-At a very young age it's required as a right of passage to face many dangers in the weaker form.- Star replied vaguely.
"Hmmph. Well, I'd never even fired an arrow before." Ailyn said. "I was clueless.""
She paused, before rounding on him. "Wait a minute! Isn't that basically sport?" She demanded.
-We never killed, not unless it was required for survival.- Star told her.
Ailyn was silent for a moment, then smiled. "I did get the boar, in the end. I made a spear out of a branch. I've been using them ever since."
((I'm gonna go eat dinner.))
-I see...- Star was losing interest. He was more focused on pain.
Ailyn could hear the gurgle of the river now. They were only about ten yards away from the trees, and she could see more of the half-collapsed building. "This is it."
Star nodded. -Just show me where I'll sleep and please try to keep your friends away from here.-
Ailyn shoved open the dented steel door and looked around. The dust was thick; it was obvious nobody had been there for a while.
She shoved a fallen filing cabinet to the side, revealing a large metal door in the ground. Opening it, she gestured down. "If you can manage the stairs, there's a lot of space down there. If not, it alright up here, too. It doesn't leak over in that corner." She pointed.
Star shifted uneasily. -Are you sure the building wouldn't collapse on me or anything? And...I'd like if you just lef the door open so I can come and go as needed.-
"I've climbed the walls before." Ailyn said with a shrug. "They never so much as budged. Not on this end, anyway."
She stepped out the door and glared at the setting sun. "I have to go. My dad is going to be very angry with me."
-Dad...?- The word was nonexistant in the dragon vocabulary. Father, but not dad, or daddy, or anything like that. Just like mother was a word, but not mom or mommy or anything like that.
"My father." Ailyn explained, adjusting her grip on her bag. "I'm always supposed to be home before dark, otherwise he freaks out." She started to walk away quickly, back towards the village.
Star whined as he watched her going. He realized he hated being alone. He'd just spent too long alone.
She started jogging, cursing herself as she raced against the sun. Out late, and without any kills. The wind blew tendrils of her hair loose into her eyes as she picked up speed, but she just ignored them.
She arrived at the village about fifteen minutes later, out of breath. The light was on in her house.
Star found a place to curl up. He tried to get some sleep, but it was dificult. He kept thinking about the girl...
((Skip to morning...?))
(You don't have to ask to skip in a situation like this. It's obvious nothing else is going to happen.)
The deer's flesh gave with a squelching sound under Ailyn's spear a second before its body thudded to the ground. The spear had struck her in the heart.
Ailyn produced a piece of string from her pocket and tied the doe's legs together to make it easier to carry, then slung her over her shoulders triumphantly. She hadn't caught anything yesterday, and had to make up for it.
She took a single step towards home, then stopped. She took another, then groaned at herself. All day, she'd been trying to get Star out of her head. There was no reason to go back. She didn't owe him anything, and they weren't friends. He hated her and her species.
Before she'd even realized it, she was halfway to the warehouse, kicking herself mentally as it grew larger on the horizon.
(Okay, do you not recall the first explanation of this RP? I think you should reread it and tell me where you're forgetting. Sorry, don't mean to sound like I have an attitude, imagine that with a sweet voice that means no harm. It's hard to convey tone in text.)