Shadewood he will tear your city down, lei o lai o lord

preferably for anyone he hasn’t met yet >:3 or @Takara maybe?

the little dragon couldn’t keep that fight off his mind. he didn’t know why it happened and quite honestly didn’t care. he just kept thinking about how cool it was! there was a drastic difference between life at the den and that action-packed battle. now he craved to recreate that moment.

it was a peaceful afternoon. everything was beginning to quiet down for the night, but orochi was wide awake. he managed to slip away from watchful eyes (it was becoming a talent of his) to go on whatever quest he  deemed fit. today it was an evil bush that the boy had to defeat. take that! he grabbed a branch and began to tug.

It was with cold detatchment that she watched him, perilous pits of ice gazing forth to the world in which she hadn't wanted to be born. From the moment this dragonling had slid from the warmth of her mother's womb, there had been little but distate glimmering in her stare - those orbs of luminiferous blue, shards cut like jagged glass.

The boy was one of the keep; his scent was vaguely familiar in the way that all of the forest's wolves were - she knew them all not their patchwork faces but by scent alone. While it was true that Niebla was not supposed to stray from the clutches of her den, the enigma that was the night became too tempting, too enchanting, for her youthful mind to fathom. What were those blinking white dots, way up in the big dark? Why were they silent, even when she called to them?

Orochi's shrieks of war snatched her attention a second time. What was he trying to do? Caught in a pod of curiousity, the girl's lips remained sealed, pastel chin inclined to one side as she observed.

phone, bus post

There was a change in him, there was a rustle and her little dragon witnessed it. Now that he had his wings, she would not feather him to her side. Soon he would have fire to burn those who dare try but for now, he could only huff smoke and use his teeth. As he was doing now.

take that!

He took those razors to a very evil stick, his foe was touch but he was brave and attacked without thought. A soft smile curved on her lips as she watched her fledgling, it would seem his gallant fight had drawn a maiden to see the spectacle. Would she find this tug-of-war to be fascinating or maybe she would like to join in? Curious the mother gave a soft cuffing sound, tilting her head at the silver child. Before addressing her son.

"my dragon, it os very gallant of you to protect us from such a vile tree." her words were elegant and grand as she gave a soft bow to show he was going a good thing.

he hadn’t noticed he had attracted an audience until his mother called out to him. he gasped, releasing the branch and falling on his back. damnit, how was he found? not only by takara but some random weirdo girl. orochi shot up and growled, both enraged and embarrassed. but the grimace slowly faded as he was showered with compliments.

a huge grin spread from cheek to cheek and the boy raised his chin proudly. he galloped back to his branch and went at it with much more vigor than before.

aaa sorry for short post, didn't want to keep you waiting any longer!

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She took no notice of Orochi's growls.

Takara's arrival was acknowledged only with a flick of her chin, a grazing of glacial orbs in her direction - this would have been her only greeting, had it not been for the word, that one, alien word, so foreign to her tongue. It sounded formidable, minacious, and she liked it.

"Dragon." the young snowstorm repeated, a controlled, demanding voice steeped in ice vibrating upon the air. She dragged a salmon tongue across pallid incisors, carefully observing the mother with blank interest. "What is that?"