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Step 1: Capture
Win: 50-100 (-5 for Drakeins, -10 for Vlidean demerit) 65-100
Rolled: 76
Outcome: Success!
Words: 457

Sam couldn't deny that he appreciated the quiet even more since bringing home a Dactyl for Crowell to call his own. Especially after training the little beast. Now, the caves the clan of Gaili called their homes was almost always blissfully silent. Except for about ten minutes, once every day. Every day, like clockwork, a single Vlidean, young and curious with its bright colors on display would glide through the rocky cliffs of Sam's home. And every day, Crowell's Dactyl would peep out a signal at seeing the foreign creature. And every day the Vlidean would display it's pleasure at being called out by hissing spitting and screeching in return until every Drakein had retreated back to their lairs in hopes of gaining some solace from the beast.

At first, Sam almost considered it amusing, since the Dactyl, startled, would fly out from Crowell's lair and attack the flashy creature. The young Vlidean was hardly any larger than the Dactyl and with it's poison, Sam thought the trained animal would have an easy win... Alas, that was not the case. The two would wage a sky battle, all talons and beaks and screeches. Eventually, though, even that was taken away as the Dactyl learned that the Vlidean wouldn't try to harm him or his clan-mates so long as no one interfered with it. Plus, it seemed to be getting larger each day. So now, it was just peeps and screeches every day. Thankfully, it didn't last very long, but after a few days it was starting to become a nuisance...

One day, Sam was sunning on a nice rocky outcrop, high over the caves and lairs of his clanmates. Unfortunately, he lost track of time, and before it knew it, it was time for the noisy Vlidean to come flying around. Sam had no idea how the creature instantly spotted him, out of his usual place, but upon seeing something out of the ordinary, it let out its angry calls and flew toward him like it wasn't an eighth of his size. As soon as he was opposed, Sam realized he'd had enough. Before the colorful creature could get too close, Sam leaped from his perch, pouncing directly on top of it. It was a miracle he didn't smash the little beast as the top of the crashed to the bottom of the crags. He tossed it away from him, hitting it against the rocks. While the beast was stunned, Sam called on his magic to form a small enclosed tent from the rocks to keep it trapped. Maybe after long enough in the box, it would be silent.

Nodding, Sam flew back to his lair, leaving the captured beast whining at the bottom of the cliffs.