[Gift] Festival Event - Partridge / Letters

Event: Partridge - Anomaly (Milkrat)
WC: 267
Terrain: Dark/Storm

Click... clack... clicky? ...clack! Silence followed, the snow covered grasslands silent once more.... and in the woodland something moved. resettling, white flecked red amidst the shadows, twin skulls peering out. The clacks? questions.... queries.... only the dragon knew.... Their 'gaze' focused out onto the grasslands... where partridges dwelled, roosting in the long grass, keeping warm despite the random snow that had fallen. during the day. Anomaly was hunting.....slinking int the darkness as the star studded sky helped make his form murky, harder to spot... so well hidden... except for the clicking and clacking.

The silence continued, the wildlife sensing the predator amidst the land.... Click? Clack clack. The shadows erupted, Anomaly springing into the snowy grasslands and well... tearing it up, if they weren't going to come out themselves then he'd make them. Rapid, scratchy "Kut, kut" sounds echoed as the birds took flight, panicked, scared and the massive skulls snapped, taking out the birds as they took flight. A single snap of each boney beak was all it took to take a partridge down, and Anomaly's massive size and whipping body meant the partridges were confused....

Click? A sound echoed and the huge dragon resettled, the remaining partridges escaping the predator. Clack! A satisfied sound as the two heads worked to place all their prey into a singular area, ignoring the rather... torn land around them. Click, clack, click click. Smug sounds, as they gathered their haul, and began to meander their way home, with maybe one of two said partridges vanishing down the into their stomach, and punctuated by Anomaly's notable, clicks and clacks.

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Event: Letters - Negui (Zaxarie)
WC: 270
Terrain: Dark

Letters... such simple things. nothing more than words on a piece of paper, or a drawing on one, fitted into a envelope... and then delivered to the recipient.. Sometimes the sender was known, sometimes note... love letters, letters to family friends, not so nice letters.... so many types and variety's.... and a way to have fun, play... tease the recipients maybe, cause some mischief... and maybe disappear one or two. Negui grinned from his vantage point, hidden in the night, even the aurora which marked his back merely blending him into star studded night sky as the town slumbered in its snow blanket. He'd stolen.. errr.. borrowed the bag of letters, usually they'd be delivered once morning come, but he was going to help them, did he know the townsfolk... nope... but mischief was a part of him... and who knew what each letter contained.

Silently, his thick fur masking any sounds he landed, pulling wings tight, taloned feet spread wide to keep him from sinking into the snow.. and yes leaving a print that may or may not survive to morning. Then with infinite care he placed the now blank envelope under the door, for he'd since opened them, read and placed them back into a new envelope......(he'd also got rid of a few he didn't like).

In the dark his grin was almost menacing as he hopped through the snow to each house, each letter been delivered, a pick of the draw... oh he couldn't wait for the reactions once day broke... but that was for later... he still had half a bag of letters to deliver....