[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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[sneaksweet]

[Juza has a bag full of pastries and not enough experience with the cwyld to realize this tiny dragon is probably infected. So when he implores for help, Juza bows back slightly, default Japanese politeness setting in, even with his rough appearance.]

What's up?

ii.

[proudofme]

[While rainy in a good portion of the city, some sun had opened up in Soren's neighborhood and lingered through the day. This was making it a bright and pleasant, if humid area. Ideal for dragons looking to curl up on seemingly secluded mansion porches.

Seemingly, because Soren is actually around and discovers a slumbering(?)... ugly ball of fluff and goes to get a broom.

Poke poke, with the bristle end]

.... urg, this thing die out here..?

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]

[ ah, it's juza. viren trusts him just marginally enough to be open about this task. he paws the muddy ground, but eventually rises to his feet again, slinking over to near juza's shoes. ]


[ he peers upward. ]

I, [ he begins, haltingly. he's somewhat less prepared to proclaim this than he thought. ] —Left something, in the wooded area nearby. And I am not in well enough shape to retrieve these things on my own.

[bloodwit]

[ viren, in whatever oddball dream his brain's adopting external stimuli into, feels the prod of bristles against his flank. his slumber's deep enough that it may take a few pokes. ]

[ but eventually, the thing begins to shift and stir. looks like it might be alive, after all. ]

[sneaksweet]

[This cat sized dragon is surprisingly cute for looking kind of... sickly, but that's fine. He kneels down to make it a little easier to talk to him. Is it condescending? He's not thinking about it.]

What did you leave? Do you need like... a clinic or something?

[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. ]

[bloodwit]

[ that's right. stare into the depths of its void eyes, twin pinpricks of purple looming within their depths. the dragon's face immediately scrunches up as the other man adjusts himself to better be at his level, apparently registering the gesture just as juza hadn't thought. ]

[ the passing displeasure matters not, viren thinks. this is already humiliating. as to the clinic, the question's met with a sigh, ]

I'm fine.

[ marginally - whenever he gets home, he will have to take something for energy. ]

Some... personal items. [ he eventually answers. (.... he means his clothes and like, a bag or two.) the dragon twists around, lifting its snout to indicate down the path. ] Nothing you, yourself, shouldn't be able to carry.

[sneaksweet]

[ This is how to talk to all tiny animals? Viren is lucky he's getting away with this without getting headpats and horn scritches. ]

Like... Your diary? How far away is your stuff?

[ He's not worried about how far it is, but he also has no idea what he's looking for. Or where, really

If it's personal it's that kind of thing, right? ]

[bloodwit]

What- no!

[ a surprisingly lively answer, circumstances considered.

of all the things; viren thinks whoever would sneaks their diary out and about like that deserves to have it drenched in rain, fall into a mud puddle. sort of like most of things have today. ]

Just .. a satchel or two. I will lead you. [ —attempt his darnedest to do so in this weakened state, anyway. the dragon has to carefully step around some mud as he announces these new intentions; it may be a slow journey ahead. ] Follow.

[sneaksweet]

[Some people keep their diaries on them! It's not that weird. Not that Juza keeps one, and he doesn't have any scripts to write notes in at the moment.

He gets up when the dragon starts walking, but he's also noting how slowly they're going.]

... Are you sure you should be walkin'? You really don't look well.

[proudofme]

[Urhghghh- It's moving! Okay, well, not dead... but maybe close to it. Soren doesn't quite connect that the cwyld by appearance, but even he can tell it doesn't look right or healthy.

He bops it gently with the broom twice more before thinking it might actually need help.]

Okay, uh, little buddy. Keep holding still. [Though he didn't like the idea of using magic in general, turns out he was really needing to find some outlet for it. He'd asked about the Wilders and received some basic lessons how healing magic, though he'd barely tried his hand with it. This thing could probably use help.

And if he messes up, well, it was probably going to die anyways? Right?

He reaches to pet what he thinks is the creature's head, but it's more the square of his fluffy back. Healing... touch? Or something!]

ty soren

[bloodwit]

[ there's the light pressure of a something on his back, which is easily dismissed; what's less easy to slumber through is the resulting zap to follow. the dragon jolts to life and onto his feet, the fur along its spine fluffing.

viren gives a vigorous shake of his head, trying to clear himself of the sensation (it had definitely been an energizing touch), muscles tensed. its only after another second or two that the dragon's eyes finally peep open, instantly fixing on the culprit, ]

Soren!

[bloodwit]

I'm fine, Juza.

[ he just -- has to be mindful. he almost swerves into a puddle, his wings suddenly opening to help himself regain his balance. worst comes to worst, he can attempt this airborne thing again, he figures. ]

[ except, closer to the patch of woods, eventually they come to a runoff stream of rainwater and mud; it's only about a few feet wide, but difficult to spy where it begins and ends. viren starts to pace along its edge to and fro, apparently having to take time in gauging the shortest distance across. ]

u r welcome

[proudofme]

[When the creature jolts, so does Soren. He flinches away quickly and grabs the broom again, menacing the little thing.

