The earth was scorched and cracked, so dry that it would be a crazy idea to think that, even a mile away, there was water. Yet, there was. The lands quickly became flatter, and some grass began to appear, then there were a few shrubs that reached for the unforgiving sun of the desert-like land, but nothing larger, not even when you reached the river that flowed through Dryfoot. The water was not cold, at least, not near the edges, actually somewhat warm, like a spring. It was a wonder how it was still flowing, even through the intense heat of summer. However, if one got past the warm water near the bank, they would be submersed in cooler liquid, and surrounded by the fish that stayed away from the heated banks. They were large and small, and aplenty, especially compared to the lack of animals on the land.
Next to the bank, on a very large rock, was what looked, from a far, like a star. Mordred's scales shined bright under the sun, sending mirror-like flashes in every direction as they caught the light. Up close, if one hadn't been blinded by then, she was a slender dragoness Fury, with scales of gold, orange and red. Her wings were slightly unfolded to take in the nice warmth of the sun, and her neck was lowered to drink from the warm river. She shined brighter than usual, and this was because she had just gone for a dip, a fish skeleton the size of her arm was the proof. She licked her chaps as her burnt orange eyes observed her land. The red tip of her tail twitched in a cat-like manner as she watched, with her sharp, eagle-like eyes, a beetle crawl around her claws, quite afraid of being squashed.
She moved her claw slightly and crushed it with the very tip, then washed it off in the river. In this quick action, she spotted on, tiny speck of dirt, just above her knuckle. Without hesitation, she cleaned it off as if it had the ability to give her a horrid disease. Her nose wrinkled a bit in disgust, then shook her head and neck and opened her jaws wide in a yawn. The Fury was growing bored, and was contemplating whether or not she wanted to play her game with the local humans. She resisted the urge to knead her claws into the ground and sat up, only to turn around and look towards the fire nation, wondering if any humans were out and about, ready for her little game of survival.
Next to the bank, on a very large rock, was what looked, from a far, like a star. Mordred's scales shined bright under the sun, sending mirror-like flashes in every direction as they caught the light. Up close, if one hadn't been blinded by then, she was a slender dragoness Fury, with scales of gold, orange and red. Her wings were slightly unfolded to take in the nice warmth of the sun, and her neck was lowered to drink from the warm river. She shined brighter than usual, and this was because she had just gone for a dip, a fish skeleton the size of her arm was the proof. She licked her chaps as her burnt orange eyes observed her land. The red tip of her tail twitched in a cat-like manner as she watched, with her sharp, eagle-like eyes, a beetle crawl around her claws, quite afraid of being squashed.
She moved her claw slightly and crushed it with the very tip, then washed it off in the river. In this quick action, she spotted on, tiny speck of dirt, just above her knuckle. Without hesitation, she cleaned it off as if it had the ability to give her a horrid disease. Her nose wrinkled a bit in disgust, then shook her head and neck and opened her jaws wide in a yawn. The Fury was growing bored, and was contemplating whether or not she wanted to play her game with the local humans. She resisted the urge to knead her claws into the ground and sat up, only to turn around and look towards the fire nation, wondering if any humans were out and about, ready for her little game of survival.
