11-15-2021, 07:41 AM
There burns within him a desire to retake the space that the dragon-shifter puts between them, to answer the silent threat of scales with a flash of white teeth. Malik had come here to hunt, after all, and there is no fear in his bicolored gaze when he meets the dragon’s narrowed eyes. No fear, but caution does linger in those bright eyes, not as sour as the dragon’s suspicion, but plenty strong enough to keep him from moving closer.
“It’s not for scales. It’s for shifting.” he answers, reading the danger in the brief flash of teeth. “I’ve got to fetch pieces of shifters.” Now his eyes do narrow, but in concentration. He does want to become a dragon, and one made of ice seems an especially ambitious goal. But this colt is young, and surely even as a dragon nearly-grown Malik should be able to beat him. It is not like this dragon is a member of the pack, after all. And Malik, thinking his parents the best warriors of the world, is certain that the boy’s training can’t have been better than his own.
And yet…
He is still a dragon, and the nearest Malik can come is an especially large and fire-streaked lizard.
As he considers this, the dragon-horse seems to have been thinking as well, for his shining teeth are revealed again, this time in a soft smile. Preparing for a fight, Malik is clearly taken aback by this change, and now it is his turn for his scowl to deepen.
“Just...Just like that?” He asks, the doubt in his voice revealing his uncertainty at the other’s sudden amicability. “Is there some sort of catch?” Stepping closer might make him an easier target for fire, Malik thinks, or perhaps the slashing claws of a quickly shifted wing.
@aldous
“It’s not for scales. It’s for shifting.” he answers, reading the danger in the brief flash of teeth. “I’ve got to fetch pieces of shifters.” Now his eyes do narrow, but in concentration. He does want to become a dragon, and one made of ice seems an especially ambitious goal. But this colt is young, and surely even as a dragon nearly-grown Malik should be able to beat him. It is not like this dragon is a member of the pack, after all. And Malik, thinking his parents the best warriors of the world, is certain that the boy’s training can’t have been better than his own.
And yet…
He is still a dragon, and the nearest Malik can come is an especially large and fire-streaked lizard.
As he considers this, the dragon-horse seems to have been thinking as well, for his shining teeth are revealed again, this time in a soft smile. Preparing for a fight, Malik is clearly taken aback by this change, and now it is his turn for his scowl to deepen.
“Just...Just like that?” He asks, the doubt in his voice revealing his uncertainty at the other’s sudden amicability. “Is there some sort of catch?” Stepping closer might make him an easier target for fire, Malik thinks, or perhaps the slashing claws of a quickly shifted wing.
@aldous