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Curse had been perusing his prey for weeks now. It was a young dragon in his opinion, a demonic probably only a few years past reaching adulthood. The elder dragon was using one of his favorite strategies: a relentless pursuit. Once the poor beast was tired enough it could no longer flee then it would be weak enough to be easily taken down without much protest.

The sun was beginning to rise as the smaller dragon was beginning to have difficulty flying. The younger dragon's wings faltered and it made a clumsy descent. Upon landing it had taken down a few trees and numerous branches. Seeing the moment of weakness Curse dived forward tearing into his target. He no longer remembered why he had been after this dragon only that it was no longer alive. The elder happily began feeding on the fresh corpse oblivious to any disruption he had caused to the surrounding area.

Curse harrumphed while still tearing into his fresh kill. "I have seen some that ate quite daintily... However I have found this messiness can be helpful. The remaining scent of blood and decay has always aided in me finding my next meal." The large male casually glanced to his side to see who had interrupted his meal. It was a young looking dark angelic female. Could she tell he had no intent to attack her?

"Your scent is familiar..." He strained to recall why and when he had seen this young dragon but it was no use. It seemed scent was the only sense that had not began to betray him.

The mention of hatching only helped clarify the youth must have been one of the numerous eggs he had disturbed. It was a habit that had manifested much later in his life so there was little reason to be concerned of the possible threat of one so young. This belief was reflected in his body language. He was very at ease even without knowing why the other dragon had approached him.

That question had not occurred to him. He scanned the area paying particular interest in the damaged plants and shook his head. "No, this body is not viable for that purpose. I have no lairs nearby and the plant growth here is far too dense to drag a carcass without causing undue harm to the area." Curse shrugged. He barely had enough energy to fly no less carry the remains of another adult with him.

The tone the other dragon was using had him concerned. Had he done something wrong? Been rude? That last thought had left him somewhat amused. "Unlike other prey demon meat is tougher and tainted with an acidic taste... I doubt you would want any?" He let the offer stand and continued eating. Curse was not one to be possessive about food, he could always go find more..

There were too many variables around them. It was not possible for Curse to pinpoint what had the other so aggravated. "It is unwise to envy those who were not simply abandoned... The few I have stayed with have grown to become damaged at best. With the eggs I find it is not a very tangible feeling... I sense something wrong and alleviate the problem... That is all." As Curse spoke about this he began unconsciously clawing at the rune on one of his arms. When he was able to remember things the weight of those marks became more acute.

He smirked. "Even Nightmares have standards of right and wrong we simply have different definitions of the concepts. I personally have a strict code I follow. However many of my kind would also find my actions distasteful... As for your family or how I found you... I can't recall." Curse glowered at the fallen dragon at his feet. His voice tinged with not regret but frustration. "I can't even remember what this fool had done to earn his fate."

Curse had lost interest in his feeding. He slowly approached the angelic trying to get a better look at her. "A family provides as much bias as boon. Without this a dragon can attain a purer form. Without the restraint of these variables the young are able to follow their true natures. It was not too long ago that it was taboo for a dragon to be of an alignment unfitting of its species." He stopped advancing a safe distance away. The other dragon was being relatively civil so there was no reason to be aggressive or actively try to agitate her further.

"I don't like seeing things controlled, young one. Entropy is an aspect of nature. I can feel the auras of some things tugging at me and can not avoid acting on it... If things are cast into the chaos they will naturally find their destined places or are too weak to survive."

((sorry for being less descriptive than I would like. Not much time for this one but I really wanted to get it up before going to work))

"To kill is to feel loss. To feel any more is to have an unhealthy relationship with death." Since they were closer it was more apparent that the elder's breathing was somewhat ragged. The long flight had been catching up with him.

"If I don't act on it the pulling becomes stronger until if feels as if it is tearing me apart... Ignore it long enough and I'll black out. Then what the pulling was leading to will happen anyways... I would expect to feel as a god I would need to feel more control over myself... Yet one feeling godly over meaningless bloodshed is pathetic..." Curse barely understood what it was that had began swaying his actions as of late. He was having difficulty in expressing it in words.

