Louise was not bored in the sense of having nothing to do, but she was training to fly, her only occupation / hobby. Used to TV, dramas, video games and parties with her friends and hunts with raptors, nothing resembled her old life anymore.
There was a campfire and she was helping to move heavy boulders to make a temporary shelter. It was a camp, but it wasn't meant to last.
It was either resettle in the village transformed into an ice cube of time as an ice cube of cold.
Vicky was kind and her only specialty was fishing, fishing and more fishing.
She had learned a lot from the settlers and how to even run an oyster farm, but the war had dumbed down most of these promising behemoths.
Apex, was a hunter, hunter and hunter and knowing how to gut and tan a hide was about it. He could talk but his knowledge was no more than that of a six year old.
Ten for Vicky, and still...
The raptors were a little smarter, some of them became maintenance technicians, but with flint tools, it didn't help. And the cold in the Village was deterring any relocation.
Louise thought again... ah... if Dad was here! If Aunt Tiamat were here... Sniff.
She was really struggling and she could look at herself and see her beautiful scales and crystals on her head, but also her beautiful translucent teeth like blue jade.
But Enka's anger quickly put her in her place and the torture of the punishment.
In retrospect, she was doing pretty well...making the Destroyer of Worlds angry is a strong move!.
She decided to make amends by erecting (transporting... it's easier!) the statue of the temple hydra and putting it in the center of the clan, as a base church.
Her kobold godmother, in the process of dragonization...(because of the blood... but she doesn't know it yet) was going to become a kind of Carno or Tyranno-Kobold and she approved Louise's crazy decision.
Meanwhile, the trio of an Ummite emperor, a young barbarian savage and a Dilophosaurus Wyvern mounted with precision optics was slowly arriving at the Valley of the Cairns and Kedra knelt before the Sit Cairn.
He didn't know who to pray to, but he wished that one of the gods of the afterlife would have mercy on his soul and allow him a new life and a new cycle.
Rapetou lay down next to Kedra, but Kedra was horribly afraid of the teeth as well as the daggers.
The dinosaur engraved in the ground with his claw 2 gods, 2 dragons: 1 a hydra and the other a 3 headed dragon.
The hydra represented the sky and the stars and the 3-headed dragon, the underworld.
Then he said: If you pray Devourer and Destroyer, you see your friend / brother again Sit possible!
Goddess gives you eggs to raise. Inside mini dragon talk and friend /family!"
Kedra : "So, if I pray to the Destroyer and the Devourer, they will give me an egg with Sit in it? A dragon??"
Rapetou: "Not dragon, little dragon, Kobold. Kobold talk, nice work hard because want to become Dragon! If courage, hard work, reward: Drago Kobold!"
Kedra : What about Sit?
Rapetou : "Kobold Sit remember and you! otherwise new life or not and lost memory!
Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
Kedra : "I don't understand"
Volkor : "Their God has been beaten and is married to the Destroyer. He rewards his followers sometimes by giving them a Kobold to raise. The Kobold contains the soul of a friend or family member of the one who prays... but don't kid yourself, young hunter, everything has a price!.
The Destroyer killed my God and by a play of circumstances, his heir is also his grandson. It is only the filial and blood link that prevents him from being crushed. The Destroyer is a possessive goddess, jealous and full of malice, but she is loyal and knows how to reward the deserving as well as punish. But like any dragon and in addition to being a goddess and an arch-dragon, she loves gold and what it symbolizes. And as a destroyer, life has a price. That price is the Djizira.
It is a tax on the right to live but. It is a secret thing, to be discovered by yourself and be spontaneous. If you don't do it, it will leave you to your sad fate. Only honest devotion and meditation confirm the very idea of Jizira and its sacred meaning.
Indeed, if you want something from the Destroyer, you must first pay your "tax" on the right to live, that is to say 50% of everything you have, in effort, possessions, sacrifices but also and above all in offerings.
Blood and human sacrifices, very little for her, and killing children, it is the guarantee to be killed by the Destroyer. Surprisingly, she loves all children without exception but also the righteous and the brave.
Basically if you want to see Sit again... you must pay the equivalent of the price of your life. So risk it several times in the name and for the benefit of the Goddess of Destruction.
But what you don't know about her is that she is also, well, nobody knows it but she is the guardian of time. She will slaughter anyone who tries to interfere with the past and the future. Even her own children are no exception, one of them suffered a hellish punishment and got away with it by a hair's breadth, only because it was one of her children but he has vivid memories of it..."
As Volkor told what he knew about the Gods, the world they came from and who the goddess was and the secrets of the cursed mountain, Rapetou sniffed to locate a subtle scent he had just located.
The smell was pleasant but it excited him without knowing it.
Probably hormones.
His crest and beard made of skin and sharp scales were out and hanging down his neck.
Orange, red and bluish colors were changing his appearance and his whole musculature was tense.
Worse, he literally had fire between his legs.
It was the smell of a Vouivre in heat.
It was also what happened during dragon heat... all saurians and dinosaurs became excited, irascible and hyper nervous.
During the breaks, Rapetou would grease his wings to warm them up and avoid a painful tear or sprain.
And, when they were in the same place where Sit had been killed, he said: "I smell a wild dragon. Danger! "
His beards on the side spread and he was excited.
Volkor : "Rapetou, there is a problem? You're full of color!"
Rapetou was excited but didn't dare to say anything. He wanted to jump on the wyvern but she had killed Kedra's friend, Sit, and that could destroy their relationship.
Rapetou lowered his head and rolled his eyes, as if he was somewhere else: "I don't know.
With the ultra-sounds and infra-sounds that reptiles picked up better, Rapetou had almost spotted the hissing wyvern.
He would wait for the evening, near the fire.
While Volkor sat by the fire and taught the young hunter a little about the civilized world and how one went from being a hunter-gatherer to a farmer. He had a whole world to rebuild.
Suddenly, the dilo screamed and was answered in the distance by a roar.
Kedra was stunned. This time it was either him or Volkor...
The situation for him was like Russian roulette, but with three bullets in a six-hole barrel.
He lost his footing and Volkor grabbed his wrist.
"You're a man now. Rapetou found him and is going to try to get him away. He's a soldier and he knows how to defend himself!"
The young hunter pulled himself together, holding his assegai with his back to the fire and pointing the tip of his assegai at an unseen enemy.
It was almost hilarious to Volkor, but he needed them .
Rapetou hovered and sensed where the wyvern was. Like many reptiles and saurians, he had pheromone pores along the inner side of his thighs toward his knees, hidden by brown scales.
The arrangement allowed him to "sense" the distant position of a female and thus find her. It was a legacy of his dinosaur nature and Dilo, where sometimes in a dense, lush jungle, the view was hidden by an infinite number of bush leaves.
He spotted a jackal and picked it off. Drained of blood almost instantly, he hardly felt a thing, not even knowing he was dead until his body knew it.
The teeth of a Dilo are extremely sharp and designed like scissors to make deep, bleeding cuts. The arteries were cut and not stretched. So the bleeding of the victims was terrible.
He found the wyvern lying on a flat rock, surmounted by a small rocky spur with at its base a shallow cave, but sufficient to shelter from the weather.
All around, it was nothing but bones and shredded prey.
There was everything and occasionally human skulls and half-eaten ribcages.
It was disgusting, even for Rapetou.
Even when he was a Raptor and played with his brother Crakou, the camp was clean and well organized. Dantinne, their Raptor Queen, kept her clan clean and tidy.
Dirt and smell could attract predators and undesirables.