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Prey to be a pet! 3 It's been a week now since I first returned home, Sierra has practically moved into the cave now, although she won't admit she's moved in with me. To her, she's just 'relocated' to a cave closer to me. Not much has happened in the last week, mainly resting and it's done me well. Physically, my wounds have almost completely healed, visually however, still looks pretty bad. Sierra has spent most of the time hunting and searching for that white wolf I saw. Her hunting has been great, the meat storage has grown steadily with several kills added to it each day. However the wolf hasn't been seen since. I lay there, enjoying th

Prey to be a Pet! 4 "Who are you!" I yell, trying to sound as aggressive as possible so hopefully the limb retreats, but it doesn't, instead the owner of the limb speaks. "That doesn't matter to you, but I finally caught you, that's what really matters human." A deep male voice emits from within the shrubbery before its owner rises up and out of the bushes, his gaze fixated on me showing off a toothy grin. I take a second to look over the dragon, green with a silver neck, underbelly and the underside of his wings that begin to stretch out. "What do you mean finally caught me, I'm not some animal?" I query my captor, trying to stay as intim

Prey to be a Pet! 5 Sierra continues to cry, unaware of the approaching dragon. The crossbow bolt that David shot has blinded the dragon's left eye, it's now a dead murky grey with a red trail of blood falling from the eye socket. A vast contrast to its other which is an earthy brown and full of anger. Despite the dragon's anger, he keeps his calm and sneaks toward Sierra. Being cautious with every step to make sure he makes no sound. For a female Sierra is strong and the male dragon would much rather take her by surprise than risk further injury. The male dragon pauses as he hears sounds coming from Sierra, crying. He stands there for a fe

Prey to be a pet! 6 I awake, a bustling community of traders and locals echoes around me. I yawn and rub my belly as I remember my midnight meal. Thankfully there are no visible reminders of the child I ate and I get up. My wings touch either side of my stall as I stretch out my body and prepare for a long day. Already my stomach growls again, hoping that I can get some breakfast before I go. I sit down and contemplate what today is going to be like as many dark clouds are beginning to gather in the sky. I soon become distracted from the weather as I hear footsteps heading toward me. I turn around and see Tiffany holding a plate with two ro