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Who: a draconic thief and you!
When: i'm flexible with the days as long as it's after the full moon! diy!
Where: a dragon's underground den.
What: an open log for those signing up for the city-wide wanted quest!
Warnings: will add as they come! a note that eren will not attack anyone unless they steal from him— which, if you want to go that route, by all means hmu for plot!
ᴏᴏᴏ ʜᴇ's sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴ!!!!!
[ past the constraints of the bright wall and just before the wilde creeps into fresh plains, slums and farmlands with its frosty winter nip, lays a hole; a hole that seems too large to have been dug by a rabbit and can easily fit man or monster. if one has followed the incredible amount of scattered shedding (black scales with a scarlet-plum sheen, perhaps orange or gold depending on how light bounces from it), it leads them further down. many elders are sure to give tips if you ask: flattery will help you if you talk of liberty, bring something else that's sharp, that'll do it, i would bribe him with one of those fair-folk, haha, and perhaps oh, send him my cookies. whether either of those work or not, it needs to be tested!
the tunnels are identical to those made by miners, twisting and turning into different, multiple paths, some leading into scorched dead ends while others may only seem to take you lower . . . and lower, into more intricate corkscrew bends. some spots aren't all that dark, lit by runes carefully carved and enchanted to glow a deep orange, but those with less of a knack for seeing in dark places might do well with an extra source of light, no harm done. if successfully navigated, intruders will find an opening that spans into a large, large den, one expected to be the interior of a mountainside. the cavern is impressive in size and sculpted entirely by claw, molded by spine and reinforced with dragon flame. the ceilings are high and the floors— that might be a problem.
the floors harbor an ocean of sharp objects that create mountains, piling up to nearly half the wall of the entire dome— heaps of any kind of knife, long blade, spear, needle, gardening and construction tools, broken glass, ceramic and . . . that's a piece of paper, yes. anything that has a fine, dangerous cutting or stabbing point is hoarded here, the product of a monster's growth of over a year (and counting). the dragon, though, the dragon may not be instantly seen unless one looks so very hard for two pairs of glistening, crystal-blue horns protruding out of the mass— or, perhaps, you'll want to play it safe and look for the obsidian knives in a literal haystack of knives. ]
When: i'm flexible with the days as long as it's after the full moon! diy!
Where: a dragon's underground den.
What: an open log for those signing up for the city-wide wanted quest!
Warnings: will add as they come! a note that eren will not attack anyone unless they steal from him— which, if you want to go that route, by all means hmu for plot!
ᴏᴏᴏ ʜᴇ's sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴ!!!!!
[ past the constraints of the bright wall and just before the wilde creeps into fresh plains, slums and farmlands with its frosty winter nip, lays a hole; a hole that seems too large to have been dug by a rabbit and can easily fit man or monster. if one has followed the incredible amount of scattered shedding (black scales with a scarlet-plum sheen, perhaps orange or gold depending on how light bounces from it), it leads them further down. many elders are sure to give tips if you ask: flattery will help you if you talk of liberty, bring something else that's sharp, that'll do it, i would bribe him with one of those fair-folk, haha, and perhaps oh, send him my cookies. whether either of those work or not, it needs to be tested!
the tunnels are identical to those made by miners, twisting and turning into different, multiple paths, some leading into scorched dead ends while others may only seem to take you lower . . . and lower, into more intricate corkscrew bends. some spots aren't all that dark, lit by runes carefully carved and enchanted to glow a deep orange, but those with less of a knack for seeing in dark places might do well with an extra source of light, no harm done. if successfully navigated, intruders will find an opening that spans into a large, large den, one expected to be the interior of a mountainside. the cavern is impressive in size and sculpted entirely by claw, molded by spine and reinforced with dragon flame. the ceilings are high and the floors— that might be a problem.
the floors harbor an ocean of sharp objects that create mountains, piling up to nearly half the wall of the entire dome— heaps of any kind of knife, long blade, spear, needle, gardening and construction tools, broken glass, ceramic and . . . that's a piece of paper, yes. anything that has a fine, dangerous cutting or stabbing point is hoarded here, the product of a monster's growth of over a year (and counting). the dragon, though, the dragon may not be instantly seen unless one looks so very hard for two pairs of glistening, crystal-blue horns protruding out of the mass— or, perhaps, you'll want to play it safe and look for the obsidian knives in a literal haystack of knives. ]
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Eren. [ concise. eren's curiosity does twitch when his library of smells and tastes reminds him of something, and so comes his blue tongue, dancing out to flicker its forked end at howl's hovering soles. ] I know where you live.
[ . . . not meant to be a warning, but the way his voice naturally growls doesn't make it sound as tolerant as he would probably like. ]
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In spite of the grumpy growl in Eren's voice, Howl doesn't recoil away. If anything, the brilliant color of his tongue just makes him more curious. He reaches down with one delicate, long-fingered hand - offering to let him smell it, and perhaps daring to ask permission to pet the tongue himself. ]
Then that's mutual, now, and only fair. [ smiling, he glances back at the dragon's blue eyes. ] What else do you know?
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What you last ate.
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But on the back of his hand - where Eren's fleshy taste buds grab and drag away particulate and skin cells themselves - are traces of the magic spells the wizard worked with that morning. A powder to keep his skin soft and smooth, an enchantment to hide his pores and any stubble sprouting from his chin and upper lip. Crushed dandelion petals used a potion to dye his hair blond. Not to mention Howl's strong magic aura in the first place - it's so thick it almost seems to coat his skin like a real, physical lotion would. ]
Ah... Stars above, your tongue is huge. I pray you didn't eat a wizard for your last meal. [ He laughs, a hint of nervous thrill-seeking in his voice. It's not every day you get licked by a dragon. ] That's a joke, mind you.
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[ wizard (or witch) wasn't exactly on the menu now, but witch blood, witch magic like the blanket that coated the prideful sorcerer— it had piqued a rather large interest to the point that he'd continue to get licked, sniffed approached by a probing dragon's skull to blow hot air from his nostrils to the man's pants. his own tone holds a lightness to it, as if to follow through with a joke, but it's as harmless as a blade being tucked beneath one's sleeve. it's not. ]
. . . You should get going, Howl.
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Mmm. Should I? [ one fork of his tongue slides between his thumb and forefinger; he obliges the curiosity and spreads his fingers for him to explore. ] I will, if you insist. But... if you're interested in making some arrangement - dragon parts for whatever I may be able to provide to you - please contact me, will you?
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I'll consider if it has an edge.
[ he won't strictly take blades, though they are possibly the easiest thing to bargain with him. just show him what cuts and he'll probably want it. with that known— he'll see howl out with his eyes, and delve back into his hoard when alone again. ]