[syri gives an equal snarl, his cheeks flushing]
s: "i fucking understand that they're different than just dragons, foam-brain. i come from another goddamn realm, give me a break! i'm a disagreeable little bitch, yes, but most aasimar aren't. take ángel, for example. staying silent this whole time and not jumping in like anyone would! give it a break and take the stick out of your ass, you oversized lizard."
[ángel hisses louder, and mouths 'im so sorry' to loch and gloam]
Loch: "Yeah, keep talking and you'll have a stick in your ass. Also, we're oversized just so we can bite the head of things like you clean off." she flashed some of her lights in a pattern, maybe she was cussing him out that way
Gloam: she didn't want any of this, turning green with displeasure
[syriant's wings fluffed, effectively making him look bigger, but said nothing. ángel looked worried for a second before speaking up, finally]
á: "im sorry about him. he'll need a minute to cool off, i can tell his fight or flight is starting to kick on. uhh… what's your world like?"
Ragnor: looks over to Hel, only to see her disappear. Slowly stands up, setting Eilander down whom is curled up into a ball. Steadily walks over to the pair fighting. His green eyes seem to start glowing
Alright, why don't you pair calm your asses down
Looks to Loch
You, quit being on your high horse, less you have a reason for it. Do not think you are invincible, I know of several individuals who could easily dispose of you without so much as lifting a finger
Glances to S
As for you, Like the dragon, get off your damn high horse. Maybe in your realms you are on the higher ends of your Kingdoms or whatever it is you are a part of, here, those rules don't apply.
Loch: "Brutal." was all she said, turning around with a huff
Gloam: "Maybe you should get something to eat…" she said, trying to change the subject
Loch: "Yeah, maybe I should." she replies, glaring to Ragnor then Syriant as if sizing them up. (though she's just trying to look threatening)
Ragnor: Green eyes flash, glowing even brighter. His voice is low, in a dangerous tone
I advise against trying to eat me
Eve: Pets Eilander's head, calming the small dragon. Whispers softly to the little dragon
Eilander: Lifts his head from the ball he had curled himself into. Slowly gets up, starting to follow the green familiar who leads him away
Loch: "Ew, it's not like I'm desperate to crunch on your spongy form." she said before flapping her lake green wings and taking off
Gloam: "Get me some fruit while you're at it."
Loch: "Alright."
Ragnor: You never know…and from what I've been told, we'd actually taste very bitter
Sighs, the glow of his eyes dimming down to their soft gentle green of earlier. Walks over to where Eve had taken Eilander away from the potential fight
Eilander: Had shifted back to his human, child-like form. Sits cross legged, tail curled against his side. Eyes are intently watching Eve
Eve: Gives happy chirrups, creating sparkles using her energy with sunlight
Ragnor: Sits down nearby, watching the pair, ready to move should danger present itself
we actually taste very faintly of white cheddar popcorn salt. don't ask how I know this))
Loch: she said nothing as she flew away
Later she came back with two hares and a couple apples, the hares looked dead but intact, most likely died of a crushed wind-pipe or a heart attack
"I got that fruit you wanted." she set them down by Gloam who smiled and thanked Loch before eating them
"Hey, do any of you know where some water is? I'm getting a bit dry."
The dragon listens to everyone argue, alarm in her eyes. She morphs into a sixteen year old girl, with silver hair and purple eyes. Foxchild hugs her close comfortingly.
“Maybe we should leave,” he says.
“I…don’t really know how,” Ender sheepishly responds. Foxchild rolls his eyes and says nothing.
Ragnor: Remains sitting, suddenly reaching into a pocket with his good hand. Soon pulls out the locket, looking down at the necklace
Eilander: Continues to watch the 'sparkles' created by Eve. Tip of his tail twitches now and then, seeming to have calmed down
Ragnor: looks over
Water huh?
Not sure, most of us either go back to our worlds or bring along something
Loch: "Well that sucks, I wanted to sleep after having my food." she shrugged, eating one of her hares, of course, not without making a bit of a mess.
Gloam: she cringed at the sight and looked away
Ragnor: Well, no one here is stopping you from returning
Eilander: Stands up, walking over to Ragnor. Lightly pulls at the man's jacket
Ragnor: Glances down from staring at the locket. Gives the draconic child a soft, kind smile. He lightly pets Eilander's head
Heh, I'll be alright kid…just some old things popping up in my mind…
Reaches into a pocket again, this time pulling out a stick of jerky, handing it to Eilander
Eilander: Takes the dried meat, actually giving a small smile back, then nibbles happily
After a few minutes the two finished their food and fallen asleep back to back, but not before Loch mumbled something; "yes" who knows what she could've been talking about… Actually, it sounded like she was answering a question
Ameria: GUYS WE'RE HERE
Mizu: Waves
Loch: "Can you tone it down a little…?" she muttered sleepily, putting one of her claws over her face like a cat
Ragnor: You get used to the noise
Glances over, giving a slight wave
Heyo again you two
Eilander: Has sat down, continuing to slowly eat away at the jerky given to him
Ameria: Sorry…
Mizu: …
Loch: "Well, I'm up now…" she yawned, stretching "Be sure you don't wake Gloam, but it won't be that hard; she's a heavy sleeper" scratching her chin, flinging a couple blue scales to the ground in the process
Mizu: Looks at Ameria and says in a monotone voice You do get way too loud.
Ameria: Yeah…I do…
[the two figures had been talking quietly to each other, listening when spoken to but not responding as an excuse for their creator not being on notebook.ai. syriant has draped his wings across the ground and is sitting with his legs crossed, and ángel is crouched next to him]
ángel: "yeah. this is scary. have any idea how to get home?"
syriant: "no. might as well try to figure it out, though." [he pauses, and lowers his voice] "lithiel probably misses me. i miss her."
((hahaaaa sorry for leaving is anyone online?))
Ragnor: looks over to the pair
I'd help if I could, but alas, I only have the ability to return to my own realm
Looks to Eilander
Eilander: had shifted back to his true/dragon form. Chases his tail a few times
Eve: Hovering close to the small dragon, keeping a close eye on him
A dark vortex appears out of nowhere, and two figures step out of it just before it closes with a small flash of light. The figures are female. One is completely golden–unkempt, long golden hair and delightfully curious dark gold eyes. A smile tugs up one corner of her mouth while she crouches down on her haunches. The other figure, on the other hand, is dark–tanned olive skin, a cloud of dark, naturally salt-and-pepper and tightly wound curls that invaded her face, drawing her mismatched blue and green eyes. Red splotches speckle the left side of her face. She scans the room with a confused frown.
[ángel looks up and smiles weakly, and syriant shuffles his wings]
á: "thank you anyway."