"Child, what is your name?"

The elder watched her intently. "The name is fitting." He had been incredibly good with keeping track of information in his more youthful days. When a scent had a particular name attached he was much better at retaining the memory of an individual. "I am known as Curse."

Curses' twin tails lashed back and forth a few times. She kept on looking at the body. It was starting to make him feel uneasy which only reminded him of his growing fatigue. Once he left the remains will probably be disposed of in some manner. If the other dragon had never appeared he would have left the carcass be for the other scavengers to feed upon (while returning occasionally to aid in the task). Once the body was picked clean he would have left as if nothing happened.

"Some age gracefully and some do not. Even though my memory is fading my body still remains resilient." He scanned the area around them trying to remember if he had spotted any landmarks that could make for a temporary lair. There was a stream to the east. At least travel would be easier among it. "I will remain nearby for a few days. My memory might have move clarity once I have had a chance to rest. If you still have questions I should be easy enough to find." The large dragon had no doubt his bulk would have difficulty getting through the forest without leaving a blatant trail.

((Curse is going to try to leave next post so you will have a chance to deal with the body. ))

The ribcage of the fallen dragon had been haphazardly ripped open and the body gutted. It seemed the elder had focused on depriving the fool of his organs before dinning on other tissue.

Curse was annoyed with his decision to leave the body and was barely aware of his tails slowly lashing back and forth reflecting this. All remaining flesh was a loss. It didn't matter since he could not eat more without being gorged to a vulerable degree so it was not a huge loss. He was simply missing out on slowly rotting seconds later. The fallen trees were slowly dying. There was still time to take advantage of their potential energy but he disregarded this opportunity. It was unwise to do anything that could be considered strange while he was still fond of the idea of further observing the angelic in a peaceful manner.

The overall waste was a pity but would be tolerated. For now Curse was tired and his attention span had died. As he finally made up his mind to leave Curse glanced back at the angelic as she investigated the body. He snorted disdainfully. "Once dead all a body becomes is meat, nothing more, nothing less." Since Curse could tell she wanted to dispose of the body he felt like he was doing her a favor by handing it over and leaving.

He lumbered away not feeling a need to expend any extra energy on a faster gait. His lashing tails left sporadic small nicks and gashes in the surrounding obstacles as he carefully pushed through the brush trying to keep extensive damage to a minimum. ((His tails never got the memo I suppose.)) After traveling for a short distance Curse began to pick up the scent of water. He lazily followed it. Casually on a downward sweep of his tails Curse subtly aimed 2 of the gashes while keeping the same timing as before. They both landed on an earlier mark so all 3 strokes overlapped. The marks had landed on the base of a moss covered tree. Its sap oozed from the 3 wounds and slowly evaporated away like steam expending a small amount of energy in the process. After a few seconds the steaming ceased and the state of the newly created sigil became dormant. The marks reverted to the state of all the others. Mundane wounds marring a surface.

((Whatever it is, it's inactive now. The sigil will be closer to your current location then where I will be resting))

His annoyance was starting to fade. Curse was sated and knew he could rest soon once an appropriate location was found. The scent of water was growing stronger. Soon he found the stream that had been spotted earlier. Traveling along the stream greatly reduced the degree of the damage he was causing by just being there.

Curse followed the stream until he came across a large clearing. This would work for now. He stretched his tattered wings enjoying the gentle warmth of the morning light. Curse would not let how far he was away from any of his lairs bother him.

He lumbered towards the edge of the clearing and curled up there. The old dragon had very little concern for stealth when not hunting so his choice reflected comfort and not protection. He could easily be spotted snoozing there from overhead. Curse was a light sleeper but prone to hibernating in long bouts.

((technically he is going to forget about this whole "leaving" thing and sleep until something feels a need to wake him up.))