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 Dragon [SEE] Dragon [DO], Tag: Sam/Alex
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 Posted: Oct 17 2017, 09:40 PM
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It wasn’t often she spent a lot of time in the animated realm, her heart belonging to the free world where she was safe from the knights who wanted nothing more than to see her dead. But there was something about her true home that she couldn’t abandon, something deep down that made her feel guilty if she didn’t come by to help those who risked their lives fighting against it. The new world… was just that. New. Like a new treasure, tucked safely in her room in Haven, it was bright and shiny. There were things she never knew existed about it, and it made her all the more excited as something else caught her eye. It was natural to want to be somewhere bright and exciting, but more importantly, safe. It was easy to hide and explore and live like she never had been able to before. But she couldn’t just turn her back on the world that had been her beginning. Not when so many countless people and creatures were falling victim to a darkness not unlike something she was used to after being caged for so long. If she could save just one soul… it would make it all worth it.

The first few times she had stayed at the resistance encampment she had been hesitant, shy and scared of what might happen. She was the last of her kind, on the verge of complete extinction. She had spent her earliest years being told by the ancients to never reveal her true form to humans… for they were greedy and dark and only would want to hurt her. Shifting to her dragon form had been out of sheer necessity, hiding her identity as best she could until the familiar faces could be trusted… though somewhere deep down she still felt the flutter of anxiousness as she used her precious stone to aid in the transformation, long nails even as a small, childlike human, clutching dangerously tight for fear it might be taken from her as it once was those years ago. Old habits died hard, the humans said in their odd world, and hers were centuries old. It became easier though, slowly learning to trust these people as she trusted her dear friends who she had yet to even find. She would never truly let herself go, the part of her refusing to be another caged victim burning strong within her small chest, but it wasn’t as difficult to relax… Or rather, relax as best as one could in a world enveloped in turmoil.

Bright blue eyes caught the sight of a looming shadow as she surveyed the encampment, initially looking for someone she could help. She wasn’t as much of a fighter as she liked to think herself, and those missions were dangerous… her own recklessness having already been proven when she sought out trouble on her own in order to help, but it was easy for her to do other things. Look for food or supplies… scout the skies for danger or seek out cleared paths to travel. But instead of spotting the member about to head out on a scouting trip and offering to escort, if only for the company… or the others who were organizing supplies and taking inventory… she caught sight of the foreboding form looming atop a nearby hill—looking down with a watchful eye (or so she believed). She had seen him before around the encampment, though not as often due to her own absence, and had hardly spoken a word to him save for an introduction. He was large and intimidating, much like the ancients who watched over and protected her nest… he commanded respect. Yet, there was a point when her respect had to give way to curiosity. And that day… that day was today.

Donning a determined look, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she watched him for a few long moments, she nodded to herself. Grabbing at the wire wrapped orb hanging from her leather belts, long nails curling around the stone with a tight knuckled grip. Wild blonde hair gave way to dark green scales, her body shifting from a young childs’ to that of a dragon in a matter of moments. The aftershock of pain ebbed as she gathered her composure, stretching her wings wide and preparing for flight. Kicking off the ground with a powerful jolt, she took to the skies—the wind against her face and through her wings comforting as she soared the short distance to the hill.

Landing a short distance away from the larger dragon, the shifter looked up to him with admiration. Bright eyes watched him, unassumingly, trying to be uninterested but unable to hide it in her body. She was anxious… her bottom wiggling in her spot as she waited until it felt right to make a short move further up the hill. She wasn’t stealthy, though she certainly wasn’t trying. If he was anything like the elders she knew, he had already seen her coming… but it was a matter of respect that had her making slow strides up to him, most of the time unable to hide her enthusiasm either in the gurgle of a purr in her throat or the way her body wiggled until she was close enough to be sitting next to him. Silence was comfortably between them as she situated herself next to him, pretending awkwardly like she wasn’t as interested as her body betrayed—eyes moving to look to him, then quickly away back down toward the encampment. Until finally, with enough silence that she couldn’t continue to contain herself, she looked up to him.

“Whatcha doinnnnnn?!” she chirped, her voice still childish with a naïve innocence but almost otherworldly sound as it emanated from her rather than coming from her maw. She cocked her head innocent up at the larger dragon, as much of a smile as she could muster with bright fanged teeth showing through. “Is this what big dragons do! Can I do it with you!?” she chirped again, wide eyed innocence radiating from her smaller, more lethe form.


