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tushanshu_logs2013-04-10 03:22 pm
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Characters: Dany, Drogon, and you
Date: April 8th
Location: Atam
Situation: Good news! Dany's item request is in. Bad news! It's a dragon toddler with anger problems.
Warnings/Rating: Drogon is extremely savage and he WILL attack if provoked.
[ She has lived in enough cities to know what panic sounds like, in any tongue.
Whatever language they speak here, Dany hears it as the Common Tongue, and so she starts at the first shouts of "dragon!" from the men and women fleeing past her from the square. Her heart twists, the air gone out of her. Her body feels tingly all over, as if flames wash over her skin, and she knows. Oh, she knows. A mother always knows.
Her feet have already taken off at a heedless run, pushing past anyone in her way. The wind catches her veil and tears it from her head, sending it floating away on the wind. It's irrelevant. All that matters is that her children are here.
When she reaches the plaza she skitters to a stop, surveying the carnage, taking in the splashes of blood and absence of scorch-marks. Some brave man more foolish than wise tried to muzzle the creature and paid for it dearly, as the severed arm lying in a pool of blood gives tale to. She reaches to her side for her whip...and remembers it's gone, taken by the guards at the port.
Two men approach Drogon, a net stretched between them, and the dragon lashes his tail in a telling way. He's going to kill them, she realizes, and she knows she must put thought aside and act. On instinct Dany dives for a small stone, lurches back to her feet, and flings it at Drogon. It bounces off the hard, thick hide stretched over his forequarters, and Drogon turns to her with a hiss of recognition. ]
Drogon, here! [ She picks up another two stones, but holds them at her side. ] Drogon, to me!
Date: April 8th
Location: Atam
Situation: Good news! Dany's item request is in. Bad news! It's a dragon toddler with anger problems.
Warnings/Rating: Drogon is extremely savage and he WILL attack if provoked.
[ She has lived in enough cities to know what panic sounds like, in any tongue.
Whatever language they speak here, Dany hears it as the Common Tongue, and so she starts at the first shouts of "dragon!" from the men and women fleeing past her from the square. Her heart twists, the air gone out of her. Her body feels tingly all over, as if flames wash over her skin, and she knows. Oh, she knows. A mother always knows.
Her feet have already taken off at a heedless run, pushing past anyone in her way. The wind catches her veil and tears it from her head, sending it floating away on the wind. It's irrelevant. All that matters is that her children are here.
When she reaches the plaza she skitters to a stop, surveying the carnage, taking in the splashes of blood and absence of scorch-marks. Some brave man more foolish than wise tried to muzzle the creature and paid for it dearly, as the severed arm lying in a pool of blood gives tale to. She reaches to her side for her whip...and remembers it's gone, taken by the guards at the port.
Two men approach Drogon, a net stretched between them, and the dragon lashes his tail in a telling way. He's going to kill them, she realizes, and she knows she must put thought aside and act. On instinct Dany dives for a small stone, lurches back to her feet, and flings it at Drogon. It bounces off the hard, thick hide stretched over his forequarters, and Drogon turns to her with a hiss of recognition. ]
Drogon, here! [ She picks up another two stones, but holds them at her side. ] Drogon, to me!
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When he reels around with his arms drawn up, hoping to lunge at its flank, he is completely baffled by the rock that whizzes past him to stop the dragon in its tracks. And the hissing queen with more balls than most Qunari.
That does it, he's officially got no blighted clue what's going on here. Would "down, boy!" really have worked all this time? There are a lot of dead Ferelden miners who ought to feel very foolish, right about now. ] I. How is that working?
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Drogon's great muzzle drops level with her face, sniffing at her, and then he lets out a whuff of air hot and smoky that makes her cough until her eyes water. When she looks back up at Fenris, it's with red-shot eyes. Beneath her hand Drogon is something approaching calm. ]
He is my son.
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Her son.
Perhaps she is the creature of strange power, only wearing the shape of a woman, as Flemeth had been. But that is a question to be asked later; he may have been caught flat-footed by the whole turn of events, but he collects himself enough to cast an eye back at the crowd of locals that had been trying to subdue the beast before her intervention. ] You may wish to relocate your- [ he can't quite help the dryness of his tone: ] son, then. Quickly.
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But Drogon is more important. Dany wraps her arms protectively around his great neck, a shield between the lithe dark man and the encroaching Atamites. ]
Yes. Drogon, come. You must come.