05-09-2019, 02:40 PM
//OOC
His reptilian heart pumped slowly in an attempt to make up for the lack of energy and heat that his body couldn’t provide. Sinking deeper into the black tar of sleep, tense muscles began to relax. Should he really stay here? Maybe not, but... everything hurt, and he was tired. Why couldn’t he just be left alone? Come spring, he could pack up his belongings and leave for somewhere safer.
The inky blackness behind closed eyelids offered a sense of security that he knew, on some level of his sluggish mind, wasn’t there. He wanted to care- but he didn’t. So tired...
Shifting on his thin blanket, the last alert piece of his mind snatched the words spewed by the poltergeist nearby. Stirring and mumbling, as the situation hadn’t quite hit him yet, he moved his head, squinting to readjust to vision once more. Wait- wait- eyes settled on the scruffy boy peering into his home. A sharp purple light flared to life. Reacting instinctively, his head jerked back, and slammed against the wall. Following suit, red light sparked violently. He stumbled to his feet and took a defensive stance. The red light dimmed itself into a dull pulse, but the purple remained strong.
A stony silence began to stretch out as he tried to decrypt the boy’s words in his mind. Hunters. Catch up? It was obvious that gears were turning in his mind- a soft magenta light joined the fray. Was this the same boy that stabbed one of the hunters? Was he here to help?
Although tense and distrustful, he swallowed hard and shakily straightened up. The purple light dimmed, allowing darkness to creep in at the edges of the den. “C-can’t,” he managed awkwardly. His mouth wasn’t built to speak human languages. “Buh-booh-kss.” Repeatedly shooting glances in the freckled face’s direction, he shuffled back to his blanket. Pausing, he looked from the books to the human. “Sssstall?”
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSHis reptilian heart pumped slowly in an attempt to make up for the lack of energy and heat that his body couldn’t provide. Sinking deeper into the black tar of sleep, tense muscles began to relax. Should he really stay here? Maybe not, but... everything hurt, and he was tired. Why couldn’t he just be left alone? Come spring, he could pack up his belongings and leave for somewhere safer.
The inky blackness behind closed eyelids offered a sense of security that he knew, on some level of his sluggish mind, wasn’t there. He wanted to care- but he didn’t. So tired...
Shifting on his thin blanket, the last alert piece of his mind snatched the words spewed by the poltergeist nearby. Stirring and mumbling, as the situation hadn’t quite hit him yet, he moved his head, squinting to readjust to vision once more. Wait- wait- eyes settled on the scruffy boy peering into his home. A sharp purple light flared to life. Reacting instinctively, his head jerked back, and slammed against the wall. Following suit, red light sparked violently. He stumbled to his feet and took a defensive stance. The red light dimmed itself into a dull pulse, but the purple remained strong.
A stony silence began to stretch out as he tried to decrypt the boy’s words in his mind. Hunters. Catch up? It was obvious that gears were turning in his mind- a soft magenta light joined the fray. Was this the same boy that stabbed one of the hunters? Was he here to help?
Although tense and distrustful, he swallowed hard and shakily straightened up. The purple light dimmed, allowing darkness to creep in at the edges of the den. “C-can’t,” he managed awkwardly. His mouth wasn’t built to speak human languages. “Buh-booh-kss.” Repeatedly shooting glances in the freckled face’s direction, he shuffled back to his blanket. Pausing, he looked from the books to the human. “Sssstall?”
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !