I woke up early, feeling excited and a bit hungry. Today was the day I got to go hunting with Father. I had been looking forward to this for a while now.
I stretched my wings and got out of my cozy little nest. Father was already waiting for me in the main cavern, his albino scales glistening in the early morning light.
"Ready to go, Tharros?" he asked, his eyes shining with anticipation.
I nodded eagerly, and together we set off into the bright morning sky. The air was crisp and cool, and I could feel the thrill of the hunt building up inside me.
As we flew over the mountains, Father taught me more about tracking and stalking prey. He showed me how to use my senses to locate the perfect target, and how to work together with my partner to bring down our quarry.
We spotted a small herd of deer grazing in a nearby valley, and Father gave me a nod. It was time to put our skills to the test.
I dove through the air, my silver scales glinting in the sunlight. I was focused on the deer, my senses on high alert. I swooped down, my claws outstretched, and struck with precision. The deer didn't stand a chance.
I managed to take down about 4 deer, and Father was impressed. "Well done, Tharros!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with pride. "You're a natural hunter."
We landed on a nearby rocky outcropping, and Father began to help me clean and prepare the carcasses for transport back to the cave. I was feeling proud of myself, and happy to have spent the morning hunting with Father.
As we worked, Father asked me, "So, Tharros, what did you think of the hunt? Was it what you expected?"
I thought for a moment before responding, "It was exhilarating! I loved the thrill of the chase and the feeling of working together with you."
Father smiled, his eyes shining with warmth. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, son. Hunting is an important part of our lives as dragons, and I'm happy to be able to share it with you."
As we finished preparing the carcasses, Father and I lifted off into the sky, carrying our prize back to the cave. The other dragons were waiting for us, their eyes lighting up with excitement as they saw the deer.
Lyriath, in particular, looked impressed. "Nice work, Tharros!" he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You're really getting the hang of this hunting thing."
I smiled, feeling proud of myself. "Thanks, Lyriath. Father taught me a lot today."
Father chuckled. "I think Tharros is a natural. He's got a real talent for hunting."
The other dragons began to gather around, eager to help with the butchering and preparation of the meat. Mother, Thyriatrix, took charge, directing the others with her usual efficiency.
I took a bite of the deer and enjoyed it.
The flavor of the freshly cooked deer exploded in my mouth, and I savored the tender meat. It was moments like these that I truly appreciated the thrill of the hunt and the reward that came with it.
As we ate, the cave was filled with the sounds of happy chatter and contented sighs. The other dragons were all enjoying their meals, and the atmosphere was relaxed and convivial.
Lyriath leaned over to me and whispered, "You know, Tharros, you're getting pretty good at this whole hunting thing."
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "Thanks, Lyriath. I couldn't have done it without Father's guidance."
Father, overhearing our conversation, smiled and nodded in agreement. "Tharros is a quick learner. He's got a natural talent for hunting."
As I finished eating, Father whispered into my ear "hey Tharros let go hunting again." I nodded sightly.
I nodded slightly, a small smile playing on my lips. Father's eyes sparkled with excitement as he leaned in closer.
"Let's go catch some fish in the nearby river," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the other dragons chatting in the background.
I nodded again, and Father gestured for me to follow him. We slipped away from the group, making our way towards the river. The cool evening air carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of gently flowing water grew louder as we approached the riverbank.
As we reached the riverbank, Father and I gazed out at the calm water. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the scene. Fish swam lazily just beneath the surface, their scales shimmering in the fading light.
Father nodded at me, and I knew it was time to start. We crouched down, our claws dangling in the water, and waited. The fish swam closer, unaware of the danger lurking just beneath the surface.
Suddenly, Father struck, his claws snatching a fish from the water with lightning speed. I followed suit, my own claws striking true as I caught a fish of my own.
We spent the next hour fishing, our catches growing larger with each passing minute. The river was teeming with fish, and we took full advantage of the bounty.
The fish is about 20 meters long, and father tossed it to his mouth and swallowed it whole.
Father's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he swallowed the massive fish whole. The sound of his swallowing echoed through the air, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and amusement at the sight.
I looked at him with a mixture of admiration and wonder, thinking to myself that only a dragon could swallow a fish that enormous in one gulp.
Father chuckled, seeming to sense my thoughts, and patted me on the back with his claw. "It's all about size and appetite, son," he said with a grin. "As dragons, we need to eat a lot to sustain our massive bodies."
