10-22-2020, 12:38 AM
Just the day before, Charlie, his two brothers, and his pet dragon had ended up on the shores of the Coalition under similar circumstances; that is, looking for somewhere new and having decided to search via a boat, of course, but that did seem actually to perhaps be the only way to get here anyway.
That said, he hadn't whipped out a notebook and immediately began jotting anything down, but he had analyzed everything the eye could see since he'd got there; he remembered, obviously quite clearly as it had only happened the day previous, how he'd warned Conrad and Clyde that Stheno was actually a hybrid between a feline and a particularly dangerous breed of snake with high concentrations of venom, and also that a fair few of the plants around here were actually carnivorous, though upon taking a closer (though still safe) look, also discovered that said plants had been put there by someone, and were not in fact native to the island as far as he knew.
Still, he'd received a mostly warm (if indifferent) welcome, and upon hearing Bonita's call for attention had decided he should probably at the very least be polite (not that he wouldn't have been anyway, if only for the fear that his mother, kind as she was, would suddenly teleport to his side and beat him with his own copy of Men Who Like Dragons Too Much).
He ambled somewhat leisurely towards the tiguar, bright green eyes surveying her with intrigue he hadn't even tried to hide (true it was that Charlie rarely saw anyone and/or anything beyond the science behind them and/or it), and cleared his throat quietly, surveying her coat and wondering how nature decided to come up with such a pattern (and, as an afterthought, what nature thought it was trying to scare away; tigers and jaguars very rarely had to use their coats to hide from predators due to the fact that, well, they are the predators, and with the additional wings, this particular hybrid didn't seem to need much help from nature at all).
It took him a moment, but he managed to snap himself out of his reverie long enough to answer her question; "Oh, yeap, sorry, that'd be me- and uh, my brothers, and Bill should be around here somewhere- what'd you need?" he had, of course, conveniently forgot to mention the presence of a particularly large group of particularly unfriendly creatures.
That said, he hadn't whipped out a notebook and immediately began jotting anything down, but he had analyzed everything the eye could see since he'd got there; he remembered, obviously quite clearly as it had only happened the day previous, how he'd warned Conrad and Clyde that Stheno was actually a hybrid between a feline and a particularly dangerous breed of snake with high concentrations of venom, and also that a fair few of the plants around here were actually carnivorous, though upon taking a closer (though still safe) look, also discovered that said plants had been put there by someone, and were not in fact native to the island as far as he knew.
Still, he'd received a mostly warm (if indifferent) welcome, and upon hearing Bonita's call for attention had decided he should probably at the very least be polite (not that he wouldn't have been anyway, if only for the fear that his mother, kind as she was, would suddenly teleport to his side and beat him with his own copy of Men Who Like Dragons Too Much).
He ambled somewhat leisurely towards the tiguar, bright green eyes surveying her with intrigue he hadn't even tried to hide (true it was that Charlie rarely saw anyone and/or anything beyond the science behind them and/or it), and cleared his throat quietly, surveying her coat and wondering how nature decided to come up with such a pattern (and, as an afterthought, what nature thought it was trying to scare away; tigers and jaguars very rarely had to use their coats to hide from predators due to the fact that, well, they are the predators, and with the additional wings, this particular hybrid didn't seem to need much help from nature at all).
It took him a moment, but he managed to snap himself out of his reverie long enough to answer her question; "Oh, yeap, sorry, that'd be me- and uh, my brothers, and Bill should be around here somewhere- what'd you need?" he had, of course, conveniently forgot to mention the presence of a particularly large group of particularly unfriendly creatures.
ONCE I START BREATHING FIRE YOU CAN'T TAME ME