It's Spam Time

A series of trees scattered across several acres, verdant leaves swaying in the crisp breeze, color starting to fade with the fast coming of autumn. A veritable feast littered the ground beneath the heavy boughs. Nuts were hidden in the winding roots of the trees, embedded in the dirt when they’d fallen during the rain, lost among the rising tides of grass. Small mammals rushed to gather the forgotten harvest, stuffing their cheek pouches full before vanishing to their stores and larders, hoarding for the oncoming winter.

A small dark dragon nosed his way through the musty overgrowth, ears twitching to track his adversaries and wings flaring when one of the rodents crossed his path. His large mouth opened, full of so many teeth as he glared through green eyes and made a noise that scared the birds from the boughs overhead.

The animals around him scurried away, and Kephalos couldn’t keep the smug look from his face as his forefoot plucked an embedded nut from the ground, greedily hoarding for himself as he rolled it among the dozen others he’d gathered thus far.

Nuts weren’t a particularly large part of a dragon’s diet, but this wasn’t about food for Kephalos. He rumbled pleasantly to himself, eyeing his collection with a wag of his thick tail. It took time, but it was effective nevertheless. He lowered his head and turned so that the ground brushed along one cheek. His maw opened, tongue curling around the thick shells and pulling them into his mouth. Occasionally, Kephalos had to move his jaw, urging them up over a lip or tooth, but soon enough, he had all of them in his mouth.

With a great, satisfying crunch, Kephalos broke them all at once, scratching an itch that was otherwise impossible to reach on his own.

Total EXP: 8
EXP Breakdown:
Established Setting (2)
Wordcount 300 (2)
Event (2)
Partner (2)

Total EXP: 10

EXP Breakdown:

Linework/Sketch (1)

Colored (2)

Shading (1)

Background (2)

Event (2)

Partner (2)

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