[Episode 63798] [Episode 63798]The little lizard seemed to like fish. He'd had to watch his fingers while feeding her, but after the first one she'd started slowing down and looking fairly content - if with a somewhat snaggle-toothed evil grin on her face.
Hiroshi had tried to get Ranma interested in some arcade games and that Samurai Showdown game had had special manuevers where animals were involved. Ranma wondered if maybe he could do that with Tarre here and teach her some special manuevers after she'd healed.
If nothing else it'd surprise the heck out of Ryoga in the next fight.
The little black dragon healed and regained strength and tried to understand this. Not the regaining strength part - she had many injuries and knew instinctively that she needed to eat a lot for her body to rebuild itself. No, it was her situation she didn't completely understand.
Where a more normal member of her species might have relied on power, she had been badly hurt and starved by creatures who had made torture a crude art form.
Observation had lead to less pain. Less pain to more observation.
The creature now shielding her from too-bright-light who had taken her from goblins. She had at first thought this was just a different kind of goblin, though that didn't work too well.
The goblin theory didn't hold up with the smell though.
The flying varieties of dragons had good senses of smell, though it was their eyesight that was really phenomenal. Dragons that hunted as they flew were able to spot signs of game from altitudes measured at altitudes of a thousand feet or more.
Black dragons, on the other hand, hunted by laying in ambush within swamps and stagnant water. Their senses of smell were second only to their hearing in importance. Their tastebuds were their least sensitive organs - not that that mattered at present.
Notgoblin did not smell at all like goblin. Though Tarre didn't know it, this was due to biochemistry, diet, and the fact that Ranma had been known to bathe.
Tarre tried to understand, even as she gave a half-hearted snap at Notgoblin's fingers as he fed her something indefinable but which had the much needed meat. Notgoblin was feeding and protecting her, and while she despaired at needing either - the sad fact was that at present she needed both. Her claws had been trimmed, her wings tattered, there were gaps in her armoring of scales, and she was still clumsy from her cage.
Notgoblin made strange noises and pointed to itself and made a noise. Tarre snarled and made as close to the same noise as she could.
This seemed to please and excite Notgoblin enormously, who then began stroking her itchy-can't-reach spot along the back of her neck. Naturally, she moved that portion of herself more into the grip. That felt quite good actually. Another use for Notgoblin then.
Tarre thought about the sound Notgoblin had made. Ra-nru-mra. Perhaps a name? Notgoblin was a Ranrumra.
When Tarre took the next bite of fish from the Ranrumra's hands she forgot to try and bite him. It. Whatever.
This was not-torture the same way that Ranrumra was Notgoblin. After some consideration, and filling her belly with the fish that her Ranrumra was catching from the river, Tarre decided that this not-torture deserved a name. She'd call it contentment.
And it was good.
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