Lost Souls
Sept 15, 2019 12:35:14 GMT -8
Post by Meds on Sept 15, 2019 12:35:14 GMT -8
Malady;
As the trees were crashing around them, and the earth was shaking underneath their feet, suddenly Levi was stepping away from her. Malady caught herself just in time, for she had almost reached out to stop him, whether by claw or fang. But so be it, she realized as she stilled her heart and her paws. If Levi let his curiosity propel him forward into the angered beast's reach, who was she to argue? It would be a messy end, surely, but not for Malady. The moment that Levi was snatched into its greedy teeth, the white and blue female would turn tail and run.
And yet--
Yet when Levi spoke, the monster did not snap him up, giving Malady a chance to run. No, instead it looked as though he was actually listening--going over what the male had said. When the creature spoke, Malady's guess was confirmed; that most dragons, if not all, were brutish beasts made for death and war.
"Do I look like a hurricane? A bolt of lightning? The Great Flood?"
That would depend, thought Malady. She was sure that a dragon could be such things if it had half a mind. His voice was fierce, and the snarl that rang from his upturned lips was enough to make even her blood run chill. But then he touched his long, lizard-like snout to the tree he had smashed, and she saw... dare she think it... remorse? The next time the beast spoke it was in a whisper, though still the volume caused her ears to flatten against her head.
"What else -- without even trying -- could have brought such devastation, but a dragon?"
No, remorse was certain. How very strange, indeed.
Malady stepped forward now, into the light next to Levi. Her ghostly-pale frame ebbed into the moonlight, but her eyes were sharp, trained on the would-be predator. Without even trying, he had said. Did this mean that, believe it or not, they had found one of the few dragons that wished to be more than just a vessel of violence and rage?
Hoping she was not wrong, Malady took a breath and spoke, offering the dragon a lifeline, if that was indeed what he was looking for.
"I've seen smaller creatures than you ruin considerably more." Physically, perhaps not. But not all beasts of the night needed scales to be evil. Her voice spoke of confidence, and though she was not particularly afraid of the creature, she was very wary. When his wings folded against himself, for a half-breath, Malady fancied he looked almost lonely. Starved for the touch of another. Ahh yes, she knew that feeling well.
"What brings you here tonight, Dragon?" She stepped past even Levi now, eyes sliding over him momentarily--trying to tempt him forward with a rare (and untruthful) flash of feminine energy. Being the dragons' only source of attention was still a silly choice. "These trees grow close--not a place for wings, I would think?" Though he didn't seem to have had any problem getting down to the forest floor. Getting up again, however, she wasn't as sure. "What are you called?"
As the trees were crashing around them, and the earth was shaking underneath their feet, suddenly Levi was stepping away from her. Malady caught herself just in time, for she had almost reached out to stop him, whether by claw or fang. But so be it, she realized as she stilled her heart and her paws. If Levi let his curiosity propel him forward into the angered beast's reach, who was she to argue? It would be a messy end, surely, but not for Malady. The moment that Levi was snatched into its greedy teeth, the white and blue female would turn tail and run.
And yet--
Yet when Levi spoke, the monster did not snap him up, giving Malady a chance to run. No, instead it looked as though he was actually listening--going over what the male had said. When the creature spoke, Malady's guess was confirmed; that most dragons, if not all, were brutish beasts made for death and war.
"Do I look like a hurricane? A bolt of lightning? The Great Flood?"
That would depend, thought Malady. She was sure that a dragon could be such things if it had half a mind. His voice was fierce, and the snarl that rang from his upturned lips was enough to make even her blood run chill. But then he touched his long, lizard-like snout to the tree he had smashed, and she saw... dare she think it... remorse? The next time the beast spoke it was in a whisper, though still the volume caused her ears to flatten against her head.
"What else -- without even trying -- could have brought such devastation, but a dragon?"
No, remorse was certain. How very strange, indeed.
Malady stepped forward now, into the light next to Levi. Her ghostly-pale frame ebbed into the moonlight, but her eyes were sharp, trained on the would-be predator. Without even trying, he had said. Did this mean that, believe it or not, they had found one of the few dragons that wished to be more than just a vessel of violence and rage?
Hoping she was not wrong, Malady took a breath and spoke, offering the dragon a lifeline, if that was indeed what he was looking for.
"I've seen smaller creatures than you ruin considerably more." Physically, perhaps not. But not all beasts of the night needed scales to be evil. Her voice spoke of confidence, and though she was not particularly afraid of the creature, she was very wary. When his wings folded against himself, for a half-breath, Malady fancied he looked almost lonely. Starved for the touch of another. Ahh yes, she knew that feeling well.
"What brings you here tonight, Dragon?" She stepped past even Levi now, eyes sliding over him momentarily--trying to tempt him forward with a rare (and untruthful) flash of feminine energy. Being the dragons' only source of attention was still a silly choice. "These trees grow close--not a place for wings, I would think?" Though he didn't seem to have had any problem getting down to the forest floor. Getting up again, however, she wasn't as sure. "What are you called?"