11-09-2018, 08:08 PM
"You're not going to be in trouble for coming out here? What if you get sick?" The concern sounds almost genuine, accentuated by the crease of worry across his pale forehead. The best acting usually has a seed of truth to it, but that is not the case for the kelpie. Fortunately, he does not need to wear the concern too long, because she is stepping closer without any effort on his part at all.
Ivar hunts through physical contact, so he does not even consider moving away when she comes nearer. He had not been hungry before, but to have a meal press itself so near without any effort on his part is enough to pique the appetite of the piebald creature. For a moment she is just standing nearer, and Ivar turns his head ever so slightly to the side, keeping her in his golden line of sight as Chryseis asks about his scales.
"For decoration." Ivar answers, but he smiles as he says it, and rolls his shoulder so that the weak winter sunlight shimmers on the sapphire blue, shining gold, and pearlescent white scales along it. Nearer to his elbow they are dark, black and without shine, a thick band of flame shaped scarring from his last encounter with another dragon.
"And protection, too, I suppose." he adds as she reaches out to touch the falsely sleek surface of his hide. "There are all sorts of dangers out under the waves." The kelpie is the real danger, of course, but there is plenty out in the sea to frighten a young girl. Sharks, squid, a hungry whale.
One month past, Ivar dragged an old mare below the river not twenty feet from this very spot. To the passersby it had looked innocent - a pair of aquatic creatures slipping below the churning surface. There are fewer witnesses this evening, but the kelpie knows better than to rouse suspicion.
While they touch, the hypnosis is constant and gentle, commands of curiosity that only serve to augment what she is already feeling, a wordless suggestion that she follow his every demand. "Why don't you have scales?" He asks, and there is still a touch of amusement in his voice.
@[Chryseis]
Ivar hunts through physical contact, so he does not even consider moving away when she comes nearer. He had not been hungry before, but to have a meal press itself so near without any effort on his part is enough to pique the appetite of the piebald creature. For a moment she is just standing nearer, and Ivar turns his head ever so slightly to the side, keeping her in his golden line of sight as Chryseis asks about his scales.
"For decoration." Ivar answers, but he smiles as he says it, and rolls his shoulder so that the weak winter sunlight shimmers on the sapphire blue, shining gold, and pearlescent white scales along it. Nearer to his elbow they are dark, black and without shine, a thick band of flame shaped scarring from his last encounter with another dragon.
"And protection, too, I suppose." he adds as she reaches out to touch the falsely sleek surface of his hide. "There are all sorts of dangers out under the waves." The kelpie is the real danger, of course, but there is plenty out in the sea to frighten a young girl. Sharks, squid, a hungry whale.
One month past, Ivar dragged an old mare below the river not twenty feet from this very spot. To the passersby it had looked innocent - a pair of aquatic creatures slipping below the churning surface. There are fewer witnesses this evening, but the kelpie knows better than to rouse suspicion.
While they touch, the hypnosis is constant and gentle, commands of curiosity that only serve to augment what she is already feeling, a wordless suggestion that she follow his every demand. "Why don't you have scales?" He asks, and there is still a touch of amusement in his voice.
@[Chryseis]