[OPEN] march log

[bloodwit]

Who: viren & you!
When: mid-march, eostre fesival
Where: various places!!
What: dragon viren and obviously being the life of parties
Warnings: none for now!

i

[ there's an undead lizard? a wet, feral cat? blocking the path. taking a closer look at this thing, it's a bit hideous. at least, compared to its fellow dragons. its scales look mottled, patches of dark purples and blacks streaking through its coat, and its tail spiny and serpentine. its wings are equipped with unpleasant hooks, the wings' fingers elongated and sharp, their leather worn with holes. not even its fur manages a consistent lack of color. ]

[ but if familiar with the signs — it almost could look like it's cwyld-infected. it receives anxious glances from passerby, others nimbly giving it a healthy berth. it may be the size of a cat, but it does, apparently, have an innate skill in keeping people out of its path. that, and its lower half remains coated with mud, brought on by an recent heavy rain. ]

[ when the dragon appears to recognize someone, its pitch eyes grow wide. it trots near, leaving muddy tracks in its wake. ]

Excuse me. [ ... ah, it's a deep voice. the dragon sits, its head slightly bowed. if one can read dragonic expressions, it looks -- very reluctantly humbled, even if its tone remains lofty. its claws sink into the ground. ] I need your assistance.

ii.

[ his shifting, and the rains, eventually take their toll on viren; it's a fairly miserable existence he's been made to live this week, forced into a form that, while he's beginning to grow accustomed to it, he might also resent.  ]

[ when the weather's beaming with brightness again, he crawls to a sunny patch of earth. one may spot a small dragon curled up into a tight ball, its snout tucked beneath a paw -- he can be found in some grass of someone's backyard, in gardens, perhaps even snoozing on a secluded bench. ]

iii.

[ viren doesn't think he needs a reprieve (certainly not!) from anything earlier in the month, but the crowds of eostre draw his attention regardless. even if it would typically be something much too noisy for his tastes, dragonic instincts win out, as they're prone to do—

and so he's found himself there some early evening, a cup of that sweet liquor in hand. perhaps consciously compensating for the disarray of the last few weeks, he's dressed neatly, pulling out some of his better clothes for the festivities. unfortunately, even if he isn't the main target (just a target), someone thinks to dump a flower crown atop his head. with the shape of his horns, it's almost like a fun (and very high stakes!) ring toss. a few petals fall to shoulders, some floating onto the surface of his drink. ]

[ with a heavy sigh, aggrieved as he is, viren plucks it from atop his head. he turns to someone near, ]

Would you like this?

[ or else, what with his accompanying gesture, it might get tossed to the bushes. ]

v. wildcard
( hmu w/ whatever — i'm at kirbies if you'd like to plot! )

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II

[hippocarnival]

[A spiky lump of purple doesn't exactly blend in, so of course Yuya slows to a stop long enough to decipher it's a dragon. A small one--a baby?

Yuya glances around expectantly for--some parent, finding no one else around to claim it. So he creeps closer, leaning over to try and peer at the little dragon and see how okay it is.]

Hey, there. [He starts softly, trying not to scare him.] Are you all alone?

[bloodwit]

[ the ... baby, appears to barely register the words, soft as they are and how deeply it sleeps. at this proximity, yuya can likely note its chest rising and falling, its tail and legs muddied. its been an irritatingly long day for it! ]

[ it begins to rouse, though; though it doesn't yet open its eyes, its head lifts, one of its legs shakily stretching forward. ]

[hippocarnival]

[That's right, a baby.

A baby that's probably a person, so at least Yuya's not immediately manhandling Viren like he would a kitten. He circles around the bench so he's in front of Viren, to be less surprising, leaning over with his hands on his knees. He'll at least wait for him to open his eyes before trying to get answers out of him.]

[bloodwit]

[ the dragon gives a shake of his head, clearing some of his drowsiness. he eyes blearily blink open, the world slow to come into focus again after such a thorough nap. ]

[ ... ah. even if the head of distinctive green-and-red hair is familiar, he leans back, not having expected another to be present. (if he reflected on his surrounding more, yes, he is at a bench, this isn't shocking).

after a pause, ]

... Yuya?

[ gee, baby sure does have a deep, masculine voice. ]

[hippocarnival]

[That is a very deep voice for a baby.

More importantly--] Uh, that's right. You know me?

[One of the refugees, maybe?]

[bloodwit]

Yes...?

