Sleeping Dragon Garnet

Fieeeeen c:

Today was a bad day.

Goliath had been stumbling rather drowzily across the borders. His large, lumbring body shuffling forward with each step, he was suffering from a terrible headache and an upset stomach. The light, which he usually didn't notice, seemed much brighter than it was and like it was the cause of all his aches.

Grumpily marching from the borders to the geyser field, his hopes were to finally settle down and sleep. It was the only other place he could go in his confinement, and out of the two was much more comfortable to rest in. The geyser fields were artifically warmed, and thus gave him a source of ease when exhausted.

Unfortunately for him, as he arrived, he spotted a dappled white wolf watching from a distance. Groaning, he shuffled his fat, hulking mass of a body towards the figure, too agitated to notice her pack-familiar scent, but as he walked forwards, the geyser beside him burst in a flurry of whites and blues. Scalding, hot water showered him, and while grunting in pain, Goliath managed to run outside of the tempest and onto the much calmer land around the fields. 

Taking a moment to regain his breath, he glanced towards the female a couple steps away from him, grunted a hostile greeting and demanded: "What you do here?"