Post by shadowreine on Jul 17, 2011 14:09:47 GMT -5
It wasn't often that J'tor convinced Bonjouth to fly somewhere just for the fun of it. The brown only flew for drills and pretty females, and sweeps. Only for duty and sex, thus.
Just to swim in the ocean? That took some persuading. Of course, J'tor was used to persuading his dragon to do things he really did not want to. Otherwise, surely, the brown would have ended up fat and lazy, his fear of heights keeping him mostly grounded.
Right now, though, Bonjouth was a brown lump half in, half out of the ocean, his head on the sea side. He kept dipping his face under, peering at some curious fish that were approaching.
J'tor knew, of course, that Bonjouth was considering whether the fish would be worth it as snacks. What else would a dragon see fish as?
Just to swim in the ocean? That took some persuading. Of course, J'tor was used to persuading his dragon to do things he really did not want to. Otherwise, surely, the brown would have ended up fat and lazy, his fear of heights keeping him mostly grounded.
Right now, though, Bonjouth was a brown lump half in, half out of the ocean, his head on the sea side. He kept dipping his face under, peering at some curious fish that were approaching.
J'tor knew, of course, that Bonjouth was considering whether the fish would be worth it as snacks. What else would a dragon see fish as?
