Surface to Air
25 October 2007 23:45![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I didn’t cry at all when I saw the enemy soldiers executed but I shrieked like a child when they killed the horses.
They did it after the sunset. The sky was on fire with reds and pinks and oranges. The rifles rang out and the horses that weren’t killed instantly screamed until the soldiers reloaded and fired again to silence them forever.
I can still hear them.
I suppose we could have used the horses ourselves but really, we didn’t have enough supplies to feed them. We were out to cripple and hurt the enemy and this was one way to do it.
We fed the horses to our dragons.
Aerial combat had been a way of life for us. When the humans showed up through the gate with their revolutionary ideas of ground warfare, we were caught by surprise. The shot us out of the air. They had no honour.
They almost won.
We regrouped then, and over the course of last year, we have harried and damaged the humans until we are almost even. They cannot advance and neither can we push them back. Damages have been heavy on both sides.
I look over at my mount Shadefire and am momentarily repulsed as she greedily rips a horse’s leg off.
Her tiny mate is perched on her shoulder harness, waiting for scraps.
Thinking about the run-and-hide tactics we’ve been reduced to committing makes me feel like I’ve been infected with the human concept of honourless battle.
I will be happy when this war is over and once again, we can soar without fear of attack from the ground.
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They did it after the sunset. The sky was on fire with reds and pinks and oranges. The rifles rang out and the horses that weren’t killed instantly screamed until the soldiers reloaded and fired again to silence them forever.
I can still hear them.
I suppose we could have used the horses ourselves but really, we didn’t have enough supplies to feed them. We were out to cripple and hurt the enemy and this was one way to do it.
We fed the horses to our dragons.
Aerial combat had been a way of life for us. When the humans showed up through the gate with their revolutionary ideas of ground warfare, we were caught by surprise. The shot us out of the air. They had no honour.
They almost won.
We regrouped then, and over the course of last year, we have harried and damaged the humans until we are almost even. They cannot advance and neither can we push them back. Damages have been heavy on both sides.
I look over at my mount Shadefire and am momentarily repulsed as she greedily rips a horse’s leg off.
Her tiny mate is perched on her shoulder harness, waiting for scraps.
Thinking about the run-and-hide tactics we’ve been reduced to committing makes me feel like I’ve been infected with the human concept of honourless battle.
I will be happy when this war is over and once again, we can soar without fear of attack from the ground.
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Date: 26 Oct 2007 14:07 (UTC)no subject
Date: 26 Oct 2007 17:11 (UTC)Who knows?