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25.Apr.13, 08:23 PM
One step. Two step. Three step. Red step. Blue step. Man, he was tired. His thoughts were mostly dis-coherent with the sleep deprivation. The door opened as Oahvakeen neared it, and he grinned at the idea that perhaps his anger had made the door flare open. Cool! Weird things happened when he got angry! He had magical powers!
Before he could think another thought, there in front of him, were two large nostrils, each individual one practically the size of his entire face. At least it seemed that way, because they were only a few inches from his face. Obviously, the dragon had opened the door from the other side. Since when could dragons open doors anyways? Didn't they lack opposable thumbs? Did they even need opposable thumbs? Who cared.
He heard laughter in his head. It was akin to the time he'd touched a dragon egg and it made a strange feeling in his head. But this was more unpleasant. He heard words that weren't uttered aloud, and a cruel, harsh, metallic laugh that seemed nightmarish and etheral in essence. Was he hallucinating? What the heck had just happened to him? He began to get carried away wondering the ins and outs of it when his brain simplified the problem, exhausted of his worrying: a dragon was talking to him. Yes, it was the first time he'd heard a dragon, and it probably wouldn't be the last.
But he had bigger things to worry about then the novelty of a voice in his head. Like the dragon. Oahvakeen wasn't the best with names and he hardly kept track of those sorts of things. All he knew was that it was a brown dragon, and probably S'kef's.
S'kef wanted him to turn around and talk like a man? He'd do just the opposite. Because he was petty, angry, tired, and hardly thinking straight. He hadn't won his physical fight with S'kef; hadn't even landed a single blow. And he was going to storm and pout and be as destructive as possible. Because he hadn't slept and everyone should suffer. And also because he was a raving lunatic at this stage.
"A man doesn't send his pet child to protect him! Everyone knows dragons can't harm humans. What, is your cute little dragon going to block my way?", he examined the doorway. There was no way through it, unless he could shrink himself by half. Yes, yes Tyrrisath was indeed blocking the doorway.
What if he just clawed through another wall by punching holes in it like he had the door? What if he punched a hole in S'kef's face!? No, no, he'd tried that a few times and it hadn't worked.
"Mooooove.", his tone was serious and cold as he stared down the dragon. He hadn't realized that he was beginning to curl a fist and raise it up. It was a threat. "You won't fight me but you send your dragon to do it for you? Dragons don't fight. They can't harm humans. You're just a big oversided doggie with a bluff. Well, I'm not the bluffing!", his grammar wavered as his emotions flared. He wasn't afraid. He didn't have the sense to be afraid.
Before he could think another thought, there in front of him, were two large nostrils, each individual one practically the size of his entire face. At least it seemed that way, because they were only a few inches from his face. Obviously, the dragon had opened the door from the other side. Since when could dragons open doors anyways? Didn't they lack opposable thumbs? Did they even need opposable thumbs? Who cared.
He heard laughter in his head. It was akin to the time he'd touched a dragon egg and it made a strange feeling in his head. But this was more unpleasant. He heard words that weren't uttered aloud, and a cruel, harsh, metallic laugh that seemed nightmarish and etheral in essence. Was he hallucinating? What the heck had just happened to him? He began to get carried away wondering the ins and outs of it when his brain simplified the problem, exhausted of his worrying: a dragon was talking to him. Yes, it was the first time he'd heard a dragon, and it probably wouldn't be the last.
But he had bigger things to worry about then the novelty of a voice in his head. Like the dragon. Oahvakeen wasn't the best with names and he hardly kept track of those sorts of things. All he knew was that it was a brown dragon, and probably S'kef's.
S'kef wanted him to turn around and talk like a man? He'd do just the opposite. Because he was petty, angry, tired, and hardly thinking straight. He hadn't won his physical fight with S'kef; hadn't even landed a single blow. And he was going to storm and pout and be as destructive as possible. Because he hadn't slept and everyone should suffer. And also because he was a raving lunatic at this stage.
"A man doesn't send his pet child to protect him! Everyone knows dragons can't harm humans. What, is your cute little dragon going to block my way?", he examined the doorway. There was no way through it, unless he could shrink himself by half. Yes, yes Tyrrisath was indeed blocking the doorway.
What if he just clawed through another wall by punching holes in it like he had the door? What if he punched a hole in S'kef's face!? No, no, he'd tried that a few times and it hadn't worked.
"Mooooove.", his tone was serious and cold as he stared down the dragon. He hadn't realized that he was beginning to curl a fist and raise it up. It was a threat. "You won't fight me but you send your dragon to do it for you? Dragons don't fight. They can't harm humans. You're just a big oversided doggie with a bluff. Well, I'm not the bluffing!", his grammar wavered as his emotions flared. He wasn't afraid. He didn't have the sense to be afraid.
