CC | Daylight Hunts (ARs/Payment)

Grass flowed against Fairfax's cloven hooves, nostrils flaring as the scent around him bustled with the rich scent of blood. Irony and sweet, trekking down his golden mane. It stained it with a rich flavor, the flowery yellow soaking in, an orange color slowly blooming on his chest. The taste of iron, sweet and rare, gleamed on his teeth, his white tusks stained. With a flick of his tongue, he caught the stain, slashing it down and enjoying the exotic taste. Savoring in it made him move faster, gliding past the grabbing blades that tugged at his woolly coat. They simply flooded by as he followed his prey, mouth open to taste their sweet scent, the slightest hint of blood dripping down the grass blades they passed.

A clicking sound stopped his hunt, hooves ruffling amidst the dirt buried and hanging onto the roots. The clicking sang around the light foliage, lichen hanging off the trees around the light clearing. He brushed his hooves against the grass, lips baring to his blood-stained teeth, growling as he heard the clicking move closer. Tail twitching through the brush, ears twitching as he listened to the sounds around him. He itched to continue, his tongue dipping to lap at his bloody maw once more, before dipping back in. He barked a warning, sharp and pitched, short and telling what he meant. His back hooves kicked against the dirt, unrooting grass blades, dirt climbing to stick on him. He bowed his head to show he would spear, huffing, rumbling out from his chest.

"Loss your prey?" The creature laughed, harsh and chuckling, lightness emerging from the sun. A headless dragon, springing from the sun that gave the forest light.

"Caliban," Fairfax simply responded, stopping his huffing, eyes glaring at the slinking, pale male. Their tail glided past them, feathery wings brushing along the mane of Fairfax. He snorted, glaring at the vibrant male.

He seemed to grin, even without a head to be shown, claws lightly clicking together as he twirled around him. Laughter escaped from his chest, ears twitching to turn his head. His wing hit his side heavily, Fairfax shoving his hooves farther into the ground. The day dragon simply twisted back around him, lightly lapping at his claws. He clicked them once more, before finally turning his gaze to Fairfax. 

"I see you're not lazying around. Don't know why he keeps you," He finally hissed, narrowing his eyes at the bright dragon.

"Entertainment," He huffed, wings fluttering, the only hint of possible annoyance. "Why you? Barely any fun."

Fairfax simply looked away, tail twisting and ruffling the blades, to follow the scent of blood. 

"Leave Caliban if you are not to be of use," He growled, before returning to the hunt in focus. The scent was still there and he could hear the annoyed huff from the intolerable male. With a simple, annoyed twitch of his tail, he ran.

The ruffling of wings could be heard as he chased down his prey. His veins twitched as the scent blurred, becoming heated. His chest clinched as the ruffling of wings crashed against the branches, seemingly to follow. He forced himself to move faster, hooves rooting out the grass blades, dust sticking themselves to his thick pelt. A branch struck him in his increased hurry, the crackling following him as he shuffled through the rough grounds. He could hear the squeaks coming from the wounded prey, and his mouth salivated at the idea of his meal, imagining the feeling of meat sliding down his throat.

Slowing his pace, he crouched, careful with his slowly, twitching tail. His ears pinned at the piercing howl of eagerness above, before clashing towards the bush, branches trying to tug him back. Leaves left themselves in his crown, dangling above him as he escaped. With a gruff snort, he shook his head, throwing the leaves off. The rabbit could barely move, and he barred his fangs. Saliva dripped down, stained with a hint of blood. And he leaped, only to be met with the feeling of ruffled feathers.

Pushing him back with a slash of his wings, Fairfax was pushed back, groaning as he slid against the grass. Towering over the rabbit, killing it with a clean flourish and picking it up, chuckling.

"Aww, did you miss it?" Caliban laughed as Fairfax shuffled himself up, groaning, fur twitching. "Don't worry, I'll save you a piece."

"Caliban," He snarled, barring his horns. "Back off."

"How about I don't," He crackled, tossing the rabbit carelessly between his front talons. "Why don't you go make yourself useful."

Caliban tossed his head back to laugh, wings flaring out, before flinging himself up, Fairfax only uselessly nipping at his tail. He howled in anger as he watched the day dragon leave with a hoarse crackle.