Welcome to Gaia! ::

Step 1: Capture
Win: 60-100 (-5 for Drakeins, +20 for trying to capture this creature seven times before) 45-100
Rolled: 28
Outcome: Failure
Words: 666

After his last disheartening and physically upsetting endeavor, Sam just wanted rest. He was too lazy to fly home, but didn't want to sit out in the open, either. But his angry stomach informed him that he better not find anyplace too secluded, lest he need to lose his breakfast in a hurry. Grumbling in dissatisfaction, Sam settled for a flat rock, with a small outcropping that he could almost fit behind. He dropped onto it with a huff, rolling onto his side with a groan. Stupid food, making him all upset and useless... Especially where catching Dactyls was concerned.

It didn't seem like it was too long before the discomfort in his belly started to ebb away. Unfortunately, it was also around that time that Sam heard faint footfalls against his claimed rock. They weren't very heavy, and there didn't even sound like a lot of them. Maybe even just two feet. Two tiny feet. Rolling onto all fours, Sam crouched. If he had to, he could take 'em. He'd given himself enough time to recover, so he was ready for another dose of action! He pounced from behind his rock with a growl, wings fanned and tail lashing. The widened green eyes that met his made him groan in exasperation.

"Ah! You're that silly Drakein who was here a while ago!" The two-legger chirped. It wasn't the face or voice Sam instantly recognized, it was the attitude. This was the same two-legger who'd approached him after his first shot at catching a Dactyl. Samael instantly scowled. This little guy thought he knew it all for sure. And he was, what eleven, twelve? Too young to know hardly anything at all! It was a challenge for Sam not to snarl at him and tell him to mind his own business. But that would be rude to someone so small and defenseless. Headless of his body language, the two-legger plopped down on the ground next to Samael, still beaming. "You probably wouldn't still be here if you had any luck, right?" The boy patted Sam's upper leg softly, reassuringly. The Drakein rolled his eyes. "It's alright. I've seen you down here a few times, though. Can I offer some more advice?"

Sam shook his head and huffed, starting to walk away. "I know what I'm doing!" He scoffed, fanning his wings and taking flight up the cliffside. He gazed around, wondering which nest he should target today. Well, in any case, he didn't have time to think about it! Not with that kid watching him. With a huff, he dove toward a nest, ready to slap a few Dactyls away, if he had to. But when he whacked them, they didn't leave. They screeched, calling on their kind to come and ward Samael off. He flew away a bit, weary of the poison.

"Magic! Use your magic!" The two-legger called from the ground. And suddenly, Sam wanted to give it a shot. What did he have to lose? Focusing on the cliff the Dactyls were closest to, Sam created a tremble, a small one, that cracked a hefty boulder from the side. With a growl of concentration, he chuckled the boulder at the hoard of Dactyls. A few dodged. A few were caught and crushed, narrowing his opponents down. Sam smiled. Maybe it could work! He chucked another rock, and another, slowly whittling down his adversaries that stood between him and his prize-! But, wait, where did his target nest go...? Sam paused and looked back, to see the cliff he'd been pulling rocks from beginning to crumble, the Dactyls around it screeched and fled, abandoning the nests on the side as they toppled to the ground.

With a gasp, Sam dove to try and save them, but there was just no way he could catch them without breaking them anyway. The sight made him miserable, and as he flew back to his rock, he thought of a few choice words to say to that two-legger...