Dozing in the Open

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BIC| Sukosh lifted her head in a slow, sleepy manner as the soft beat of wings grew louder. She lifted her head enough to show her spiked nose and the crest of horns that circled around her head to her jaw.

"What an odd little fowl," she commented as the creature took interest in her. Her voice, quite unlike the harsh rasping of her body plates, was very soft and flickered like fire. Snorting the smell of death out of her nose she tilted her head to where the bay of wolves announced their victory. The pack would eat well tonight.

Sighing, smoke billowing softly from her four toothed mouth, she turned her sharp emerald eyes once more to the raven before setting her head back on her wing. This time, however, the emerald cast a stark contrast to the soft white of her plates, almost like a snow covered hill with small tufts of spring grass on it. Sukosh figured she might as well be comfortable while she waited.

"Well you are a curious little creature," Sukosh murmured as her blazing emerald eyes followed the little raven. "Different, I think, from the ones at home. You have something different in your eyes."

Yawning, she shifted her weight and pressed the spiked tips of her dexterous wings against the ground to leverage herself back up. With a little hiccup she gathered her only pair of legs under her, the back pair, and folded her wings back against her sides as she straightened up. She had to smile though when she saw the long, dead streak of scorched grass her sneeze had brought on. It revealed her four dagger like teeth, and when she stood the sharp trail of similar knives that flowed down her spine could be seen as well.

Her body plates rasping like bone dragged over stone, Sukosh lifter her head to the raven and gave it a close study. When she was standing the little fowl wasn't that far above her head; she honestly thought she might have been able to stretch out her thick, trunk-like neck and sniff at it.

"Well just what are you so exited about?" she quired with no real hope for an answer. "Lord knows you're a welcome relief from my nap though. You know, you'd think a big, white, plated dragon would be hard to miss? Ha! So I had hoped."

Chuckling to herself she shook her head a little bit and added in an undertone, "Ah, Sukosh, talking to the little birds." the truth was, she loved the sound of her voice. Soft and flickering like the flames she so loved to create and manipulate, it was perfect for singing or just lulling a frightened critter into security. There were times when she wondered if she spoke aloud not out of boredom or curiosity, but instead out of vanity. It was quite possible; the large, harshly rasping plates that covered her instead of scales, the wings that grew from her shoulders instead of legs, the sleek, triangle shaped head could not be considered attractive. Fierce, powerful, even ugly in some way, but certainly not attractive. Her voice was her best feature, something that that usually got creatures to come to her and trust her instead of scaring them off.

Now she was simply curious about this bold little bird. It had been amusing before, but now she was forced to think about this fowl's fixation on her.

"Do you know, if you wanted to study something I could give you plenty to look at," she mused with a little tilt of her head. "I wonder if fire scares you? I have a talented tongue, my brothers are always jealous about the shapes I can make."

Then, as if to prove it, she let out a very small flame that wavered momentarily before melting into the form of, what else, a raven. It seemed to be in mid-flight, seeing as how the wings moved steadily, and when it turned its head small, life-like feathers ruffled on its neck. It was, indeed, very realistic.

The image was spoiled though as a squirrel scampered up her leg, having mistaken her for some large stone, and causing her to giggle so that her little flame stuttered out. "Well now," Sukosh scolded in an extremely playful tone as she swung her head around to blink slowly at the small mammal, "see what you've done? You went and spoiled my little illusion for my new raven friend. But I suppose you were scared of having your home burned down?"

She gave a little rumbling chuckle here, causing the previously frozen squirrel to dash back down her leg and into a nearby tree. "Come, come," she said rather reproachfully, "You can't think I'm all that bad? You know," she added as she turned those fiery emerald eyes back to the branch dwelling bird, "this little creature's starting to remind me of my brother, Glork. All he does is criticize as well, though it just makes me better. It's funny, really, since he's frustrated that he's finding less and less wrong with my sculpting."

Winking, she turned her head back to the sky for a moment and watched as the birds circled lower and then fell below the tree line. The pack had apparently had it's fill and had taken what it could carry back to the den for the pups. The excitement was dying down, but the boldly curious raven had by now caught her interest so it was nothing she was particularly sorry for. If nothing else it was odd for a naturally wild animal to accept the rasping of her plates and wings (which were nothing more than giant sized plates themselves--good thing they were all hollow) with so little upset. This, indeed, was a creature worth noting.

"Ah, a fan," Sukosh mused playfully. "Well, if nothing else it didn't frighten you. Though you do seem to be in a bit of an upset over something. I wonder what that could be?"

Shifting, she moved her wieght fully on her legs, lifting the tail that had acted as a stopper before into the air for balance. If the bold little bird was upset over something she had best be ready for it.

Sukosh sent the little raven off with a small rumbling growl, somewhat saddened at her departure. With a smoky sigh she settled back down and waited patiently for someone else to come along. She really did need to make more friends.

Well now, more movement in the brush. This was, indeed, turning into a most eventful day. Lifting her head so that she might look all around her, Sukosh wondered just what her brother Glork would say about things. No doubt he'd caution her to be on alert for enemies, or critsize her for leaving home in the first place. But to Sukosh being the youngest simply meant having to be the bravest as well. Just because you were small was no reason to let others look down at you.

"What would my little raven friend have to say about this noise, I wonder?" she pondered aloud as her tail was swept once more against her side. "I'm pretty sure the little one would have something to say. If she could, that is."

The squirrel reappeared during her musing, her voice having had its natural effect, and with a begnin smile she let it scamper up behind the crest of spikes that circled around her head. "Careful now," she cautioned it in a soft, sweet, warmly flickering voice. "One of those are as big as you yourself are. Now then, let us see what there is to see."