05-14-2020, 06:59 PM
Draco isn't stupid, but he isn't particularly driven, either. Most of his time is spent prowling the canyons of Pangea, keeping eyes on their prisoners and their people alike. Border patrol isn't exactly his style, but he does it because he knows it's right and because it's important to his brother. Admittedly, he is bored and sour when wandering the borders, but his mind reading keeps him just sharp enough to know what's going on.
The demon is doing just that: unwittingly walking the invisible lines of Pangea, wondering if he'll stumble upon the aliens he knows still lurk here. Anaxarete had offered their services even after stepping down and Draco wonders why he has to do this at all. Of course, he'd never presume to the pair or to Ana (that's what a healthy dose of fear will do to a fear creator) - but his mildly prim nature grows tired of the dust his constant walking accumulates.
When the Pangean King spots Heartfire disguised as Lilliana, at first he is not suspicious. He makes note of her positioning, thinking it odd she be so close to the border but not odd enough to stop her. Draco may find her stupid but he knows her to be smart enough to not try an escape. Besides, he has grown tired of scaring her, as he grows tired of most games he plays. They'll be interesting again once he finds a new target.
It suddenly strikes the demon, though, that the thoughts of this Lilliana are distinctly lacking . . . Lilliana. The tone, the wording, the thoughts themselves are all entirely off. He knows the exhausted chestnut wouldn't be spending her time doing circles in Pangea looking for the monster she had told Ghaul about. That was why his brother had flown to Nerine, was it not?
Draco pauses, hovering just within the shadow of a canyon, half of his face exposed in a flash of light. He thinks it strange, someone masquerading as a prisoner, and it pricks at his skin. So he lingers, suspicious and irritated, wondering if he'll actually have to intervene.
The demon is doing just that: unwittingly walking the invisible lines of Pangea, wondering if he'll stumble upon the aliens he knows still lurk here. Anaxarete had offered their services even after stepping down and Draco wonders why he has to do this at all. Of course, he'd never presume to the pair or to Ana (that's what a healthy dose of fear will do to a fear creator) - but his mildly prim nature grows tired of the dust his constant walking accumulates.
When the Pangean King spots Heartfire disguised as Lilliana, at first he is not suspicious. He makes note of her positioning, thinking it odd she be so close to the border but not odd enough to stop her. Draco may find her stupid but he knows her to be smart enough to not try an escape. Besides, he has grown tired of scaring her, as he grows tired of most games he plays. They'll be interesting again once he finds a new target.
It suddenly strikes the demon, though, that the thoughts of this Lilliana are distinctly lacking . . . Lilliana. The tone, the wording, the thoughts themselves are all entirely off. He knows the exhausted chestnut wouldn't be spending her time doing circles in Pangea looking for the monster she had told Ghaul about. That was why his brother had flown to Nerine, was it not?
Draco pauses, hovering just within the shadow of a canyon, half of his face exposed in a flash of light. He thinks it strange, someone masquerading as a prisoner, and it pricks at his skin. So he lingers, suspicious and irritated, wondering if he'll actually have to intervene.
hitch a ride on my violence