COO COO PIGEONS COO

[keep_hallways]

There seem to be an awful lot of pigeons about today. They blanket the courtyards and pathways, cooing and fidgeting and fighting. They’re as flighty as ever, wheeling away in great flocks as soon as anyone approaches. All but the odd one or two, who hop on the spot half-heartedly, or else fly in a circle and quickly land again

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[yeoldedragon]

A ball of fluff inched up her snout. Moonie sneezed a gout of flame and woke from her nap to see the horde of pigeons filling the courtyard.

She closed her eyes in disgust, ready to ignore the lowborn flyers. Her ribs expanded in the huge amount of air she breathed and shrank again when it was let out in a sigh. The fire-breather would have been ready and content to sleep then and there had her belly not gurgled warningly of hunger. Had she human lips, they would have pursed in disgust.

Moonie opened her eyes to watch the birds covering every feasible surface. When one came near, her long neck served well for a snake-like snap of her teeth.

Had she caught herself a feathery snack?

[keep_hallways]

The pigeon sure hopes not.

It flutters back in a panic to get away from the snapping mouth, making a sound as it goes alike to a pigeon scream. Once out of range, it stops and stares back at her.

"Coo coo."

[yeoldedragon]

Moonie snarled, aggravated and shamed by her slowness. Uncaring of who or what might be caught in the crossfire, her jaw dropped and heat gathered in the base of her throat. A blast of fire was all the answer she had for 'coo coo'.

[keep_hallways]

The fireball strikes it's target and the bird bursts into flame. There's a scrambled flutter and a painful cry as it tries to flee, but the bird is too far gone.

It hits the ground, still flaming and very much dead. The canister on it's back is burned as well, the fire claiming whatever message was inside as well.

[yeoldedragon]

And Moonie, oblivious to the message it carried, snapped up the roasted pigeon and adjusted herself to resume napping.

[keep_hallways]

A nap? But there are so many pigeons around. And what do pigeons do best? They poop on everything.

Look up, Moonie. Pigeon torpedo headed your way.

[yeoldedragon]

It was like the multiverse wanted her to burn shit up.

Moonie nearly uncoiled in disgust and couldn't pretend the temptation to kill every pigeon in sight wasn't there, but by the creators she was two thousand years old. Well past the age of foolishly chasing birds with peanut-sized brains.

She growled, but responded by setting herself aflame. That would take care of any nastiness and ward off unwanted visitors. The courtyard grass, though. . .

[keep_hallways]

The poop is charred but the startled pigeon gets away unharmed. From it's back however, drops the canister. It lands a few feet away from the flaming dragon.

[yeoldedragon]

Intent on following the insolent bird's progress, Moonie's eyes nonetheless tracked the falling canister before it plopped onto the blackening earth.

It piqued her interest. She had to accept that she wouldn't likely be able to resume her nap for at least another hour, not with the pigeon-y fracas in the sky, on every outdoor surface, and she disliked sleeping indoors where an adult dragon had minimal maneuverability. That, and her twice-damned curiosity, provoked her to shift.

The fire receded from the grass, crawling up her scales and sinking into bone. Moonie changed with multiple sickening crunches and cracks until a naked humanoid female was stretching and swooping down to snatch up the canister. She ripped it open and drew out its message.

[keep_hallways]

The message says: