[mature] You better get away darling; Ripley & Nostromo

[Ripley]

here comes a candle to light you to bed here comes a chopper to chop off your head They’ve been hunting that dragon off-and-on ever since it saved that horrid green creature from being their meal. Although already feral, already willing and ready to attack every single thing that they could see and reach, the sight of a dragon or a horse with dragon features is like spilling blood into shark infested water. The scent that they catch on the air has a similar effect. Instantly they are almost blinded by range, by hunger, and they move into action. It’s a new trail, as though it had just appeared. The meadow is not a good place for them to hunt - there is no option for stealth here. But they have other tools in their arsenal. More of them would be better, but for now they simply converge on the trail - one to each side. It’s not the dragon that they seek, but it does not matter now. Each creature has saliva dripping from their mouths as they approach - envisioning the meal at the end of this hunt. An end to this trail of that damned scent. It’s an effort to hold themselves back, to walk slowly to start. If they could think, they would be confident in their ability to outrun this simple-looking creature. A low, strange clicking noise escapes them both as they move through the long grass. Their focus is singular, The larger of the monsters flicks her ridged, knife-tipped tail and the smaller surges forward at this signal. They are both lunging forward now, hooves pounding on the ground and vicious snarls, tails whipping behind them as they approach from opposite sides, surging to meet in the middle at their quarry. Just your average meeting between siblings.  ripley & nostromo XXVIII-----

@[Cassian]