He nods before putting a paw on the door. Slowly, it begins to corrode and dissapear as it's transferred to sand. Slinking into the dark room, Thyru studies the large dragon before slowly leaning in and delivering a hard bite.
Several minutes later, Thyru emerges with his maw and chest caked in blood. He hands Grekan a small wooden carving of the same dragon with a grin. "There. Took me some time, but there's no blood, except for the bit on me, and no body to hide" he giggles. "I'm too damn good."
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Sky laughs. "I'll be only the most gentlest dragon you've been to dinner with." Getting up and into a formal position, he asks "What kind of food are you in the mood for tonight, future mate Chaa?" He then playfully bows at her, unfurling his large wings.