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realityshifted2014-08-24 04:21 pm
swerve) wrote in realityshifted2014-08-24 04:21 pm
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[ he's beginning to wonder if engaging the egg that had hatched upon his contact with it had been a good idea. ( then again … there are several things that have happened on the plane that have brought about that line of thought. most recently, his offer to a certain redhead that had resulted in a case of lasting vampirism – though he'll never be sorry about helping his friend, it's pretty much a moot point by now. ) but this?
he is now in possession of a dragon. a little terror, to be exact, though more in the literal sense than the figurative. ( even if he doesn't know its breed, it helps for visual aid, doesn't it? )
he's been staying with it on the plane since he'd found himself with it, but upon thinking that maybe – just maybe – his friend back home would like some company, he'd thought to bring the thing back to his apartment with him.
he's
never
been
so
wrong.
he'd been told by eithan before – he can't rightly remember when – that dragons were territorial by nature. that they guarded what they thought of as theirs with a fierce sort of determination, and he's born witness to that more times than he can count since finding himself with aednat. bringing that new addition home? had probably been one of the biggest mistakes he'd ever made in his entire life.
his entire short life, but. you know. that doesn't matter.
darren drops to the plane with a rather exasperated expression, the terror resting comfortably at his shoulder while aednat … is currently curled up in a small change jar he's holding in one hand, just barely big enough to fit her reptilian self into, hissing at anything and everything that dares come close. not close to darren, but to the freaking change jar – and if one were to look closely, they would see her glaring daggers up at the dragon sitting on the boy's shoulder, huffing and puffing little wisps of smoke every so often.
dragons.
you're all hopeless creatures. ]
he is now in possession of a dragon. a little terror, to be exact, though more in the literal sense than the figurative. ( even if he doesn't know its breed, it helps for visual aid, doesn't it? )
he's been staying with it on the plane since he'd found himself with it, but upon thinking that maybe – just maybe – his friend back home would like some company, he'd thought to bring the thing back to his apartment with him.
he's
never
been
so
wrong.
he'd been told by eithan before – he can't rightly remember when – that dragons were territorial by nature. that they guarded what they thought of as theirs with a fierce sort of determination, and he's born witness to that more times than he can count since finding himself with aednat. bringing that new addition home? had probably been one of the biggest mistakes he'd ever made in his entire life.
his entire short life, but. you know. that doesn't matter.
darren drops to the plane with a rather exasperated expression, the terror resting comfortably at his shoulder while aednat … is currently curled up in a small change jar he's holding in one hand, just barely big enough to fit her reptilian self into, hissing at anything and everything that dares come close. not close to darren, but to the freaking change jar – and if one were to look closely, they would see her glaring daggers up at the dragon sitting on the boy's shoulder, huffing and puffing little wisps of smoke every so often.
dragons.
you're all hopeless creatures. ]