[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! )

Comments

[stopfen]

No, he's a pain in the ass. [Even if Mettaton thought that meant the dragon liked her. He was annoying. The memory of the lizard making her scowl.]

It didn't seem very short. [But if he had a home-] Where do you live?

[bloodwit]

[ welp. viren's out of ideas as to explaining that one. ]

[ there's a slight, flustered grimace at being called out on the length of his nap. ]

Why? [ though the dragon's settled in her arms at this point, his expression contorts at her inquiry, much like he might be raising an eyebrow in his human form. ] —Going to kidnap me towards my home, instead?

[stopfen]

[The settling gets a soft chirp, yes good. He gets a small squeeze/hug, she is okay with this.]

I can put you where I was going to instead? [It was home or some random location she'd decided was safe.]

[bloodwit]

[ the squeeze gets a little puff. ]

No... I wish to be taken to my home.

[ viren's very well aware, by this point, that his wishes may be good as null. where he's taken is, literally, in her hands. ]

[ regardless, he rattles off an address at this point, for a location that is not far from here. ... not his actual house address, but a neighbor's. he's decided that this individual may not need to know his usual place of abode, ok!! ]

think this one is close to ending?

[stopfen]

[Even the grumps, when this small, was cute. It gets him a small drawn out chirp as she starts to follow the directions he gave. To the doorstep. She waits a moment. Then-]

How are you going to get in?

[He can't reach to unlock it could he?]

we can wrap it up here yes!!

[bloodwit]

[ no, no he cannot. viren fidgets in her grip, indicating he wishes restoration of his freedom. he fies her with a more incredulous look. ]

I'll... figure it out.

[ this is not convincing, nor does it sound convincing. this isn't even technically his place. the wiggling resumes, intensifies. ]

Windows, yes [ those! ] — I'll be fine.

[stopfen]

Don't you have a key? Couldn't you unlock it if you changed... [She trails off. Looking at the tiny dragon. Did clothes transform with them or? And slowly with that thought she kneels to gently plop him down.

Then starts to walk away. She'd rather see the cute dragon, than some naked dude. So bye. ]

Don't nap on a bench next time.

[RETREAT! ]