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Step 1: Capture
Win: 80-100 (-5 for Drakeins, +5 for trying to capture this creature once before) 80-100
Rolled: 40
Outcome: Loss
Words: 591

Oh, so that's how it was done! An egg! It made perfect sense! Though, no less dangerous, for sure. Still, Samael gazed back toward the cliff with renewed vigor, his spirits and aspirations lifted. Maybe he wouldn't return to Crowell empty handed after all! But he'd have to be careful of the couple he'd just attacked. They certainly wouldn't forget about him too soon. Nodding to himself, Sam headed off to find the perfect new spot that could fulfill all his Dactyl needs.

He walked steadily along the base of the cliff, gazing up in search of rocky outcrops that would make a suitable nest. He'd press himself as close to the wall as he possibly could anytime he saw an incoming Dactyl, fearful that just one creature would alert them all before he really had a chance to find a suitable egg.

It seemed like every nest he searched was empty. Admittedly, he was a little nervous about approaching some of them. In fact, when more than three or four Dactyls fluttered around a nest, the Drakein left that particular breeding ground entirely alone. He really only fully checked a nest he was sure no adults were in. But, then, obviously a mother wouldn't leave her eggs alone in the nest. Needless to say, more nests went unchecked than checked. And for all he knew, the nests he casually peeked over the cliff side at were full of eggs. Eggs a territorial mother was sitting on. The whole situation made Sam grouchy, but he wasn't about to have his tongue numbed again! He'd already felt like an idiot once for the day!

Samael became increasingly frustrated. Obviously, his methods were useless, if they could even be called methods at all. He huffed a kicked a stay pebble over the edge. He sighed when he heard it hit the ground. Wait, he heard it hit the ground? Sam had never doubted his senses, but wow! He was pretty high up on the cliffs! He didn't think he'd be able to hear such a tiny noise from so far away. Curious and amazed, the Drakein peeked over the edge.

Just a short ways down sat a nest. A nest with one single, round, perfect little egg. Sam brightened instantly, then immediately crouched down, curious at where the little eggs parents had gone. He surveyed the area carefully, looking this way and that until he was positive this unhatched little one really was alone. Satisfied with his findings and positively brimming with delight, Sam swooped toward the nest. He hovered carefully, not wanting to risk breaking his new charge. With all the delicacy of a mother, he scooped the tiny egg into his jaws.

And instantly regretted it.

The orb hardly passed his fangs before it shattered into a stinking, putrid ooze in his mouth. "Ugh!" Sam recoiled immediately, spitting the stench out for all he was worth. It was perhaps the most awful thing he'd tasted in his entire life. Never had he regretted anything more. And that included his earlier endeavors, as well. Fluttering back to the ground, Sam scraped his teeth and tongue across the stones. Anything to get the vile flavor from his lips. Still spitting and even more grouchy than when he'd started, Samael glared up at the now-empty nest. He shouldn't have been surprised a mother had abandoned a rotten egg. Tch, he'd have to remember that next time. And for the record, he didn't think he'd be attempting to put anything in his mouth again. Ever.