Her jaws savagely tore into the belly of the young buck, greedily sating her hunger. This land was so plenty, filled with prey and water and shade as far as the eye could see. Victorious thoughts bubbled in her until she just wanted to crow. Wandering so far had been a success. Leaving their homeland had been a true gamble, and they could have starved out or perished from dehydration if they had found nothing but more and more desert.
More importantly, she'd never have heard of the end of it from Ereshkigal. Speaking of which...
Tiamat lifted her head slightly, her large wings mantled over the kill to instinctively keep other predators at bay. Her sister wouldn't be too far, and if the smell of blood didn't attract her--well, that just meant she'd made her own kill. It wasn't that she was worried, per say. She and Ki were large mares--giants from what she'd seen in this land so far--and she had no doubt that they could take out almost any threat on their own. Together? Hell, whoever thought to challenge them better have made their peace with whatever gods or spirits were out there.
Tossing her head back in earnest now, a guttural shriek ripped from her throat, a mixture between some over-large bird of prey and the more draconic beast she resembled. It was a call that only her sister would recognize, a call that they had used many times to reunite in the harsh desert.
Not quite as cruel a land, this one, but their made-up summons would serve just as well.
The foal stretched to reach the tender white buds on a low-hanging branch, lips picking it apart petal by delicate petal. Every little flex of its dark throat accentuated the artery nearest to the surface, a faint, pulsing line of life as it enjoyed the sunshine and an unhurried breakfast. Ereshkigal observed from her lazy sprawl beneath a towering evergreen, the very tip of her tail flipping back and forth against the packed earth. What a strange world she and her sister had stumbled across, with its excess of greenery and its feeble inhabitants. There was cover aplenty, it was true, and she was not the kind of silhouette anyone expected to find in the dark. Still, the carefree ways in which these creatures – these grazers – lived was baffling to her. Whether it was blunted senses or simple self-assurance regarding their surroundings, she could not say. Ereshkigal could have eviscerated the happy little fledgling the second it had entered her temporary abode, torn it limb from limb without even being detected. Her, or something like her, at least. She remembered being that young, that naïve, but even in her most reckless moments, she had never been quite so...