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Alex tried not to make his dislike for the other world so obvious. His own feelings about bustling San Francisco, and the magic that pressed him into a human body were unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Maire's curse didn't work there, the wizard who'd trapped her in the tower could not find them there, and he could be by her side. If he had to live with a little discomfort and ride out a few scattered panic attacks, then he'd do just that. He was sure that with time the sensation of being trapped within his own skin would wane and he'd grow used to being human. Until then the portal was still an option for him. In those rare moments when he was alone; crossing to stretch his wings and be his proper size was almost like a treat. There was something strangely refreshing about hearing his joints pop, and feeling his wings stretch up into the sky. He creaked like a dragon ten times his age, but it was nothing a few stretches and a short flight couldn't fix.

Most of his time when he crossed he'd stretch, and then fly aimlessly around the site of the portal. Not really interested, or looking for anything to pass the time. Not to say that he did absolutely nothing when he crossed over either. Sometimes he searched for magic books, things he hoped would teach him the level of magic required to free Maire from her curse. Other times he'd watch over the resistance from a distance, curious at humanities capacity for hope and perseverance. Especially in the face of something as all-encompassing and destructive as the Darkness was proving to be. His first few encounters with the fighters they'd thought him a threat, now they mostly left him to his own devices. He helped when he could, delivered supplies or fought creatures that got too close. He might not have had much care for people, but this was his world as well as theirs and he'd grown to appreciate people over the years. Enough that he didn't mind spending hours watching over their camp from a hill top, or even letting a chosen few ride on his back.

What would the others of his kind think at that?

They were a proud race. Their pride the main reason they rarely changed their shape to anything other than what they were, even thought they could. Or why they preferred to keep to themselves the older they grew. Time making them realize that humans were short lived and rarely worth the curiosity afforded to them by hatchlings. They certainly looked the part when you flew overhead and saw them as little more than ants. Black dots moving chaotically between a collection of tents and hastily constructed buildings. A stark contrast to what they actually were when you watched from somewhere as close as a hill. People with lives, people who were brave and strong in their own right.

Shifting his body to rest a little more in the changing sunlight, Alex took in the people before returning his gaze to the surrounding land. Keen eyes scanning between trees and through clear skies, seeking out anything that might pose a threat to this otherwise peaceful day. Tail lashing absently behind him, only his eyes moved to take in her approach. The rest of him remained still and otherwise focused on his surroundings. He'd seen her around the camps but it was her scent that was familiar. An odd mixture that was dragon...and yet not quite, or at the very least not like him. She wasn't the first dragon he'd met who was different. There were some that were small, with human riders, and others that had been tainted by the darkness into mindless beasts. Each of them carried their own distinct scents. Strong enough to be familiar, and yet different enough that they caused an ache of homesickness in his chest. While males of his species tended to remain alone for a good chunk of their lives, it didn't mean that they were ever truly alone. Not to the extent he was now anyway.

Her voice snapped him from his reverie, and his head finally turned to really look at her. Something that might have been a chuckle of amusement, rumbled through him. Strong enough to make lose stones on the hill surrounding them quiver.

"You sure?" Neck dropping slightly, bringing his head down to her level. "Considering I'm just watching, it might actually be very very boring." When he shrugged it was more of a full body shift; his wings moved before resettling at his sides, front legs tucking a little more firmly beneath his body. His tail lashing lazily from side to side before settling back down again. Cat-like in a lot of ways, "Us big dragons are known for being rather dull."

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She hadn’t found her place in the world yet… and it was a fact that she more often than not ignored. It was easier to pretend that everything was okay and that she had somehow fit in than to acknowledge that she just didn’t fit. To remember that she was more of a soggy puzzle piece whose puzzle was lost in the world, and no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t make herself fit anywhere else. No one else’s puzzle had room for her… could fit her in because they already had all their pieces.

It hadn’t always been that way… there had been a time in her life when she wasn’t a misfit, surrounded by people just like her. There had been a time when her pieces weren’t lost or destroyed by a vicious bloodbath, a time when she was surrounded by creatures like herself. People who understood what she was, and could help raise her and reach her highest potential. But those days were long gone—their ashes in the ground and the memory of their existence fading away in the wind. Who knew how long it would be until the days of shifters were forgotten and her kind ceased to exist even in myth or legend. How long until she ceased to exist… lost in world—straddling the line between human and dragon—unable to find herself?

No matter how hard she tried one foot would always be on the side of the humans, and the other with her dragon kin. She was neither man nor beast but a half breed. And in this world, there was no room for that. The people who inhabited her home made that abundantly clear, her species all but completely eradicated. She could masquerade all she wanted, but the facts would always remain. She would never be one of them. She had never been taught how to be one of them. She had only known the life of a hatchling, human until she found her powerstone—but still she wasn’t human. She didn’t know their life… how to act or be part of it. Social standards and traditions. But she hadn’t yet been taught how to be a dragon, how to do whatever it was dragons did (like boredly loom over encampments). She tried to learn, she had Haven show her how to human just to fit in—but still she stuck out—and Stormfly and the other kin had tried to as well… but it wasn’t right. And it never would be, because she would always be half and half… not quite whole. But she would never stop trying.

