Quote Rosethorn:<br/>Dartediia grinned and lept forward. Sinking her teeth into the draclings shoulder and chest. The taste of dragons blood swam over her tongue. She ripped at its chest to get at its tiny heart. She knew its life was gone but all wanted its blood on their muzzles, all wanted to utterly destroy it. If it had been her kill she would have kept it for herself, but she was happy that Kish had chosen to let everyone share. The hot pungent order wafted through her nostrils as she pulled a portion away. She had managed to steal the heart and a better portion of its forearm. Leaving the rest for her pack mates. Settling a distance away she licked her muzzle and tore into her prize. Swallowing mouthfuls of dragon flesh. Licking up the blood on her muzzle she tore into the arm, as her pack mates took portions away. Some still ripped at the corpse. She knew there would be nothing left in a few more seconds. Her pack acted fast, especially when the prize was something this great. She wanted the earth to be stained in dragons blood and to watch as the last of their race died out. Grinning she returned to her snack.