[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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[bloodwit]

[ if eren can read dragonic expressions, viren might look pleasantly surprised to see the other man. if — embarrassed, but trying not to show that he feels humiliated by all of this. it's a difficult balancing act to achieve. ]

[ spoken reluctantly, giving a short nod as he peers upward (even if he's bent to scrutinize, eren is still much too tall), ]

Yes...

[ he adjusts his posture to sit straighter, even if keeping from dipping his head is effortful. his shoulders hunch, and his lip curls jus slightly. ]

Something you've also experienced then [ obviously, he would add-- eren's been around the dragon block in terms of experience, what at least seems like much longer ], I would gather.

[usurpers]

[ aye, he could read them just like a human’s more expressive ups and downs. might come with being a lizard, himself. he’s just sorry for his height. ]

When winter came. [ he had less control of how much his energy dropped and led him to a tiny chicken-sized runt. ] It might be a different trigger for all of us.

[ or maybe a nice mix of both. he holds his hands out, with his talons curved inward for safety measures, and behind him slithers his tail into a leisurely, slow, slow wave of its pin needle tip. tongue bleps. lizard to lizard interaction. can’t quite help it when he hasn’t the smallest reason to be territorial. ]

The edge of the Wilde might be a safer spot. If you want a better chance at your usual height, [ a gesture ] you might want to bide your energy.

[ his shoulder is free for hitchhikes. ]

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[ that's a big mood as to height ]

I have been there, to test my capabilities.

[ and waste a lot of energy, stupidly, in becoming a big boy! viren stares at the proffered hands a long moment, glancing between them and eren's face. he is debating; he's reacted poorly to others scooping him up, or offers of behind carried.

he puts a dirty paw into one of the hands, stepping into it. but then he spies something just behind eren, something that glints in the light. immediately his pupils, difficult as they are to discern with how dark his eyes have become, lock onto it. what is that? a scale? ]

Eren!

[ he gasps. ]

You're leaving things behind you.

[usurpers]

[ up you go. it’s all right if it’s a consensual pick-up, and eren is sure to keep it as professional as possible, at most just guiding him to his shoulders and leaving it at that. ah—

turning head to look over his shoulder, he does catch the scales, all of them, scattered little plates of black, sometimes red or orange, that he stretches his talons to pick up, shard by shard. his tail, when he inspects closely, is peeling off where it has dragging friction with the ground. plenty or loose, and he scratches at just a few to clip the older ones off if they do easily pop off. if there’s still resistance, it’s hurt like a tooth. he leaves those. ]

I’m shedding. Happens every month after winter. [ it dawns on him that he’s been here a whole year enough to know that. going back and forth from home and aging more than four, but, wow. ] If it happens with you, you could sell them, or make tools out of them.

[ because, what else would you do with scales, hoard them? throw them away for someone else to pawn? he holds some up for tiny viren in his palm, an assortment of blacks, purples, reds and oranges. maybe a gold sheen or two. ]

They’re the most expensive things here next to Cwyld armor.

[bloodwit]

I... sometimes do.

[ comes the edged out response, his tone stretched. viren's own tail, spiny yet thin in how miniature he's become, loops itself around eren's shoulders to secure himself place.

dark, reptilian eyes glimmer. he watches eren retrieve the scales with a complete absorption, like cat that's locked onto some tiny prey, yet more taken than that. they're as precious as gems. viren currently lacks opposable thumbs, but he places his small paw into eren's much larger hand, gently shifting some of the scales. he nudges them toward the center of the other dragon's palm again. ]

Would you, [ the dragon's brows scrunch. ] mind if I had some of these?

[usurpers]

[ he knows that look like he’d eye a blade. there wasn’t a reason to be greedy when he had . . . stashes back in his dens, and more to come every remainder of the month. the answer comes rather instantly, without having to think too much on it. ]

Not at all. I’ll leave them with you before I go. [ they’d start walking to the forest’s edge, now, beyond the bright wall be not so far out was where eren sought, weaving easily through bustling townspeople; he was mostly taller than them, with not many dragons walking to street in the first pla— oh, a nail. a rusty old nail on the ground with a fine point. they have to pause the trek just for him to bend and pick it up to slip into his pockets. how he saw it from so high up: just dragon things. ] How long have you been trying?

[bloodwit]

Thank you.

[ comes the earnest relief. if he were a more affectionate person, he might rub his face to eren's, like a pleased cat. but that would be -- very weird? so he doesn't, instead sort of ending up pricking his claws into the man's shoulders as he keeps balance. particularly, eren ducks down, and his wings flare slightly with the changing in altitude. they fold again.

a.. rusty old nail. viren's brow scrunches, because that looks uncleanly (like, you know, miscellaneous monster parts are any cleaner). at first, he might think eren's trying to save some foolish, barefooted child from tetanus, but rethinks that as the nail's slipped out of sight.

hm. ]

Today? [ a pause. ] ... Several hours.

Are you going to show me?

[ that's a nondescript question, however eren may answer. ]

[usurpers]

[ good call, viren. it would be weird. the question is answered with the starts of a growl that only proceeds into an affirmation. just a grunt. ]

Some pointers, too. I wouldn’t want to stay in this form for longer than I need to. [ kind of owes it after filling his ear. ] It can get, [ what’s the word, ] inconvenient?

[bloodwit]

It's humiliating...

[ comes the bitter little hiss in eren's ear. it's an emphatic response, more emotion behind it than perhaps he really feels, or had intended. it's a mess of frustrations brimming forth. ]

[ but yet, while it's inconvenient... he's already growing accustomed to it. ]

But, fine. [ his tail flicks, pronged end tapping against eren's shoulder. ] I do trust your judgment.