11-10-2018, 07:41 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: georgia; line-height: 105%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px"][font=georgia]Yes, it was strange for a dragon to speak like he had something other than material goods to protect. From what it sounded like, there were still other people here ... the dragon had just been there first to meet him. The pale-furred cat also deduced that someone other than the dragon had done the damage, seeing the way he glanced at the charred earth. Hobbitfoot was still wary, however, taking another step back as he searched for an escape route. He hesitated, however, when he saw a feline, not unlike himself, appear with seemingly no fear toward the giant beast. He glanced at her, nodded, and turned his attention back to the one who noticed him first.
"Well, why yes, indeed! I am not from any group." That was one thing he knew for sure, and he didn't think he would gain much by lying and saying that he was. Then it would be a game of Russian roulette, to guess the one Clan this Typhoon was allied with. "Raised by my mother, until ... fortune took over and now I'm here, and I guess you could say I was worried to see a place like this in ashes, and I mean, fire doesn't seem like something to come naturally here, you are on an island, after all." Hobbitfoot rambled, hoping he had somewhat answered the dragon's question.
"You know, yes, I am looking for a place to stay, so how about you let me stay here, share food and company, and I will help you all out in any way I can to rebuild after this nasty fire?" It seemed a pretty good offer to him. Now Hobbitfoot was shorter than average, but it was the thought that counted, and he really did try to have a compassionate heart. He was feeling that he could trust the dragon, so he wasn't feeling as spooked and hesitant.
"Well, why yes, indeed! I am not from any group." That was one thing he knew for sure, and he didn't think he would gain much by lying and saying that he was. Then it would be a game of Russian roulette, to guess the one Clan this Typhoon was allied with. "Raised by my mother, until ... fortune took over and now I'm here, and I guess you could say I was worried to see a place like this in ashes, and I mean, fire doesn't seem like something to come naturally here, you are on an island, after all." Hobbitfoot rambled, hoping he had somewhat answered the dragon's question.
"You know, yes, I am looking for a place to stay, so how about you let me stay here, share food and company, and I will help you all out in any way I can to rebuild after this nasty fire?" It seemed a pretty good offer to him. Now Hobbitfoot was shorter than average, but it was the thought that counted, and he really did try to have a compassionate heart. He was feeling that he could trust the dragon, so he wasn't feeling as spooked and hesitant.