10-20-2020, 10:32 PM
Well, there's no denying it- there is undoubtedly no safe way to get off the sodding island. At first it had seemed clear how to get across from Haven Island to wherever they were now; he had a literal pet dragon, dragons have wings, he could carry them across, right? Wrong. It had become clear that Clyde's fat arse was too heavy for the creature even on his own, and while Charlie could teleport at will, that didn't do much to help the aforementioned wolf, because his beastie would have absolutely no trouble bringing Conrad anywhere, his only worry in that department being that Bill might just eat the rabbit.
Anyway, in the end they'd managed to build a rickety little boat that was stable enough, somehow, to support Conrad and Clyde, while Charlie himself hopped between the boat and Bill's back occasionally- because though Bill was a dragon, he wasn't an overly large dragon, and he needed to rest his muscles from carrying a feline almost the same size as him sometimes.
Nevertheless they eventually made it to the further islands- no idea what they were called, mind you, or who lived there or if anyone lived there at all until they made it to the shore and the combined scents of several others hit him full in the face over the smell of sea salt and Conrad's breath- veggies and other rabbit foods really did smell awful, did you know?- and with a foreboding sense of dread, Charlie thought that maybe they'd just found another of the ridiculous clans- Charlie had always been a bit of a lone wolf, figuratively of course, until he'd found Bill, Clyde and Conrad, and even then he didn't fancy large crowds all too much.
Whatever, they couldn't really go back now, could they? The current wouldn't allow it, just keep washing them back up here. He sighed, stepping off the boat and onto the shore while eyeing various dangerous looking plants wearily... This place didn't look friendly in the slightest. "Come now, you two, and stay away from those plants- and my satchel, Clyde, I can't see you but I know what you're thinking."
Anyway, in the end they'd managed to build a rickety little boat that was stable enough, somehow, to support Conrad and Clyde, while Charlie himself hopped between the boat and Bill's back occasionally- because though Bill was a dragon, he wasn't an overly large dragon, and he needed to rest his muscles from carrying a feline almost the same size as him sometimes.
Nevertheless they eventually made it to the further islands- no idea what they were called, mind you, or who lived there or if anyone lived there at all until they made it to the shore and the combined scents of several others hit him full in the face over the smell of sea salt and Conrad's breath- veggies and other rabbit foods really did smell awful, did you know?- and with a foreboding sense of dread, Charlie thought that maybe they'd just found another of the ridiculous clans- Charlie had always been a bit of a lone wolf, figuratively of course, until he'd found Bill, Clyde and Conrad, and even then he didn't fancy large crowds all too much.
Whatever, they couldn't really go back now, could they? The current wouldn't allow it, just keep washing them back up here. He sighed, stepping off the boat and onto the shore while eyeing various dangerous looking plants wearily... This place didn't look friendly in the slightest. "Come now, you two, and stay away from those plants- and my satchel, Clyde, I can't see you but I know what you're thinking."
ONCE I START BREATHING FIRE YOU CAN'T TAME ME