[OPEN] march log
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
ii.
iii.
v. wildcard
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kirbies if you'd like to plot! )
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
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2/2
If you plan on actually allowing him to do this then I'll be going along as well. I can't imagine why that would be an issue. [ Though unlike Stiles he's actually waiting for this distraction of a plan to receive approval before he's willing to move. Yes, it's going to take time out of their training. Yes, he'll be spending more time in the Wildes than he should as a result. But also yes, it is a good opportunity to see more of their surroundings.
And no, he won't allow Stiles to go alone when he doesn't trust Viren. His need to protect him however he can is too strong for that. ]
I'll elect never to speak of the bill again, for your sake.
no subject
[ (gosh! and some retort at sasuke had just been on the tip of tongue--) ]
Allow me to... confirm this, with you.
[ the dragon's brows seem to lower. he's somehow caught between not altogether caring as to the outcome of this potential disaster, and the ludicrousness of it. ]
The two of you wish to ride on the back... of an unfamiliar dragon, that has only recently assumed this form -- and one that's never, actually, given 'rides' to another before. Yes?
[ alas. that's not actually an outright denial from viren, though. ]
no subject
[ Buffeted by a wing, which smacks him harmlessly in the face, he stumbles away. God, why don’t all these dragons just wear saddles for the convenience of wannabe hijacking riders? Inconsiderate, to be honest. Stiles scowls at the section of draconic flank that he’s still plotting on how to climb – even as Viren skeptically questions the sense of his plan. ]
What, you want us to sign a free release of liability waiver or something? [ Stiles is the type of person who would sign such a form, but with someone else’s signature. Don’t trust this boy. ] Anyway, I rode a dragon last month while fighting off a bunch of spider freaks in the Wildes.
[ Technically, Eren did the fighting. Technically, Stiles is also a “spider freak.” Technically. ]
This’ll be a cakewalk in comparison. Think of it as a chance to bond with your fellow Mirrorbound! Bond with a lowercase “b,” I mean. No offense. I’m sure you’ll make a future Bondmate very happy one day (if you aren’t already Bonded). Until then…
[ Annnnnd he’s back to trying to climb up on Viren. ]
no subject
No. One of us wishes to and I'm trying to focus on the possible benefits to doing the same because I'm not going to allow him to go alone.
[ At least if they fall or crash he can protect Stiles with his body, right? It should be fine. This particular one is already slated for slow death so is it a problem if it takes on a little extra damage? There's some kind of logic at work here, don't think about it too hard. ] Do you think you'll be able to manage it? If you need to fly a solo circuit first as a test run, you should.
no subject
[ with an appraising raise of its head, viren eyes the two -- skeptically. the gears are turning. truthfully, he's already flown a solo circuit: it's convincing, that perhaps he's being unnecessarily wary in attempting to have these two reflect on their life choices. its thrashing tail stills. after another stretch of a moment, a tap of claws against rock, he appears to come to a decision. ]
Fine.
[ and so with a crouch and a stretch of its forelegs, the dragon lowers itself; its pose is almost reminiscent of an accepting bow -- much more dignified than being dogpiled by teenagers. he folds his wings out of the way, should stiles and sasuke wish to use its dorsal spikes to maneuver themselves onward. ]
/FIN