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Sam was starting to feel comfortable on Ayr. Especially after all the time he'd spent Dactyl taming. And really, the windy continent wasn't so different than his home. It had lots of rocks and caverns for Sam to climb, sleep, or hide in, plenty of prey to be caught, and even its fair share of Dragons for Sam to stalk after when he was feeling adventurous. The only downside was the weather. It seemed to be significantly cloudier up here, and the rocks were constantly damp, leaving the brown Drakein's claws to slip jarringly against them when he least expected it. And then, of course, occasionally the Dragons would spot him before he noticed them and try to make a quick meal of him. Sam was fortunate enough to escape most assaults uninjured, but being constantly weary was starting to take its toll on him.

The only reason he'd left home for any length of time was because of that accursed Vlidean, flying about, making a scene every day. Sam could simply not take it anymore. As easy as it would be to just kill the little pest and be done with it, Samael didn't have the heart in him to kill such a young, defenseless creature. Maybe someone else would do it while he was away. In the meantime, he decided to make a very temporary home on Ayr. Maybe keep the cave in mind for anytime he needed a vacation. Despite all his time here, he hadn't really settled yet... Most of the crags seemed to already be inhabited, and Sam was leery of making a home so close to anything else, lest he end up Dragon chow in the midst of the night.

He'd taken to kind of an awkward schedule, though. During the day, the Ayrala Dragons were rambunctious, scouring the rocks for a bit of sun, and attacking prey when it couldn't be found. These hours of peak activity were when Sam opted to lay low, despite being able to see better during the day and was probably more likely to find a cavern to call his own, instead of some rocky outcropping he could hardly hide beneath. But he wasn't foolish enough to try and take on a whole clan of Ayrala by his lonesome. So, during the day, he tried to relax. With the cloud cover, it always seemed dark enough for a nap. The only problem was where... He blended in well enough against the brownish rocks on Eowyn, but here on Ayr they were more grey, doing nothing to conceal Sam from a passing Dragon.

For some reason he'd figured settling down someplace high would give him an edge. Unfortunately, anything flying overhead could instantly pick out his dusky color and dive to attack him, leaving Sam skittering from the top of the cliffs, gliding down the side like a fish down a waterfall.

Naturally, after just a few days, Sam was tired. Tired of looking over his shoulder every thirty seconds! Not only that, but he was exhausted, off his regular sleeping and eating schedule, and irritable because of it. He was absolutely fed up with bowing down and bending over to these Ayralas. No more. But Samael was diligent and patient. Over the next few days, he observed a few of the Ayrala clans around him. He didn't need a huge lair. He was only one Drakein, after all. And eventually, he settled on a small group of three. If he could take these three out, or at least make them abandon their perch, then he could hold the small lair at the foot of their cliffs for his own. And that was all he wanted.

The three Dragons took shifts when going out, often leaving one single dragon alone in the cave. It was one such time when Sam took the opportunity he was presented. From his nook, he watched the other two Dragons fly off, leaving their friend behind. Once out of sight, and Sam guessed some solid amount of distance away, he scaled the cliffs up to the cave the three shared and let out a soft rumbling growl to gain the lonesome one's attention. he would not let his bad attitude hinder his morals. He still didn't want to attack one if it was off guard.

Fortunately, the beast whirled and rose to face him, letting out a surprised screech at seeing what usually constituted as prey challenging him in his lair. It wasted no time in charging forward to attack him. But Sam didn't want to waste his effort on a physical battle. When the beast drew closer, the Drakein focused his magic and summoned a sharp jet of earth from the cave side, sending it splintering through the side of the Dragon's skull. It lurched forward and fell without another argument. One down. He collected the treasure that sprang forth and then went to wait in the very depths of the cave for the other two to return.

It was quite a while later when they finally did. Sam had been able to catch a few winks of weary rest before popping himself awake to the sound of heavy wing beats. He'd been here long enough that the two dragons only needed to take a whiff of air to know that an intruder was present. And letting them know that was enough to satisfy Sam's moral code. He leaped forward from behind the rocks, crashing his body weight into one of the Dragon's and shoving it back out the opening. The other came at him, teeth flying, and Sam decided to do the same. He was smaller than the Ayrala, but he didn't let that stop him. He danced around the bigger beast, getting a few swipes here and there as it spun to get at him. On one swing, it's tail crashed into him, sending Sam to the floor. It pounced then, landing heavily atop him. Sam rolled onto his back, exposing his softer underbelly, but battering and slashing at the Dragon's stomach until he was coated in it's blood. Not a moment later, he was left with another Orb for his efforts. Instantly, he hunted for the third Dragon, and as he poked his head out the cave's entrance he could see it flying off into the distance, not willing to combat this crazed Drakein.

Samael let out a relieved sigh and glided down the cliff side to what he could now claim as one of his own lairs.