DoA - Drawlloween 2020: Vroom Vroom Vampire

Spessartine swam through the waters, dashing between the kelp that stood proud in the oceans waters, fish dashing around her, away from the rapidly moving spined Aqrion. They certainly didn’t want to get in her way, otherwise there would be a poor fish poked by her spines. She swam through, trying to go as quickly as she could, her body spiraling through them, flippers moving quickly, rapidly, trying to beat something, but what, no one really knew at first glance.

Suddenly she dove down once more, diving down to the white sands beneath them. Something gleamed gently as she dove down, making her way towards it. Her red eyes narrowed a little more, her muzzle pulling back into a vicious snarl, watching as it floated closer and closer to the white sands. Flicking her flippers again, trying to keep them in for her dive, but also on course, her maw opened…

Then snatched up the small, sinking shell in her maw, which was less than a single meter before it would have hit the white sand.

She squeaked in victory, crashing into the sand, sending quite the billow of sand up into the air. She smiled widely, giggling, her entire body aching, but at the same time, she felt victorious. Spessy had managed to beat her record time, even if it wasn’t by all that much, she was still pleased, happy that she had managed to do it.

“Not bad, not bad at all, Spessy.” Malachite praised, laughing as he watched her move from the billowing sand, her panting heavily as she dropped her shell, her fangs visible, but almost gleaming with hunger. She was hungry now, and her eyes narrowed a little more towards Mal.

The emerald dragon shuddered, glaring at the amber with narrowed eyes, “And just what are you doing…?”

Spessartine slowly pushed herself towards Malachite, a small, seemingly manic look coming across her face. He frowned, beginning to move away from her, the look of former praise and joy being replaced with no small amount of worry as she drew closer. “Spessy?” He repeated again, before she chuckled, darkly, the sound seemingly hollow, but it was beginning to become clear.

“I’m hunting my next meal…” Spessy rumbled, her fangs flashing as she grinned widely at him, hungrily.

Deciding it was best not to stick around such a hungry dragon, the emerald dragon quickly moved away from her, dashing through the forest of kelp, quickly losing the gaze of the amber dragon among their large leafage, her laughter following him swiftly.