Fictober, Prompt 25 – “I could really eat something.”
Warnings: off-screen eating of carrion? Fantasy. With dinosaurs. Because I can.
(I’m a bit late tonight, this one wanted to get away from me.)
As we got closer, it became obvious that the large mound ahead was what remained of a dead frill-horn.
Very obvious. A brief whiff made me gag, cough, and pinch my nose as soon as I could to block out even that bit of stench.
Below me, I could sense White-Eye’s opposite reaction. She lifted her head, deliberately sniffing the air.
I could really eat something, she told me hopefully.
“Okay,” I told her, “but maybe let me down here? I’m going to stay back.”
Obligingly, White-Eye bent her strong legs and lowered herself down, letting me clamber out of the minimal saddle strapped over her hips before rising and making her way towards the carcass with long strides.
I smiled fondly after her, still holding my nose, and retreated upwind. There was a small rise nearby that would give me a good vantage point on the surrounding area, so I made for that and put a simple barrier spell before settling down for a stretch and a rest. Most predators would smell White-Eye on me and were willing to respect her judgment, but there were always a few who didn’t care. More importantly, it would also temporarily stop any of the large plant-eaters, who tended to wander around without paying too much attention to what was happening down around their feet.
For a little while, I watched White-Eye eat (a somewhat terrifying process that was better viewed from a distance), but she seemed content enough, and unbothered by the smaller predators swarming the carcass. Soon, the warm afternoon sun had me yawning; we had walked most of the night and all day today. White-Eye was in no danger, and the barrier would warn me in plenty of time to do something about it if anyone approached me, so I let my eyes drift closed.
The sun hadn’t moved too much when I woke, feeling a familiar tremble in the earth from heavy footfalls. I adjusted the spell to expand and cover White-Eye as well as she lowered herself next to me, and forced myself to shift around, tucking up against her side near a small arm.
You are well? She asked, her voice sleepy as she turned her head to peer at me, the patch of white around one eye contrasting brightly with her mostly-dark hide in the sun.Continue reading