He can be a bit of a drama wyvern but he's my wyvern so it shouldn't be that much of a surprise.
[ Affection oozes out of her as she speaks; it's clear how much she adores her wyvern. The steps to the aerie appear and she leads them up the winding staircase up and up until the sound - and smell - of the wyvern's becomes more apparent.
Outside the door is a small feeding room filled with supplies and buckets of meat and tongs. The nice thing about the Horizon is that she didn't have to do the unpleasant task of preparing any of it – it was already done for her. She tosses Sam a pair of gloves before handing him some tongs and a bucket. She cracks the door to the aerie ajar. ]
Now when we go in, make eye contact with him and give him some of the meat.
[ The room is large and circular, split into several nests for the wyvern's. A pleasant breeze drifts through the large windows looking out onto the grounds and Horizon beyond. As she pushes it open further, three pairs of eyes immediately turn to the newcomers.
One wyvern is the oldest of the bunch, burly with thick muscles, battle scars and a perpetual glower. The brass name plate on his stall reads "Buri". Laying in the stall next to him is a wyvern named "Adelheid". She's slimmer, lithe, with curious, bright eyes. Finally, in the stall across from them reads the name, "Waffenzahn". He's in-between Buri and Adelheid in size, but clearly the youngest of the three if his puppy-like energy is any indication. Pink ribbons are tied around his horns. But upon seeing Sam, he bares his teeth, a low growl emitting from his throat. Hilda clicks her tongue, breezing into the room. ]
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[ Affection oozes out of her as she speaks; it's clear how much she adores her wyvern. The steps to the aerie appear and she leads them up the winding staircase up and up until the sound - and smell - of the wyvern's becomes more apparent.
Outside the door is a small feeding room filled with supplies and buckets of meat and tongs. The nice thing about the Horizon is that she didn't have to do the unpleasant task of preparing any of it – it was already done for her. She tosses Sam a pair of gloves before handing him some tongs and a bucket. She cracks the door to the aerie ajar. ]
Now when we go in, make eye contact with him and give him some of the meat.
[ The room is large and circular, split into several nests for the wyvern's. A pleasant breeze drifts through the large windows looking out onto the grounds and Horizon beyond. As she pushes it open further, three pairs of eyes immediately turn to the newcomers.
One wyvern is the oldest of the bunch, burly with thick muscles, battle scars and a perpetual glower. The brass name plate on his stall reads "Buri". Laying in the stall next to him is a wyvern named "Adelheid". She's slimmer, lithe, with curious, bright eyes. Finally, in the stall across from them reads the name, "Waffenzahn". He's in-between Buri and Adelheid in size, but clearly the youngest of the three if his puppy-like energy is any indication. Pink ribbons are tied around his horns. But upon seeing Sam, he bares his teeth, a low growl emitting from his throat. Hilda clicks her tongue, breezing into the room. ]
Waffle, be nice. This is Sam, my friend.