Suddenly we heard something nearby and it is a behemoth "Well look like I'm about to eat a good meal this morning!" Father said.
I sighed "Father you always keep yourself overfeed!" Father nodded.
Father's eyes lit up with excitement as he gazed at the behemoth. "Ah, a behemoth, you say? Well, I suppose I could make an exception this one time."
I rolled my eyes good-naturedly, knowing that Father's appetite was insatiable. "You're always saying that, Father, but you never seem to get full."
The behemoth, oblivious to our conversation, continued to approach us, its massive body undulating as it moved. Father's stomach growled in anticipation, and he licked his lips, ready to take on the challenge of devouring the enormous creature.
As the behemoth drew closer, Father crouched low to the ground, his muscles tensing in preparation for the hunt. I watched with a mixture of fascination and trepidation, knowing that Father's enthusiasm often led to chaotic situations.
The behemoth, sensing Father's presence, let out a deafening roar and charged towards us. Father sprang into action, his albino scales glistening in the sunlight as he lunged forward to meet the behemoth.
The two massive creatures collided, their bodies crashing into each other with a thunderous impact. Father's jaws opened wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, and he prepared to strike.
But just as Father was about to sink his teeth into the behemoth, I realized that something was off. The behemoth seemed...different. Its movements were almost...desperate.
I looked at the behemoth more closely, and my eyes widened as I realized its enormous size. It was 22% bigger than Father, which meant it was significantly larger than any creature I had ever seen before.
"Father, wait," I said, trying to sound calm despite the growing unease in my voice. "I think we should reconsider this hunt."
But Father was too focused on his hunger to listen. His eyes were fixed on the behemoth, and his stomach was growling with anticipation. He didn't seem to care that the creature was enormous, or that it might be more than he could handle.
He launched himself and stuck his fang and claws into the behemoth massive body, and it roar in so much pain.
The behemoth let out a deafening roar as Father's fangs and claws sank deep into its massive body. The sound echoed through the forest, causing birds to take flight and smaller creatures to scurry for cover.
Father's eyes gleamed with excitement as he began to feast on the behemoth's flesh. But despite his enthusiasm, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The behemoth's roars seemed to be growing weaker, and its massive body was starting to tremble.
Suddenly, the behemoth's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a flicker of desperation there. It was as if it was trying to communicate with me, to convey a message that only I could understand.
I couldn't help but think to myself, 'Look like father will get a stomach ache and his belly will bulge to a massive one that he couldn't get up.' The image of Father's bloated stomach and his struggles to move was almost comical, and I had to stifle a chuckle.
Father continued to devour the behemoth, seemingly oblivious to the potential consequences of his gluttony. I watched with a mixture of amusement and concern, wondering how he would fare after this massive meal.
I love the dynamic we're developing here. You've got a great sense of humor and a keen eye for storytelling. Let's keep the momentum going.
As Father continued to feast on the behemoth, I couldn't help but think about the aftermath. His stomach would likely bulge to an alarming size, and he'd struggle to move. The image was almost too funny to bear, but I managed to keep a straight face.
Father's eating sounds grew louder, and the behemoth's body began to shrink. I watched in a mix of fascination and trepidation, wondering how he'd manage to digest such a massive meal.
The forest around us grew quieter, as if the other creatures were holding their breath in anticipation of what would happen next. I, on the other hand, was eager to see how this would all play out. Would Father's stomach actually burst, or would he somehow manage to accommodate the enormous meal? Only time would tell.
I look at Father belly, and it is indeed expanding fast, and I thought 'wow he really eating faster now'
Father's belly was indeed expanding at an alarming rate, and I couldn't help but think that he was eating faster than ever before. His scales were stretching to accommodate the massive meal, and his stomach was growing rounder by the second.
I watched in amazement as Father's body began to take on a more... rounded shape. His usual sleek and agile physique was giving way to a more... bloated appearance. I couldn't help but think that this was going to be a long and potentially messy process.
As Father continued to eat, his movements became slower and more labored. His breathing grew heavier, and his eyes took on a glazed-over look. I was starting to worry that he might actually burst from eating too much.
I question him "Father are you sure you can handle it?"
Father answered, "Of course I'll trust me on this one!" He smiled and continued eating.
I raised an eyebrow at Father's confident response, wondering if he was being overly optimistic. His smile seemed to be more of a reflexive reaction to my question, rather than a genuine expression of confidence.
