Dally muttered obscenities to herself as she pulled on her new black fur lined boots. Druid Krieger had sent for her, saying he had a surprise in the training den for her. She had been trying to nap before the meeting on the fortification event, and was not happy that she’d have to go without the extra sleep. Still, the Druid was not one to disturb anyone without good reason. He had asked permission earlier that day to use some egg tokens, but would not say what for. She wasn’t up for an inquisition so she’d given him permission and waved him off. She hadn’t given the conversation a second thought, until now. She bounded down the stairs and onto the base, then jogged across to the Training Den.
Dally called to the Druid as she entered the training den and stopped dead in her tracks. The hulking beast standing on the platform before her was not like anything she ever could have imagined. Ever.
Her first impression was that it was a giant hippopotamus. With wings. And spikes down its back. It had more pink in its coloring than the dull grey most hippos seemed to have. It also had toes. The creature seemed to be smiling as well. Dally walked slowly around the dragon, at a safe distance, until Druid Krieger appeared from the shadows.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked excitedly.
Dally paused, looked at the creature then looked at the creature maker. “Well, first off he…she?..is absolutely adorable.”
“He is a he. Chunk.”
Dally nodded, then looked back at Chunk. “Where…I mean…how…what the heck did you do?”
Druid Krieger clapped his hands together excitedly. “Well, I’ve always wondered if we could get anything different if we bred Etzel and Drude, other than the three you already have: Bolt, Sahron and Habrok. I’d tried several times, unsuccessfully, but finally it actually worked! And, well, you know the rest.”
“What does he do? Spells and such?”
“Well, he’s a warrior class, with Super Rejuvenate and Cloak. His big spell though I call Belly Flop. It’s kind of like self destruct, only he lands with a thud and destroys everything around him. He’s done after that however.”
“Oh! And also, he’s an herbivore. Most of the time anyway.”
“Most of the time?”
“Well, yes. He eats wood, unless he’s standing on something high up, like a perch. Then he will eat meat, because he’s afraid of heights when he’s not flying. I guess it makes him feel stronger or something.”
Dally shook her head in disbelief and sighed. “Well, he is adorable anyway.” She slowly approached Chunk, who was very eager for her to pay attention to him. “Will he tolerate being flown?” she asked.
“Yes, I’ve flown him personally. A bit of a bumpy ride but nothing you can’t handle.”
“Ok good. This is just…well…I’ve got to see this guy in action for myself!”