Wispy clouds flew past her as she glided over the grassy plains, shoulders and chest muscles straining as warm air buffeted her outstretched leathery wings, buoying her as she glided.
She felt the sun on her scaly back like a warm embrace, inhaled the fragrance of various plants and noted the odours of urine, dung, sweat and fur borne on the wind; looking down she espied a herd of wild cows, and, feeling hungry, tipped her head down and pulled her wings tight behind her.
The gentle rush of air around her ears rose to a crescendo as her speed increased, the brown specks of bovine bodies growing larger as she tore through the air, finally snatching one of the beasts with her outstretched talons and rising up again effortlessly.
She ripped out the creature’s throat with one mighty claw as she held it with the other as she flew, then proceeded to rend its flesh from its bones – savouring the sweet, salty taste of blood-rich meat as each mouthful slid down her gullet, thrilling her senses.
This was the life thought Maya as she flapped once or twice to gain more height; limitless power (well, for as long as the energies in Amadeo’s dragon chimera amulet lasted anyway).