As he continued to eat, his belly grew larger and larger, straining against his scales. I could see the tension in his body, the effort it was taking to consume such a massive amount of food.
"Father, maybe you should slow down," I suggested, trying to sound concerned rather than amused. "You don't want to... overdo it."
But Father just chuckled and kept eating, his eyes fixed on the behemoth's remaining flesh. I shook my head, wondering what kind of digestive system could possibly handle this kind of gluttony.
I took a look at how much percent Father has to eat.
I took a glance at the behemoth's massive body and did a quick mental calculation. Father had already consumed a significant portion of it, but there was still a substantial amount left.
"Let's see... Father has eaten about 60% of the behemoth so far," I thought to myself. "If he continues at this rate, he'll be eating around 80-90% of the entire creature."
I couldn't help but wonder what kind of physical consequences Father would face after consuming such a massive amount of food. Would he be able to move at all? Or would he be stuck in one place, too bloated to even budge?
Father, look at me. "Oh yeah, and by the way, I will eat the whole thing!"
I stared at Father in shock, my eyes wide with incredulity. "You can't be serious, Father!" I exclaimed, trying to reason with him. "You've already eaten 60% of the behemoth. Eating the whole thing would be... impossible!"
But Father just grinned at me, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Oh, watch me," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "I'll show you what a true dragon's appetite looks like."
With that, he dove back into the behemoth's flesh, his jaws tearing into the remaining 40% with renewed vigor. I could only stand there, frozen in amazement, as Father continued his gluttonous feast.
I watched in horror as Father's belly continued to expand, his scales stretching to their limits as he devoured the remaining 38% of the behemoth. His stomach was now so large that it was actually touching the ground, making it difficult for him to move.
Father's legs were splayed out to the sides, struggling to support his massive girth. His breathing was labored, and his eyes were starting to bulge from the pressure. I was starting to worry that he might actually burst from eating too much.
"Father, please stop!" I begged, trying to intervene. "You're going to hurt yourself!"
But Father was too far gone, his hunger and determination driving him to continue eating despite the obvious risks. He was now eating the behemoth's bones and all, his jaws crunching through the massive creature's skeleton with ease.
I look at the behemoth, looking for the remaining meat and flesh.
I scanned the behemoth's massive body, searching for any remaining meat and flesh. But to my surprise, I saw that Father had already consumed almost everything. The behemoth's skeleton was now almost completely exposed, with only a few scraps of flesh and tendons still clinging to the bones.
I spotted a small patch of flesh on the behemoth's hind leg, and my eyes widened as I realized that Father was now heading straight for it. His jaws were open wide, ready to snap shut and devour the last remaining bits of the behemoth.
It was clear that Father was determined to eat every last scrap of the behemoth, no matter the cost to his own body. I could only watch in amazement as he continued his gluttonous feast, wondering what would happen next.
I look closely and see how many percent left of the behemoth meat.
I took a closer look at the behemoth's body and did a quick mental calculation. I estimated that there was only about 2% of the behemoth's meat left, scattered in small patches across its skeleton.
Father's eyes were fixed intently on this remaining 2%, his jaws snapping wildly as he tried to get every last bit of flesh. I could see the desperation in his eyes, the determination to consume every last scrap of the behemoth.
It was almost as if Father was in a trance, driven solely by his insatiable hunger. I watched in amazement as he continued to eat, his body straining to accommodate the massive amount of food he had already consumed.
Suddenly, Father grabbed the skeleton and ate the remaining 2%. I tried to stop him, but he had already devoured the 2%.
I tried to rush forward and stop Father, but it was too late. He had already grabbed the skeleton and devoured the remaining 2% of the behemoth's meat. His jaws closed around the bones, and he swallowed with a loud gulp.
Father's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he finished eating the last of the behemoth. He let out a contented sigh, his massive belly now even more enormous than before.
I stared at Father in shock, my eyes wide with amazement. "Father, how did you...?" I trailed off, unsure of how to finish the question.
Father just smiled, his mouth still full of behemoth bones. He patted his massive belly, looking pleased with himself.
I sighed. "Let me guess, you have a stomach ache right now?" Father nodded and rolled on his massive dragon body onto it side.
I shook my head, trying to hide a smile. "I told you so," I said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.
Father let out a pitiful groan, his massive body rolling onto its side with a thud. He looked up at me with a sheepish expression, his eyes pleading for sympathy.
