here is part 5, enjoy =3


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In the woods, Schlirk was still licking at his wounds. It didn’t really hurt anymore, his saliva was a good painkiller. Yet, he didn’t feel that satisfied… though his feelings had nothing to do with his injuries. Of course he felt better without the pain, but on the other side, he didn’t feel pleasure anymore…
His prey had stopped moving.
He put his paw on his belly bulge, shaking a little, but all he got in response was a lazy slosh. He sighed… He never liked when it came to this moment… It was boring… Of course, it was good to feed, but that didn’t raise the same thrill…
He rolled over to get on his legs, and stretched a bit. Well, there was only one remedy to the lack of movement, wasn’t there?
Adding some fresh ones…
It was still the middle of the afternoon, there was probably many pleasures in these woods that only wanted to be enjoyed! Maybe he could catch a deer, or maybe another of these tasty dragons! He emptied his lungs, and took a deep breath through his nostril.
Hunting wasn’t only a way to get food; it was an art in itself. It was a noble quest to find what his body demanded, and it took skills to perform. His smell was one of the best in the entire living kingdom. He could spot a prey kilometers away… He could tell what it was… what it was doing or feeling…
Fear had its personal signature, the most intoxicating… He tended to smell it more intensely the closer he got to his prey, and it was always driving him crazy… Happiness was enjoyable, but even more pleasurable when it contrasted with growing fear… It was like combining tastes… There were so many shades in scents!
He closed his eyes to better catch the particles with his nostrils, like precious data that would help him decide which track to follow.
So many different things came to him… A wild boar was hunting too, around two or three kilometers away, probably seeking some plants for his meal… A bear was walking in the woods, around eight hundred meters to the north, without any real goal… He could go for this one, but bears weren’t such funny preys…
Then, something tickled his nostrils more intensely than before. It seemed familiar… and it overwhelmed his mind in a blink.
Taste was also one of his natural gifts. In his life, none of his prey had ever gotten the same flavor as another. He never forgot any of what he tasted. And somehow, a close bound existed between his smell and his taste. Almost like by smelling or tasting a creature, he knew the very essence of it. He could know the taste of what he smelt, and the smell of what he tasted.
And this scent reminded him something he tasted recently… Something he had quite enjoyed… And the mental picture of a shy dragoness filled his mind. He would have smiled to the vision of this cute creature who had helped him, but there was something wrong with this smell…
There was a taint of blood…
Blood… She was hurt and… afraid… No, more than afraid! Desperate! And in pain! Schlirk frowned and growled…
There was another being with her… And he was causing her this torment! Very well then, he knew what he was hunting for, now…
Despite the difficult to move that sloshing belly of his, he started to head for the track, licking his lips with anger.

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