12-04-2020, 01:43 PM
Charlie did not intend to participate in any of what was going on. He and Bill, and hopefully Conrad and Clyde, were more than happy watching everything from the sidelines. Like many others at this point, Charlie had noticed a flaw in Stryker's plan, though he didn't mention it for if he truly intended to stay away from it all then it was not his business.
Still, he and his dragon showed up anyway. He should at the very least paint himself, if only to appear as though he was going to participate; perhaps instead of staying here he would go to Elysium and 'guard' them (truly, what were they expected to stop them from doing? the pacifist clan didn't do much of anything, and if all went well with the typhoon then they certainly wouldn't be running to the pitt for help).
Wordlessly the ginger and white feline stepped forward with a strange, intricate swish of his tail, and as if on command the little dragon swooped down, landing harshly on the ground before him. At once, Charlie dipped his paw in a purple dye and began to draw on Bill's smooth scales. Slowly, a pattern began to appear; three little dots on either side of the dragon's eyes, followed by a smooth arch under his eyes.
Charlie's tail flicked again, and the dragon moved away, lounging on a stone nearer to the ocean. He would be followed shortly by the feline himself, who had apparently not given his own design as much thought and had simply plunged his muzzle into the same purple dye, swiped a line across his cheekbones and the middle of his face and left.
Still, he and his dragon showed up anyway. He should at the very least paint himself, if only to appear as though he was going to participate; perhaps instead of staying here he would go to Elysium and 'guard' them (truly, what were they expected to stop them from doing? the pacifist clan didn't do much of anything, and if all went well with the typhoon then they certainly wouldn't be running to the pitt for help).
Wordlessly the ginger and white feline stepped forward with a strange, intricate swish of his tail, and as if on command the little dragon swooped down, landing harshly on the ground before him. At once, Charlie dipped his paw in a purple dye and began to draw on Bill's smooth scales. Slowly, a pattern began to appear; three little dots on either side of the dragon's eyes, followed by a smooth arch under his eyes.
Charlie's tail flicked again, and the dragon moved away, lounging on a stone nearer to the ocean. He would be followed shortly by the feline himself, who had apparently not given his own design as much thought and had simply plunged his muzzle into the same purple dye, swiped a line across his cheekbones and the middle of his face and left.
ONCE I START BREATHING FIRE YOU CAN'T TAME ME[/color]