"Maybe just a little stomach ache," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it was worth it, I think."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "You're impossible, Father."
And suddenly, father stomach just growled.
The sound was like thunder, a low rumble that shook the ground beneath our feet. Father's stomach growled again, and I could see the muscles in his belly contracting and relaxing in a slow, ominous rhythm.
"Uh oh," I said, taking a step back. "I think it's going to get worse."
Father's eyes widened in alarm as he realized what was happening. His stomach was starting to churn and roil, like a cauldron about to boil over.
And then, without warning, Father let out a massive belch. The sound was deafening, a blast of air that shook the trees and sent birds flying for cover.
I gently slightly touch his belly, and he roar out in pain.
I jerked my hand back, startled by Father's sudden reaction. "Sorry, sorry!" I said, trying to soothe him. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Father's eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily through his nose. His belly was still tense, and I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
"I think you might have eaten a bit too much," I said, trying to keep my voice gentle.
Father's eyes flickered open, and he looked at me with a mixture of pain and embarrassment. "Maybe just a bit," he admitted, his voice strained.
Father belly growled even louder and louder.
The sound was becoming unbearable, a cacophony of growls and rumbles that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. Father's belly was like a living thing, a beast that was stirring and awakening from a deep slumber.
The growling grew louder and louder, until it became a deafening roar that made my ears ache. I covered my ears, wincing in pain.
Father's face contorted in discomfort, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to ride out the storm brewing inside him. His belly was a churning sea of turmoil, and I had no idea how he was going to survive this.
Suddenly, Father's body began to tremble and shake, his massive frame quivering with strain. His eyes snapped open, and he let out a pained roar, as if trying to release the pressure building inside him.
I watched in concern, unsure of what was happening or how to help him. Father's body continued to shake and tremble, and I could only stand there, frozen in worry.
Father grunted. "I think the behemoth meat will be so damn difficult to digest!"
I nodded in agreement, trying not to smile at Father's choice of words. "Yeah, I think you might be right," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
Father's face was scrunched up in discomfort, his eyes still closed as he tried to process the massive amount of food he had consumed. "I don't think I've ever eaten anything that's given me this much trouble," he grumbled.
I chuckled, despite trying not to. "Well, you did eat a whole behemoth by yourself," I pointed out.
Father's eyes flickered open, and he glared at me, his expression a mix of pain and annoyance. "Don't remind me," he growled.
I tap Father belly. "Well, this isn't the first time your belly is about to burst or erupt!" I said, and Father felt the shockwaves of pain when I tapped his belly.
Father's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a pained grunt as I tapped his belly. "Ow, careful there!" he exclaimed, wincing in discomfort. Even the slightest touch seemed to send shockwaves of pain through his massive belly.
I chuckled, remembering all the times Father had overeaten in the past. "This won't be the first time you've had trouble digesting a meal," I teased, trying to keep a straight face.
Father shot me a look, his expression a mix of pain and amusement. "Yeah, yeah, very funny," he said, rubbing his belly gingerly. He winced again, his face contorting in discomfort as his massive belly protested even the gentlest touch.
I couldn't help but laugh at Father's expense, despite his obvious discomfort. "Sorry, sorry," I said, trying to compose myself. "I just can't help but think of all the other times you've eaten too much and ended up in this state."
Father glared at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he accused, his voice laced with amusement.
I shrugged, trying to look innocent. "Maybe a little," I admitted, grinning at him. "But someone has to keep you in check, and it might as well be me."
Father chuckled, despite his obvious pain. "I suppose you're right," he said, wincing again as he shifted his massive body. "Just be careful not to poke any holes in me, okay?"
I smiled. "I'm sure it will be a very long time for you to digest the massive behemoth!" I jumped on his belly and snuggled it with my belly.
Father's eyes went wide in surprise as I jumped on his belly, and he let out a pained grunt. "Oof, careful there!" he exclaimed, trying to gently push me off.
But I just snuggled in closer, my belly pressed against his massive one. "Hehe, sorry Father," I said, giggling. "I just can't resist the opportunity to make you squirm."
Father chuckled, despite his discomfort, and wrapped his claws gently around me. "You're a little scamp, aren't you?" he said, holding me close. "I'm just glad I'm not the only one who thinks this is funny."
