Picking up travelers will only fill you up so much, but villages can have up to hundreds of people, surely they will be able to sate your appetite. It only takes a few beats of your powerful wings to take off, within moments your soaring in the open skies, eyes peeled in the hopes of finding a suitable location for your next feast.
an hour later and you have picked out an ideal target, a middling farm town with plenty of prey ready for the taking, you descend breathing fire round the outskirts until all routes of escape are cut off. the banquet begins as you smash through the taverns roof, you take a deep breath sucking the occupants out of the building and into your waiting maw,
GULP!
with one mighty swallow your prey are sent barreling down your throat, where they are met with a bubbling, caustic soup in your stomach, their struggles only intensify your hunger, without a moments break you carry on, the guards are completely powerless to stop you, your scales are too thick for their arrows to do any more than irritate you. Likewise their swords do little against you as they slide of your thick hide. They too are devoured in short order, over a matter of hours the town and all that lived there are devoured, leaving one very bloated dragon in the centre of town, your stomach is now easily twice your own size, and their you lay as you drift of to sleep, the only noise that can be heard is the roaring of fire and the churning of your stomach. in the morning you wake up and ...
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