The very first thing on Stone's agenda: food. With there not being a lot of red meat in the station, he's determined to eat a couple sandsharks to hold him over for a while, and then kill a couple more to save the meat. He sits patiently at the shoreline in groundling form, all gray and old and human-looking, until a sandshark attacks... then he shifts back up into the big, black, winged creature he also can be and pounces. He picks up a scratch or two, but the sharks' teeth aren't as effective against scales as they would be against skin, and his claws and teeth are very effective against sand-encrusted hide. Plus, he's bigger than they are.
He wolfs one down, still in the big black dragon-form... then shift back to groundling form, scrubs the rest of the blood off with sand, and settles in to wait again, a little further down the beach, occasionally making little splashes in the waves with one foot to at as a lure. This will be an all-day affair, and he justifies it by setting one singular stabilizer down over by the cliffs. Even once he's done, he half-buries himself in the sand and dozes in the sun to digest.
March 10, Day: Skyclimb Cliffs/The Fingers
Cliffs aren't much of a detriment when you're a winged creature, and they're even less of one when you're a winged creature with an 80-foot wingspan. Stone hardly even bothers with his wings, he just uses his claws and it hardly takes any time at all before then he's at the top, perched there like a gigantic scaly crow, looking out over the ocean and down along the clifftops. He plucks out one of the bottle crabs after setting in a stabilizer or two, pops it out of its shell, and crunches it down, claws and all. If anyone needs a lift up, he's happy to carry them.
Once the clifftop is secure, he shifts back down to groundling form again and wanders down the cliffline to the Fingers-- tripping here and there en route by the tangleweed, which then gets a taste of his teeth so he can free himself. He chews on severed pieces idly as he walks, because hey, he needs his vegetables, too.
Once he gets to the edges of the Fingers and sets down another stabilization device, he shifts again, mostly so he can try to pounce and eat one of the nearest drifting Helios fish. Eating is pretty much his biggest concern, right now, okay.
March 11, Day: Lighthouse and Tempest Seacaves
Today is not all about eating, for once. Stone climbs into the top of the broken lighthouse to investigate and descends the stairs down into the caverns below. This time he has to stay in groundling form-- his other form literally won't fit-- so anyone else down there gets the dubious benefit of his conversation while he finds places to leave more of the devices and prods at crystals curiously.
And gets zapped by one or two, though he doesn't generate a lot of the emotional wind himself-- not until he gets zapped and that ratchets up his annoyance level.
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The very first thing on Stone's agenda: food. With there not being a lot of red meat in the station, he's determined to eat a couple sandsharks to hold him over for a while, and then kill a couple more to save the meat. He sits patiently at the shoreline in groundling form, all gray and old and human-looking, until a sandshark attacks... then he shifts back up into the big, black, winged creature he also can be and pounces. He picks up a scratch or two, but the sharks' teeth aren't as effective against scales as they would be against skin, and his claws and teeth are very effective against sand-encrusted hide. Plus, he's bigger than they are.
He wolfs one down, still in the big black dragon-form... then shift back to groundling form, scrubs the rest of the blood off with sand, and settles in to wait again, a little further down the beach, occasionally making little splashes in the waves with one foot to at as a lure. This will be an all-day affair, and he justifies it by setting one singular stabilizer down over by the cliffs. Even once he's done, he half-buries himself in the sand and dozes in the sun to digest.
March 10, Day: Skyclimb Cliffs/The Fingers
Cliffs aren't much of a detriment when you're a winged creature, and they're even less of one when you're a winged creature with an 80-foot wingspan. Stone hardly even bothers with his wings, he just uses his claws and it hardly takes any time at all before then he's at the top, perched there like a gigantic scaly crow, looking out over the ocean and down along the clifftops. He plucks out one of the bottle crabs after setting in a stabilizer or two, pops it out of its shell, and crunches it down, claws and all. If anyone needs a lift up, he's happy to carry them.
Once the clifftop is secure, he shifts back down to groundling form again and wanders down the cliffline to the Fingers-- tripping here and there en route by the tangleweed, which then gets a taste of his teeth so he can free himself. He chews on severed pieces idly as he walks, because hey, he needs his vegetables, too.
Once he gets to the edges of the Fingers and sets down another stabilization device, he shifts again, mostly so he can try to pounce and eat one of the nearest drifting Helios fish. Eating is pretty much his biggest concern, right now, okay.
March 11, Day: Lighthouse and Tempest Seacaves
Today is not all about eating, for once. Stone climbs into the top of the broken lighthouse to investigate and descends the stairs down into the caverns below. This time he has to stay in groundling form-- his other form literally won't fit-- so anyone else down there gets the dubious benefit of his conversation while he finds places to leave more of the devices and prods at crystals curiously.
And gets zapped by one or two, though he doesn't generate a lot of the emotional wind himself-- not until he gets zapped and that ratchets up his annoyance level.