Then there's that voice, saying his name. Nope!

WHAP.

What's the broom equivalent of a punt? Soren swings and straight up bats the dragon right into a bush.]

[bloodwit]

[ fwoof - viren gets swept straight into a bush, wings extending belatedly to buffet air, claws scrambling for purchase against the porch. what with the crash of leaves and twigs to follow, these attempts are in vain. ]

[ a few seconds later, if soren studies the area really closely: he might spy a pair of pitch black eyes, glinting against what little light the coverage allows, staring back at him between some leaves. the dragon doesn't yet emerge. ]

Do that again, [ accompanied by a tired growl. ] And I'm burning your room.

[ not a threat he makes lightly, but grounding soren for life for the eighty-seventh time no longer seems an option in their relationship. ]

[proudofme]

[Soren is absolutely not putting down the broom, but that does seem... just like something his dad would threaten. He swore it was just something like a parrot, mimicking a voice to mess with him.

Which would be preferable. The ominous glow of eyes from within the bush isn't exactly threatening, but he's not exactly rushing out to keep sweeping the creature away]

Is that actually you? What happened-? You look like a half dead raccoon...

[bloodwit]

[ when the broom no longer seems an immediate threat, he emerges into the sunlight again. the comment's met by a brief, deeper frown. truthfully, he's not unaccustomed to these reactions (even if he were human). "raccoon" is a new one, though.

the dragon stretches, extending its legs forward as its back arches. ]

While I was... [ pause, ] practicing, I was caught in a storm, [ part one. part two: become mini viren, which he skips over, because he thinks that's evident. part three, perhaps also apparent:: ] And my illusion charm wore off.

[ as happens when he assumes his dragon form, he's found. ]

[proudofme]

Practicing what-? Turning into a dragon? [does that makes sense- is that how it works? Juza turned into a bear more on accident than purpose, but I guess that's probably something that can be controlled. Whatever, this is his dad, totally different.]

You starting small and working you're way up? [no bigger than Zym, right now... but Soren doesn't want to think about Viren becoming huge as Thunder was]

[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]

Y...es, I'm starting small and working my way up.

[ that's— definitely what had happened here, not him immediately trying to start huge and wasting a ridiculous amount of energy in that. he hopes that reply sounds convincing. ]

I know that dragons can become roughly the size of elephants, here; but no where as large as fearsome as the archdragons of our world.

[proudofme]

[even if it wouldn't convince most, Soren is the exception. Sure. He'll accept that excuse,]

Not like in that dream then, either... [the one that chased them into a cave was much closer to Thunder's size, so even though an elephant is still huge, it's not that.]

... you need help? Like, getting out of that bush? [seems difficult to be that small. not to mention loaf shaped]

[sneaksweet]

[ Juza has not heard Viren's voice enough to connect his voice to him immediately. But he also feels like it would be incredibly rude to point out he has no idea who this tiny dragon is. Especially when has clearly knows who Juza is.

Time to. Avoid referring to him by name. ]

'Kay. [ Juza will just start walking off to the left to look for the end of the stream. ]

I

[weirdnecro]

Well well. This is quite the situation, isn't it?

[She was amused. Heavily so, even as she moved to squat, and peer down at him. What a little gremlin she has on her hands.

Idly, she wonders if she flipped him onto his back, whether he would be unable to flip over again.]

You're covered in mud. What in the world did you get into?

i, flexible with any time during the month!

[usurpers]

[ eren doesn’t like this weather much at all, either. even with the charms to keep the water at bay, he finds it easier to walk around with a heavy hood that could slip the water right off his poncho and away from the rest of him. horns: hidden, extra large hood. his tail suffers, coiled around his leg and too long to successfully attempt remaining beneath poncho covers even with the runic tattoos offering wetness protection— he’s all about saving as much magic as he has stored in them before he must seek out another recharge, so unless absolutely necessary!! the rain shall not have him.

he’s in . . . mildly better spirits from the last time he’s been seen by viren, at least. collecting fresh blossoms in a nap sack and awfully, awfully itchy. perhaps itchy hadn’t been the correct term? he felt flakey. it’s easier to realize that he’s shedding when he leaves some fallen scales in his wake. he doesn’t recognize the cat-sized dragon at first, bending close to his knees to get a better look, as well as within better tasting distance. now, there’s a scent he knows, and adjust his stance to accommodate his (custom made) rain boots. you thought, that dragon legs don’t where shoes. talons out, all goes too. they don’t, hah, but they can wear soles infused with water resistance. so he doesn’t get, you know. muddy. like this guy. ]

I have a feeling. [ of. what it could be. at least he won’t pet him, much less touch him. not because he looks infected, eren can smell the taint of cwyld from faraway, but because— who the hell likes to be touched, even when they have tiny toe beans? he’s been there, he knows how it is. ] Stuck?