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As Absinthe glided over the wilderness in her territory, she caught a glance of a young hunter searching for game. Most dragons would usually be very protective of their land, but Absinthe shrugged it off and simply soared over the unsuspecting man. There was plenty of prey to go around; the dragon was not worried about starving. She flapped her wings a few times to gain some speed and wisp over the forestry below her.
It was an hour or so before Absinthe decided to find a place to land and search for a small meal to start off her day. Once she found a sufficient spot, she slowed and tilted her wings so she caught the air in front of her with the delicate gray membranes and then gracefully landed on her hind legs, then lowering herself onto the tiny hands attached to her wings. The forest she recently passed was a small walk behind her, so she decided to trek back and search for a young buck to devour.
