forum Power Isn't Always The Answer (ONE SPOT OPEN)

Started May 02, 2019 by @Painted-Iris group

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Peril glanced at him, then moved over and started to eat. It tasted old, and filled with grossness, as though someone had added dried grass and then left it out for birds to poop on. But it was food.

The world seemed to tilt. Was it just him, or was it getting a little hard to breathe? Was he the only one who’s knees had turned to pudding? When did his heart start beating so fast? Was it just Brom, or did his dragon just speak?
Teothian crouched by the gateway, blocking any escape. Instinctively, Brom reached for his twin swords, only to remember he had left them in his quarters. His breathing quickened.
Dragons don’t talk.
They snarl, growl, hiss, roar, purr, and caw.
Nothing competent, nothing humans could understand.
Brom slowly turned his head to meet Teothian’s gaze. The dragon’s brilliant green eyes bore into his soul. Anger. Betrayal. Pleading.
The Sage boy took a cautious step towards the magnificent beast, instincts be damned, and then another until he was about arms length away from Teothian’s snout. The hot breath of blood and meat caressed the boy’s face.
Brom’s heart deflated like some small balloon.
The dragon was not the monster.
He sank to his knees and reached for the clasp to the reigns.

Emberinth's eyes widened at the boy kneeling before him. He had expected something much worse to happen for some reason. Or rather, nothing at all. He almost felt bad for the young boy. The closer Brom was, the more uneasy he felt, but the dragon allowed him to remove the equipment.
When the harness fell, he gave the human's hand a gentle nudge with his snout. He gave a thankful hum before speaking again. "Thank you. I hoped this time my voice would reach you. It seems it has."
The dragon shifted as to not be entirely in the way. "I will not hurt you, child. I am just grateful you understand what is truly going on here," Emberinth added. It seemed that Brom was trembling almost.

Peril glanced at him, then moved over and started to eat. It tasted old, and filled with grossness, as though someone had added dried grass and then left it out for birds to poop on. But it was food.

(um I feel like that's a bit exaggerative seeing as it might only be like a day old… at most it would be a bit stale to Peril)

The great red dragon’s voice seemed to reverberate in Brom’s skull. When Teothian pressed his snout to the boy’s hand, it occurred to him that his is the first time the dragon had shown any form of affection towards him. Brom was suddenly painfully aware of his own trembling and attempted to calm himself, failed, and instead tried to occupy his shaky hands with picking at his filthy nails.
He took a deep breath, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water before his mustered the courage to speak,”I’m sorry.”
Brom failed to find his words again, seemingly losing them in the dragon’s vibrant eyes.
“I’m so sorry.”

(darn, hey i mean it was fun while it lasted and it helped me develop the idea of Brom a little bit more. Thanks iris)

(If you wanna do a PM rp with our characters after a while, we could?)

(darn, hey i mean it was fun while it lasted and it helped me develop the idea of Brom a little bit more. Thanks iris)

(If you wanna do a PM rp with our characters after a while, we could?)

(if you want to that's totally cool and i'm down. but i've kind of lost sight of it for now. I'll pm you if I ever decide to do it. Thanks!)

(darn, hey i mean it was fun while it lasted and it helped me develop the idea of Brom a little bit more. Thanks iris)

(If you wanna do a PM rp with our characters after a while, we could?)

(if you want to that's totally cool and i'm down. but i've kind of lost sight of it for now. I'll pm you if I ever decide to do it. Thanks!)

(That's okay! Don't worry about it. If you ever feel like doing a one on one in general, I'm down for that too.)