This was her chance to meet with an ancient! To speak and learn from one who knew what it was to be truly dragon. The ancients were always wise, and she could only hope he would impart some of his wisdom on her, show her… teach her… what it was a dragon should do. She had her own ideas, poorly conceived notions of a hatchling who had been taken from her kin, too young to know her place in the world. The other dragons she had met had done their best to show her the reins—which was funny since some of them had human riders—but there was only so much she could take away from it. This dragon, all powerful and mighty, was different. A new chance! A new opportunity! And for once she couldn’t pass it up.

Her head cocked to the side with an innocent naivety as the larger one questioned if she truly wanted to join him. Of course, she didn’t quite know how to respond—large eyes blinking at him as he resituated on the hill. Slowly her gaze looked back down to the encampment she had just left from, watching from the distance as the resistance went about their daily lives. Some were preparing to go out—there had been word of a scouting party looking for supplies that she had momentarily thought about joining, until she decided it a better idea to join the dragon. Looking back to the looming figure with question in her eyes, Lyniyah brought herself to her hind legs, her wings spread out to keep her balance as she leaned a large clawed paw against his rough scales.

“Why?” she chirped enthusiastically, no doubt the beginning of a long stream of questions that would have no answer and only do to annoy the larger male. She would say she didn’t know any better, that it was her innate curiosity that had her questioning his actions and not a desire to somehow demand attention and annoy him—but the acknowledgement of an ancient had her excited. Lyn pulled herself away from him, laying on the hill and rolling over playfully as if to instigate a play match of sorts, but quickly rolled back to her feet—shaking strands of grass that had gotten under her scales away. “Why are big dragons so boring!” she asked, blinking wide-eyed, her tail whipping back and forth much like his had, but quicker and with less power due in fact by the sheer size different between them. She might have been a large dragon to a human, but in comparison she was just as she should be—small like a hatchling. “Don’t you big dragons ever get bored of watching!” she chirped hunching down much like kitten about to pounce on the imaginary red dot. “Do big dragons ever play games! I don’t know if I would like being a big dragon if we don’t play games. When do big dragons get boring?”


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He hadn't seen or been around hatchlings of any age since he'd been one himself. Their kind had always grown out of that stage rather quickly; entering the world after two or three centuries spent in the nest. Even then males weren't allowed anywhere near the caverns they'd called home in their first few years of life. A unnecessary precaution, but one taken as much out of the possibility of danger as it was out of ritual. Even if no dragon would ever dream of hurting another, especially not a nest, it was better to be safe than sorry. Even if it left him at a disadvantage in his current predicament. He had no idea how to act around anyone who acted so young, and doubted he'd have the patience to handle her were it not for the years he'd spent getting used to Maire's boundless energy. Even then he behaved much as a grumpy older cat might in the presence of a young kitten. That almost disinterested level of patience as whatever mental dam finally broke and the questions came flooding out.

At first he almost looked like he wasn't going to answer. His head lifted and turned to look at her, amber tinted eyes blinking slowly in her direction. Why was it that curiosity seemed so tangled with high energy in almost everyone he met? To think that once upon a time he'd been the sort of dragon that kept very much to himself. Flying in only the most remote parts of the world and avoiding even the other members of his own species. He'd met people in his journeys of course; men and women, and other dragons. Had spent enough time among them to have gathered a collection of forty or so names to add to his own out of respect. Yet he'd always moved on sooner rather than later and was more prone to hide in deep mountain caves high up and away from any civilization than he was to join it. It had made the wizard's trickery all that much more annoying in the early days of guarding Maire's tower. He'd wanted nothing to do with the princess he was meant to watch and yearned to be free to go where he pleased. To ignore people and be by himself as he was used to being. Yet she'd warn away at him until he'd come to almost prefer the company of others. Enough that even when he crossed through the portal and could just as easily find some corner of this world that had been destroyed and abandoned to get peace. He ended up staying here instead. Close enough that people, and others like her could come to him if they were brave enough.

Sighing, the large dragon made another shrug. The low rumble in his chest the closest he'd come to laughing in this form. "Why indeed." Not that there was a particular year he could remember when he'd become 'boring.' He was almost certain he'd always been this way, even as a hatchling. Keeping to himself at the edges of the nest while all his brood mates had played and pretended to hunt each other in its center.

Lowering his head, and his voice. "Between you and me, I think it's because we're just too big. We get lazy." A slow nod of his head as though this was steeped in ancient fact and a solid truth. Even if he had no ideas himself. He knew that the oldest of their kind would grow so still as they got larger, becoming almost like mountains in sheer size and immobility. Only waking when the dragons needed their guidance or to watch some great worldly event take place. He'd never seen any of these dragons personally himself so for all he knew they could be myths and stories. Tales told to hatchlings so that they had something to believe in much like humans had their Gods.

