04-27-2020, 06:41 AM
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
His dragon-shape is coloured similarly to his horse-body, and thanks to this, it seems everybody recognizes him easily. Or that is, everybody who knows the horse well enough. This time, it is the opalescent purple mare from Loess - Castile’s bonnie love, number.. who knows really. It doesn’t matter. It just surprises him sometimes how attractive such a feral smoke-smelling horse apparently is. Even in times where he bites and burns.
The dragon licks his teeth clean while lifting his head to stare at the woman, his eyes yellow and somehow still cold; a hunter’s glare. But she doesn’t close the distance, addressing him from the relative safety of beneath the trees - a place he’d have a hard time maneuvering. He shakes his long neck, the ice-horns making soft ticking sounds when they touch one another, the golden gleam over his bronze scales catching the light as well. ”You still should come tomorrow. I’m not in the mood for politics right now.” he tells her, ready to dive down back into the deer while it’s still warm, but interrupted once again by the scent of the Taigan boy.
As the young kid whispers, the ice dragon stares at his shape, determined to find out why his scent is familiar besides the mist and redwood trees. When he gets to it, he gives the boy a rather sinister grin. ”It has a distinct hatred for mind-readers in general, but it still knows exactly how far away you are from home. And it has half a heart to tell Lilli about it, too.” His tone changes from cold and perhaps threatening in the first sentence, to amused at the boys’ expectations of his mother’s rage when he gets there. Leilan is quite certain that the chestnut mare will give her son a reprimand of the kind he personally wouldn’t want to see from even a safe distance.
His grin widens a bit, turning his yellow-green orbs from the green-eyed boy to the winged mare. ”I’m sure my friend here can tell you how great I am at escorting lost boys home.” Then, he blinks in a cat-like manner, and for good measure, takes another large bite out of the deer.
It would be a pity to let it go to waste, after all.
The dragon licks his teeth clean while lifting his head to stare at the woman, his eyes yellow and somehow still cold; a hunter’s glare. But she doesn’t close the distance, addressing him from the relative safety of beneath the trees - a place he’d have a hard time maneuvering. He shakes his long neck, the ice-horns making soft ticking sounds when they touch one another, the golden gleam over his bronze scales catching the light as well. ”You still should come tomorrow. I’m not in the mood for politics right now.” he tells her, ready to dive down back into the deer while it’s still warm, but interrupted once again by the scent of the Taigan boy.
As the young kid whispers, the ice dragon stares at his shape, determined to find out why his scent is familiar besides the mist and redwood trees. When he gets to it, he gives the boy a rather sinister grin. ”It has a distinct hatred for mind-readers in general, but it still knows exactly how far away you are from home. And it has half a heart to tell Lilli about it, too.” His tone changes from cold and perhaps threatening in the first sentence, to amused at the boys’ expectations of his mother’s rage when he gets there. Leilan is quite certain that the chestnut mare will give her son a reprimand of the kind he personally wouldn’t want to see from even a safe distance.
His grin widens a bit, turning his yellow-green orbs from the green-eyed boy to the winged mare. ”I’m sure my friend here can tell you how great I am at escorting lost boys home.” Then, he blinks in a cat-like manner, and for good measure, takes another large bite out of the deer.
It would be a pity to let it go to waste, after all.
@[Oceane] @[Nashua] Heh
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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