03-12-2020, 12:32 PM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
Oh, lovely, it’s a bit of a hothead - though cool enough not to explode, he supposes… oh well. Let’s leave the temperature-linked thoughts behind, Leilan would say - he’s not being welcomed warmly yet, so really, really he shouldn’t.
Luckily for the trickster, shouldn’t and wouldn’t are two entirely different words.
He smiles a bit at the other male, stepping back just enough to avoid a blow should it come. Not that he couldn’t handle him, but because he prefers to go around bruise-less. ”Tut tut, no need to get offended. I never said you didn’t bathe at all - and roses are out of season anyway.” he grins, temporarily adding a flickering mix of horse and predator teeth to his already ice-covered face.
The male says he can sort-of relate to the burning, though in an impolite enough manner that Leilan isn’t particularly worried about having offended the other too badly. ”Did they? Not recently is it?” he wonders aloud. He didn’t smell Tephran, or even Taigan. He would have recognized those anywhere.
”I personally liked the ice, you know. Maybe that should be my revenge.” he snorts humorously, cold emitted from his nostrils only a tiny bit, as just a… hint, maybe, at what he’s capable of - easily missed. The scaled roan’s shoulders make a shrug-like motion as he continues. ”Then again, I reckon ashes can make fertile building ground; that’s actually why I claimed it back. Plus, there’s plenty of… let’s say enthusiastic fresh water springs to go around, too, these days. They’re pretty exciting.” he offers another mischievous smile, sideways-glancing at the smelly mud that the other had hated so much. Hot and cold geysers, and granite had no mud like this, though some of the hot ones held some interesting sulfur-producing bacteria; then again the salty sea air was wonderful enough in itself if one needed a break from it.
If the other were inclined to visit, he imagines the indigo-pointed male would need lots of breaks.
He pauses a little, realizing he knows nothing much about the other - well other than that he is very sensitive to smells. ”So how’d you end up here, anyway?” That is: how come he’s alone and homeless, if he used to have one? Clearly, he did not favour the riverlands either.
Luckily for the trickster, shouldn’t and wouldn’t are two entirely different words.
He smiles a bit at the other male, stepping back just enough to avoid a blow should it come. Not that he couldn’t handle him, but because he prefers to go around bruise-less. ”Tut tut, no need to get offended. I never said you didn’t bathe at all - and roses are out of season anyway.” he grins, temporarily adding a flickering mix of horse and predator teeth to his already ice-covered face.
The male says he can sort-of relate to the burning, though in an impolite enough manner that Leilan isn’t particularly worried about having offended the other too badly. ”Did they? Not recently is it?” he wonders aloud. He didn’t smell Tephran, or even Taigan. He would have recognized those anywhere.
”I personally liked the ice, you know. Maybe that should be my revenge.” he snorts humorously, cold emitted from his nostrils only a tiny bit, as just a… hint, maybe, at what he’s capable of - easily missed. The scaled roan’s shoulders make a shrug-like motion as he continues. ”Then again, I reckon ashes can make fertile building ground; that’s actually why I claimed it back. Plus, there’s plenty of… let’s say enthusiastic fresh water springs to go around, too, these days. They’re pretty exciting.” he offers another mischievous smile, sideways-glancing at the smelly mud that the other had hated so much. Hot and cold geysers, and granite had no mud like this, though some of the hot ones held some interesting sulfur-producing bacteria; then again the salty sea air was wonderful enough in itself if one needed a break from it.
If the other were inclined to visit, he imagines the indigo-pointed male would need lots of breaks.
He pauses a little, realizing he knows nothing much about the other - well other than that he is very sensitive to smells. ”So how’d you end up here, anyway?” That is: how come he’s alone and homeless, if he used to have one? Clearly, he did not favour the riverlands either.
@[Ivo]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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