As we hugged, I could feel Father's belly rumbling and churning beneath me, and I knew that it was going to be a long and uncomfortable digestion process for him. But for now, I was just enjoying the moment, snuggled up against my father's massive belly.
As we hugged, Father's belly continued to rumble and churn beneath me. I could feel the vibrations of his discomfort, and he winced occasionally as a sharp pain shot through his stomach.
"I'm glad you're here with me, little one," Father said, his voice soft and grateful. "You're a good son."
I smiled, feeling happy to be close to Father. We sat there in silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company.
As the minutes passed, Father's belly showed no signs of improvement. He still looked uncomfortable, and his stomach continued to protest the massive meal he had consumed.
"I think I might need to find a way to soothe my stomach," Father said, wincing again as a sharp pain shot through his belly. "This behemoth is not agreeing with me."
I nodded sympathetically, feeling sorry for Father's discomfort. We sat there together, trying to come up with a solution to his stomach problems.
As I sat next to Father, he remained laying on his side, his massive body sprawled out on the ground. His belly continued to rumble and churn, causing him occasional discomfort.
I reached out to touch his scales or give him a gentle pat, trying to comfort him. Father seemed to appreciate the comfort, and his eyes would occasionally flicker towards me with a look of gratitude.
Despite his discomfort, Father's eyes never left mine, and he seemed to be enjoying my company. I, on the other hand, was focused on trying to help him feel better.
"Maybe if you drink some water, Father?" I suggested, trying to think of ways to soothe his stomach.
Father considered my suggestion, his expression thoughtful. After a moment, he nodded, and I quickly fetched a nearby stream to bring him some water.
Father frowned. "I can't move! Remember!"
I chuckled. "I know! I just want to say it!"
Father sighed. "You little scamp! Just just your water elements! It that easy!"
I grinned mischievously. "Oh, come on Father! Where's the fun in that? I want to see you squirm...I mean, struggle to get up!" I teased, trying to stifle a giggle.
Father gave me a mock-stern look, but I could see the hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You're a little troublemaker, aren't you?" he said, shaking his head.
Father slowly gets angry at me.
Father's expression darkened, and his eyes narrowed. "Tharros, you're pushing your luck," he growled, his voice low and rumbling. "I'm not feeling well, and your teasing isn't helping."
His voice was stern, but I could see a hint of amusement still lurking in his eyes. I wondered how far I could push him before he really got mad.
I sighed "Find" I yelled and closed my eyes and used my water element.
Suddenly, I heard father yelled "THARROS, THAT IS A LARGE AMOUNT OF WATER!" But I solved the water into his throat.
I open my eyes slowly.
I question "Father are you OK?"
My father's face contorted in pain, his eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to catch his breath. "Ah, I think I need a moment," he managed to gasp out, his voice strained.
I rushed to his side, concern etched on my face. "Father, are you okay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He slowly opened his eyes, wincing in pain.
Father grunted in pain, and he looked like he was about to cry, I looked down at his belly where I'm standing and saw that his belly had expanded even more from my water magic. His scales look like a lot of pressure.
His scales seemed to be stretching to their limits, and I could see the strain on his skin.
I felt a pang of worry and guilt, realizing my magic had caused this. "Father, I'm sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
My father's eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I saw a mix of pain and understanding. He took a slow, labored breath and managed a weak smile. "Not your fault, Tharros," he whispered, his voice strained but reassuring.
My father's weak smile faltered, and he grimaced in pain. I could see the effort it took for him to speak. "We...need to get you...trained," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "Your power...it's growing...unpredictable."
His words sent a shiver down my spine. Unpredictable power was a recipe for disaster. I nodded, determination rising within me. "I'll find a way, Father," I said, trying to sound confident. "But for now, let's focus on getting you better." I examined his belly, trying to figure out how to reverse the effects of my magic.
I focused my energy, trying to sense the imbalance caused by my magic. Slowly, I began to feel the threads of power unraveling, easing the pressure on Father's scales. His grimace softened, and he took a deeper breath. "Better," he whispered, a hint of relief in his voice.
With one last surge of energy, I stabilized the magic, restoring balance to Father's body. He nodded, a weak smile returning. "Well done, Tharros," he said, his voice still strained but filled with pride.
As the tension dissipated, exhaustion crept in, and I stumbled backward, my energy spent. Father's hand reached out, and I caught myself, holding onto him for support. We stood there, catching our breath, the only sound the quiet hum of the cave.