08.Jan.13, 01:09 AM
Good morning. Come to bathe?
Olemuth was far more friendly than his rider, swinging his head around to offer a bugled greeting to the pair. B'run shot him a look then followed his gaze, his enjoyment promptly disappearing and his face falling carefully blank. If he'd known that A'liran knew nothing about him, he'd be pleased. That was how he wanted it. To be forgotten about. That way no one could blame him or accuse him of anything. Safety was his concern. He hadn't expected anyone else to be here this early and that someone was threw off his plans.
So much for relaxing, He thought to himself, a frown worrying at his lips. When questioned, he gave a shake of his head, swimming until he reached the shore then standing with arms folded over his chest. He wished he'd worn a shirt. "Naw, you aren' intrudin'. Just scrubbin' Olemuth down 'fore he turns int' a brown." That resulted in Olemuth rising out of the water and crashing back down, sending a wave towards his rider and knocking him over, carrying him to the shore and A'liran. He settled at the man's feet, peering up at him. "I've got my hands full, eh?" A faint smile tugged at his lips.
He pushed himself up and turned back to shoot a glare at the dragon, whom was busying himself with moving farther away from his rider. B'run's motion exposed his back to A'liran and he was too focused on the retreating bronze to realize such. The man's back was a mess. Scars crisscrossed over his skin, giving him a striped look. It was something he normally kept covered.
"Oh no you don't..." He grumbled and began wading back into the water.
Olemuth was far more friendly than his rider, swinging his head around to offer a bugled greeting to the pair. B'run shot him a look then followed his gaze, his enjoyment promptly disappearing and his face falling carefully blank. If he'd known that A'liran knew nothing about him, he'd be pleased. That was how he wanted it. To be forgotten about. That way no one could blame him or accuse him of anything. Safety was his concern. He hadn't expected anyone else to be here this early and that someone was threw off his plans.
So much for relaxing, He thought to himself, a frown worrying at his lips. When questioned, he gave a shake of his head, swimming until he reached the shore then standing with arms folded over his chest. He wished he'd worn a shirt. "Naw, you aren' intrudin'. Just scrubbin' Olemuth down 'fore he turns int' a brown." That resulted in Olemuth rising out of the water and crashing back down, sending a wave towards his rider and knocking him over, carrying him to the shore and A'liran. He settled at the man's feet, peering up at him. "I've got my hands full, eh?" A faint smile tugged at his lips.
He pushed himself up and turned back to shoot a glare at the dragon, whom was busying himself with moving farther away from his rider. B'run's motion exposed his back to A'liran and he was too focused on the retreating bronze to realize such. The man's back was a mess. Scars crisscrossed over his skin, giving him a striped look. It was something he normally kept covered.
"Oh no you don't..." He grumbled and began wading back into the water.