He really hoped he never got bored of watching, seeing as that seemed to be the only thing he was good at...but he kept that thought to himself. "Never." He said with a shake, and feigned seriousness. "You get big and then you get so boring that doing nothing is fun. It's very tragic." A huff of steam flared out, "Luckily...I can also make myself small again for a little while. It cancels all that out." One of the first spells his species learned was to change size. To become as small as a rat or as large as a castle depending on necessity. An extension of their ability to change shape and become human or some other beast if they saw fit, and one they found easier to use without damaging their pride by becoming something that was decidedly not a dragon. It was almost strange how being a human felt constricting and unpleasant, but shrinking himself down to the size of a small rodent felt fine so long as he had his wings and his tail still.

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Wide eyes blinked up to the larger being beside her, eating his words like they were law. She had met her fair share of different dragons in her time with the resistance alone, as well, some of the monsters she had come face to face with—or rather, maw to maw—that were empty and cold from the darkness within them, but this was different. While she understood they were different in more ways than sheer size—he still appeared the closest to an ancient that she had seen in the past 500 some odd years of her life. In a sense, it made her feel closer to home, closer to her brethren who she hardly had a chance to know before they were all killed. She had never had much of a chance to speak to any of them, learn from them what it was to be a shifter… she had never had a chance to grow up like she should… and this in some sad, small way, seemed to make it feel better.

There was no way of telling how old this dragon was and how many centuries of wisdom he could possibly impart on her, but the sheer size of his being was enough to convince her he was worth a listen to… even if he was a boring old dragon who didn’t know how to have fun anymore. And in that respect, she felt herself grow a bit more excited. She had been ripped from her home too early to know what she was and the history of her kind. That much would never change no matter how much he spoke to her of the ways of the dragon. She was the remaining soul of her kind and would have to create a new future… taking all that she could get to forge that path. His words, years of wisdom and experience, would help her find a way to create a future that she could have… a future where she was strong and mighty and powerful like he was… and in return for such insight… she would show him what it was to be young again.

There was no changing her mind in that moment as she listened to him, enthralled and amused just as much as she was bored just sitting there. She couldn’t possibly imagine a life without games and fun, just sitting on hill tops watching as life passed you by. She thought maybe for a minute it wasn’t so much based on size, though admittedly it had to be hard to play when there was no one your size to match you, but maybe on the immortality. There was only so much time you could spend watching as years passed and lives faded and you remained frozen… It had been heartbreaking to watch as her king, her only friend aged in front of her as she kept her youthful appearance, her age only seen in her bright eyes. He had been the only one who had showed her kindness and watching him slowly wither away, especially as disease and age claimed him body and soul… had been heart wrenching. She had never thought she would feel love for a human, for the people who had murdered her kin and tortured her in more ways than she could count, but she had… And seeing him die had been more difficult than she could imagine, even if in his death she was given her freedom. It was sobering to think about, her excitement mellowed in those moments as she watched the forms of the team starting to move out on their mission. How many lives had he loved and lost due to time?

A gently claw rested on his massive one as she moved to gather his attention, though she said nothing to let on about her thoughts, silently comforting what she assumed was a damaged heart in the only way she could so innocently think of. She was so small in comparison that she had to strain trying to meet his gaze, but it didn’t deter her. His words only further went on to explain her own person deduction of the true reason he was “lazy”. If he had the ability to change his size then surely it wasn’t a lack of playmates that had caused him to lose his ability, but a choice he made consciously instead. She sighed inwardly, removing her claw and reclaiming her easy, trusting position, rolling in the grass almost as if trying to scratch an itch under her thick hide.

“Nah… I don’t think that’s it.” she boldly exclaimed matter-of-factly, finding it easier to look up at him from her position rolling on her back. Her expression was hard to read, but could only be described as a smile as she bared her fangs in a non-threatening manner, her head cocked as if to pose the ancient a silent question. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she paused, giving him a moment to ponder her words before she haphazardly ran into an explanation that only a hatchling could come up with. “If you can change your size then you just debunked your own excuse.” she chided with ease, an ethereal giggle emanating from her throat. Rolling back on to all fours, she spread her wings and kicked off from the ground, launching in the air with a large spray of grass following. Soaring around the larger dragon with light-hearted ease, she stopped in front of him, stalling in the air and using he currents to keep her up. “I think you just got lonely and had no one to play with and forgot.” she teased, though her words were light and kind. “Go smaller and come play with me sour-scales.” she continued to tease playfully. She had come seeking advice from an ancient… how quickly things change.


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