[ why does that sounds like a question, he didn't mean for it to come out sounding like a question. really, there isn't any way he should expect others to recognize him like this — not even his coloration would appear similar. ]

It's Viren. [ pause. and like this is intended to mean anything (he must still be half-asleep): ] Lord Viren, of Katolis.

[hippocarnival]

[I don't think Yuya even knew Viren was a lord but, luckily, he only knows one Viren anyway.]

Viren?! [He recoils with surprise.] Wh--what happened to you?!

[bloodwit]

[ viren stares back at yuya, eyes widening at the response, glancing off to the side as he scrambles for an appropriate reply (perhaps it's flattering, in a way, that this tiny, grotesque form should now be so alarming when connected with his identity). ]

I— [ well. ] I had to expend some energy. And that, in combination with the rains... made it impossible to keep my human form.

[ the dragons mouth presses into what must be a frown, its fangs particularly protuberant. almost defensively, ]

That happens with the dragons here.

[hippocarnival]

But... you're so small. [He leans forward again. He is small for an adult dragon, isn't he?] I thought you were a lost kid or something.

[bloodwit]

[ viren huffs, a tiny fire igniting within his throat. considering he looks to weigh about eight pounds right now, it's about the size of a cigarette lighter's flame (nor nothing he intends to spook yuya, but he is irritable at the comparison). ]

Now, you know. I am no lost child...

[ his head lowers. ]

Perhaps, sometime, I will show you my larger form.

[hippocarnival]

[Aw... the tiny flame of irritability just makes him look cuter, in an ugly cat kind of way. Probably not the impression he's going for but Yuya smiles regardless.] Yeah? How big are you normally?

[bloodwit]

I hear that dragons here, on all fours, can become up to twelve, thirteen feel tall...

[ size of bull elephants, allegedly. there's a small smile that accompanies this statement. alas, it's an expression that dwindles back into something more stern, ]

Sizable, yes, but hardly something to compare to the archdragons of my world, which can grow upwards of fifty feet. ... Those are truly fearsome, awe-inspiring creatures.

[ more akin to the dragons of that dream, really. ]

[hippocarnival]

[The size you'd imagine a dragon in stories... though it's very easy for Yuya to visualize twelve feet. Most dragon monster holograms are about that size.]

Yeah, but I was asking about you. [Go on, Viren, admit what your real dragon size is. Is it usually this?]

[bloodwit]

[ wow. how dare u, yuya. ]

I've reached ten feet tall, thus far. [ he scowls. more straightforwardly: ] This is what's happened to me, now that I've expended so much energy occupying that form.

This is temporary.

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya grins, circling around to sit on the bench by Viren.] And you can't change back to looking a little less dragon... because being a full dragon is your natural shape now?

[A full tiny dragon, but Yuya won't draw out that he has to expend energy to be remotely normal-sized.]

[bloodwit]

[ oh. oh. after having stared ahead a few seconds, he then cuts a wide-eyed look at yuya, any traces of a scowl completed wiped from his features; the answer to that (what he thinks could be the answer, anyway) has resulted in a horrifying dawning on viren. ]

I ...

[ at the end of the day: if one has expended all their energy and turns into a cockroach, if only to conserve energy, does that make them a cockroach? is his natural form really an ugly, tiny dragon now? ]

—No! My natural shape is human. [ a denial he needs to assert. but that's not right, either: ] Humanoid, here.

[ he was not ready for this. ]

I could turn back to my normal self, now.

[hippocarnival]

Oh. [Yuya stares back, blankly, taking that at face value.] So... you want to be a tiny dragon right now?

[Weird flex but ok.]

[bloodwit]

No.

[ viren shuffles his paws, his shoulders hunching. but after debating a moment, since he's awoken from his impromptu sleep and should be more energized now (and, thus capable of assuming his human form...), he stands on the bench. ]

[ then he hops off of it. ]

I don't have my.. clothing. [ his lordly decency is at stake. his tail twitches. this is getting worse and worse. ] I can't change here.

[hippocarnival]

[Anything but his lordly decency.] Oh. Yeah, I guess it'd make sense your clothes don't transform with you?

[The one time he was physically altered into another form, his just ripped.]

[bloodwit]

They don't. From what I knew, I wasn't going to take the chance of them ripping off of me.

[ he appreciates clothes, generally. then he sighs; he's a sigher, this one. after looking down the path ahead, he glances back to yuya. ]

I should work on changing back, then. If that will be all...?

[hippocarnival]

[Honestly, it doesn't help the impression that Viren deep down wanted to be a tiny dragon, and it's just too embarrassing to admit. Which, fair.]

Mm, I don't need anything. [He waves.] Take care!