01-02-2019, 03:59 PM
//i feel like this is better out of context for those who don’t know ska’arq
If the emotionless reptile could feel hope, it would have been lost long ago. Then again, if he could feel anything at all, this long, drawn out quest would not have started in the first place. Since his sudden reappearance, the dragon had reclaimed the old building he had once resided in. His old belongings were still there. A fine layer of dust coated every surface. With an old rag wrapped around the tip of his tail, most of it had been cleared away, which had earned a loud sneeze and a shake of his head. Notebooks and fresh bedding and things of the like soon occupied the old and somewhat empty space.
The small dragon was currently sitting in the chair at his lone desk, a lamp that occasionally flickered shedding light on the project in his hands. Various crude bottles lined the back of the surface at the wall. Some were broken or cracked, others simply scratched. A small jar held countless tiny shards in it. These were all failures, evidence of his tireless and time-consuming hard work towards his goal. What was his goal, exactly? Could a being such as himself really have wants and desires? Cyan blue eyes narrowed in deep concentration, giving his expression an unusual sense of life that it normally lacked. A magnifying glass on a stand was adjusted to make the view of the bottle in his hands clearer. It was another crude hand-crafted creation. A glance to the left skimmed over notes and diagrams, his own research, before returning to the task in hand. A fine tool etched carefully into the glass’s surface, hands steady and unburdened by anxiety or frustration. For a moment he sat back, holding it closer to the light. Finished.
He briefly stuck his claw inside the lip of the bottle, quickly yanking it back out after the etchings in the glass began to glow and his head felt light. Was this it? Had he done it at last? Ska’arq stuck a cork in the mouth of the bottle and moved out the door with unusual haste. He needed someone to test it. A hunch that these vials would not work on him hung in the back of his mind. He had made it glow, though. He was making progress at last.
Scanning the clearing with empty eyes, he spotted an NPC sleeping at the root of a tree. Good. They could not deny his request if they were not awake to hear it. The dragon moved closer quietly, taking a seat before them. Uncorking the vial, He tenderly lifted up the canine’s paw and stuck his claw inside. The NPC awoke with a full-bodied jerk, and Ska’arq instinctively gripped them so they would not escape. ”Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re-“ Their eyes grew wide and their words cut off. The bottle’s glowing engravings grew brighter, and the NPC seemed locked in place. A fine, foggy and white substance began to stream from their claw and into the container. Ska’arq watched intently, drinking in every detail that unfolded before him.
The stream slowed to a stop with a small drip. As if released from the death grip that covered their whole body, the canine collapsed into a limp heap, eyes still wide and frozen with shock. The glow receded, leaving nothing but the faint light of whatever day within the bottle in his hand. He released their paw, and it fell to the ground. Sticking the cork back in the lid, he swirled it in a circle, eyeing the contents carefully. He would examine it later. Ska’arq waved a hand in front of the NPC’s face. No response. ”Are you alright? he tried instead. Nothing. Two fingers were placed on their neck. He waited ten seconds, twenty. No heartbeat. The NPC was dead. He peered at the bottle again. ”An unexpected result. Fascinating.”
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSIf the emotionless reptile could feel hope, it would have been lost long ago. Then again, if he could feel anything at all, this long, drawn out quest would not have started in the first place. Since his sudden reappearance, the dragon had reclaimed the old building he had once resided in. His old belongings were still there. A fine layer of dust coated every surface. With an old rag wrapped around the tip of his tail, most of it had been cleared away, which had earned a loud sneeze and a shake of his head. Notebooks and fresh bedding and things of the like soon occupied the old and somewhat empty space.
The small dragon was currently sitting in the chair at his lone desk, a lamp that occasionally flickered shedding light on the project in his hands. Various crude bottles lined the back of the surface at the wall. Some were broken or cracked, others simply scratched. A small jar held countless tiny shards in it. These were all failures, evidence of his tireless and time-consuming hard work towards his goal. What was his goal, exactly? Could a being such as himself really have wants and desires? Cyan blue eyes narrowed in deep concentration, giving his expression an unusual sense of life that it normally lacked. A magnifying glass on a stand was adjusted to make the view of the bottle in his hands clearer. It was another crude hand-crafted creation. A glance to the left skimmed over notes and diagrams, his own research, before returning to the task in hand. A fine tool etched carefully into the glass’s surface, hands steady and unburdened by anxiety or frustration. For a moment he sat back, holding it closer to the light. Finished.
He briefly stuck his claw inside the lip of the bottle, quickly yanking it back out after the etchings in the glass began to glow and his head felt light. Was this it? Had he done it at last? Ska’arq stuck a cork in the mouth of the bottle and moved out the door with unusual haste. He needed someone to test it. A hunch that these vials would not work on him hung in the back of his mind. He had made it glow, though. He was making progress at last.
Scanning the clearing with empty eyes, he spotted an NPC sleeping at the root of a tree. Good. They could not deny his request if they were not awake to hear it. The dragon moved closer quietly, taking a seat before them. Uncorking the vial, He tenderly lifted up the canine’s paw and stuck his claw inside. The NPC awoke with a full-bodied jerk, and Ska’arq instinctively gripped them so they would not escape. ”Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re-“ Their eyes grew wide and their words cut off. The bottle’s glowing engravings grew brighter, and the NPC seemed locked in place. A fine, foggy and white substance began to stream from their claw and into the container. Ska’arq watched intently, drinking in every detail that unfolded before him.
The stream slowed to a stop with a small drip. As if released from the death grip that covered their whole body, the canine collapsed into a limp heap, eyes still wide and frozen with shock. The glow receded, leaving nothing but the faint light of whatever day within the bottle in his hand. He released their paw, and it fell to the ground. Sticking the cork back in the lid, he swirled it in a circle, eyeing the contents carefully. He would examine it later. Ska’arq waved a hand in front of the NPC’s face. No response. ”Are you alright? he tried instead. Nothing. Two fingers were placed on their neck. He waited ten seconds, twenty. No heartbeat. The NPC was dead. He peered at the bottle again. ”An unexpected result. Fascinating.”
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !
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