emotional, and intimate. they planned to ask their permission to court them within their visit.

their gifts floated with them, tied to one of the jagged horns upon their head, broken times ago. rumbling gently as the tide pulled them in towards shore, they admired the scent of tropical life and hauled themselves onto the shore to bask in the sun and delightful warmth. gently hiding their gifts behind a pile of rocks, they uttered a long and low croon as they laid upon the sand, purposefully on the least visited shore of the typhoon's island, hoping that their friend would make their way to the shore for some task or other thing.

their heart had been aching since the beginning of the raid, since they had caught the scent of the coyote among the stench of all the gathered groups. idyll's sweet scent ... it had hurt their head to be there with them for merely a second before torn away back into battle. squinting their blind gaze, the dragon laid their head upon the sand, prepared to wait as long as it took. the pitt would not miss them.

digging their talons into the sandy ground, they rubbed their aching shoulder against the warm sand, trying to itch the infernal scratch that they could never quite reach,  the scar itching and aching as it healed slowly, inflamed with infection despite their best attempts to dress it. yawning widely, they nestled the sand, letting their mind wander and play with many ideas, mostly dreaming of the feeling of soft fur against their scales, a small ball of warmth pressed into them, kept safe. purring deep in their throat, they became aware of electricity sparking up their throat and into the sand, causing them to grunt at the sharp glass pressing into their cheek. lifting their head, they snapped their jaws shut and attempted to shove the freshly formed glass from the sand, rolling it towards the rocks with their muzzle. perhaps idyll could find some use for it?