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18.Feb.13, 04:02 AM
You're going to get sick N'kal, Torath rumbled at him from afar, curled up with a couple of other dragons. His voice was calm as usual, if not slightly annoyed. N'kal had been increasingly grumpy of late and even though he tried, Torath didn't seem to be able to get him out of it. He knew at this point it was something he would need to work out on his own, and Torath was not happy about that at all.
'I'll be fine, You know I don't get sick.', N'kal answered in his usual gruff tone, but for Torath it was said a bit more gently. Even though he would have snapped anyone else's head off that day for saying the same, Torath loved him and wanted him to be safe, that was all. He could feel Torath's unease and did his best to sooth him, though he had been damn near inconsolable himself lately, so he didn't know how well he was at soothing him.
He had no idea how long he had been outside, thoughts rolling around in his head, clothes soaked clear through, skin pruning from the rain. He had been sitting outside his hut so long he had started to get cold and hungry, yet still had not been bothered enough to get up. He had felt Torath stir from his slumber and wondered briefly what had been going on, but hadn't bothered to ask. It wasn't until a short time later that he looked up though hair that was clinging to his face and saw a kid walking through the huts and had absently come his way. It was still raining but not pouring so he could see the kid clear enough when he got closer. He was young, soaked clear through like him, and appeared a bit ragged. He also noticed two taller shadows creeping from between two huts, following the kid. Torath saw them too and had apparently been following them.
He heard Torath growl in his mind and saw his shadow go overheard. N'kal gave a growl of his own and stood up, looking like an over grown shaggy beast himself. The two older kids, or he assumed were kids, noticed him when he stood and severely took notice when Torath dropped to the ground beside him. Torath let out a deep growl and the pair of stalkers took off running as fast as they could in the other direction. N'kal grunted and turned around, patted Torath's side, and was going to head for the warmth of his hut when Torath swung his head around and stopped him. The boy is bleeding...I can smell it. N'kal gave another grunt and moved around Torath and called out. "'Hey kid! You hurt?", his voice was rough and as unfriendly sounding as could be, so much so that Torath scolded him, absolutely tired of his behavior.
That is just a wonderful greeting to someone who is hurt, wet, and probably tired of being bullied! So be nicer, it's not his fault your sulking in the rain! It was very rare that Torath snapped at him or raised his voice at all so it took N'kal by surprise for a moment before he hung his head a bit. He grumbled a bit and sighed. 'I'm sorry...I am being an ass aren't I.' He raised a hand and waved the kid over. "C'mon kid, come get out of the rain, we ain't goin' to hurt ya.", he said, much nicer then he had before, though it was still a far cry from cheerful and welcoming.
Torath gave a bit of a bugle in welcome and turned himself a bit and extended one wing so that N'kal was actually out of the rain, a nice welcome drier spot for anyone really! So, N'kal stood there dripping, waiting to see if the kid would accept the invite from them or not.
'I'll be fine, You know I don't get sick.', N'kal answered in his usual gruff tone, but for Torath it was said a bit more gently. Even though he would have snapped anyone else's head off that day for saying the same, Torath loved him and wanted him to be safe, that was all. He could feel Torath's unease and did his best to sooth him, though he had been damn near inconsolable himself lately, so he didn't know how well he was at soothing him.
He had no idea how long he had been outside, thoughts rolling around in his head, clothes soaked clear through, skin pruning from the rain. He had been sitting outside his hut so long he had started to get cold and hungry, yet still had not been bothered enough to get up. He had felt Torath stir from his slumber and wondered briefly what had been going on, but hadn't bothered to ask. It wasn't until a short time later that he looked up though hair that was clinging to his face and saw a kid walking through the huts and had absently come his way. It was still raining but not pouring so he could see the kid clear enough when he got closer. He was young, soaked clear through like him, and appeared a bit ragged. He also noticed two taller shadows creeping from between two huts, following the kid. Torath saw them too and had apparently been following them.
He heard Torath growl in his mind and saw his shadow go overheard. N'kal gave a growl of his own and stood up, looking like an over grown shaggy beast himself. The two older kids, or he assumed were kids, noticed him when he stood and severely took notice when Torath dropped to the ground beside him. Torath let out a deep growl and the pair of stalkers took off running as fast as they could in the other direction. N'kal grunted and turned around, patted Torath's side, and was going to head for the warmth of his hut when Torath swung his head around and stopped him. The boy is bleeding...I can smell it. N'kal gave another grunt and moved around Torath and called out. "'Hey kid! You hurt?", his voice was rough and as unfriendly sounding as could be, so much so that Torath scolded him, absolutely tired of his behavior.
That is just a wonderful greeting to someone who is hurt, wet, and probably tired of being bullied! So be nicer, it's not his fault your sulking in the rain! It was very rare that Torath snapped at him or raised his voice at all so it took N'kal by surprise for a moment before he hung his head a bit. He grumbled a bit and sighed. 'I'm sorry...I am being an ass aren't I.' He raised a hand and waved the kid over. "C'mon kid, come get out of the rain, we ain't goin' to hurt ya.", he said, much nicer then he had before, though it was still a far cry from cheerful and welcoming.
Torath gave a bit of a bugle in welcome and turned himself a bit and extended one wing so that N'kal was actually out of the rain, a nice welcome drier spot for anyone really! So, N'kal stood there dripping, waiting to see if the kid would accept the invite from them or not.
