01-11-2021, 11:42 PM
Great. More fucking strangers.
The snide scaled figurine would slide the bottles to the side, little anchoring their weightless concoctions to the floor. His body would straighten a tad, just enough to where he could be adequately admired. From his neck dangled a rather old and now tattered scarf, hues similar to his own draped along him. The sting of a sweet poison trembled and fell past his lips with each heave as he maneuvered his body to bask more in the waning sunlight. With this, his glimmering gaze would befall the first to approach. Soft words pitter-pattered past her maw and into his ears, with it an explanation.
Diya. She was very small proportionally to the large dragon. Her body was draped with intricate markings unlike his own faded colors. The way she presented herself was much neater as well, and it appeared her intentions on waltzing upon his day-drinking were innocent. However, after his long-lasted time in the rogue lands, he found himself trusting very little. How could he? His whole life was scattered with lies and abandonment, some small and some large. Therefore, he had to bite his tongue to avoid lashing a nasty drawl towards her to usher the small female away. No, he couldn't afford to jeopardize his chance at having a home. He had to behave. Be kind.
"Corrupttimelines. People used to call me Cory."
Ah, see, wasn't that easy?
That one was simple for him, an introduction with minimal effort from the barely tipsy man. However, the next one to approach wasn't as welcomed. Eulia's way of a first impression did not appease the large beast, his eyes taught and narrowed upon her as he tucked in his smaller set of wings. A soft snarl slipped past weary lips as he grumbled, turning his nose up from her. Telling him how much he should drink? Proposterious. Apparently, she didn't understand just how big his stature was and the amount of alcohol it took for him to feel a damn thing. Or...not feel a damn thing. Either way, he took this as disrespect. "I have to drink more to feel something. Take your concern to someone who cares," he told her simply, shifting his shoulders in a shrug.
Now for the leader.
Roxanne. It was an elegant name, and the female appeared to possess some dragonic features herself. Not that he minded it, but it was very evident that she knew Diya from the brush against her pelt. Good, the one I don't already despise, he thought, his gaze trailing amongst the duo. Were they a couple? Or was there something he was missing? Family? Cory couldn't really tell, considering he couldn't even remember his own family or what love really felt like. Actually, Cory hadn't felt much in a long time. It was like he was a stone lost in time, or an alien from another planet. All these people and their ideas were foreign to him, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to even make a halfhearted effort to get to know them. While knowing Roxanne and her intentions could be beneficial to his living here in the future, he wasn't sure if it was a step he wanted to take. After all, what if he just forgot who she was after meeting her? It seemed he had done that a lot.
Getting lost in your thoughts isn't helping this interaction end.
The male would cast his glance amongst the leader in particular now, dipping his head in a sort of respectful manner. With this, he allowed his signature smile to sneak upon his face, and his guard to wither into nothingness. "Pleasure. I'll stick with Roxanne for now," he told her, choosing to ignore the rather offhand comment on his drinking. Lord, was it really that much to them? He thought this should appear standard for his size and age. A gruff cough passed his lips as he sat, nodding his head off towards the water that lie within some form of view.
"What do you guys do here? For fun?" he finally asked, figuring he should entertain his guests.
The snide scaled figurine would slide the bottles to the side, little anchoring their weightless concoctions to the floor. His body would straighten a tad, just enough to where he could be adequately admired. From his neck dangled a rather old and now tattered scarf, hues similar to his own draped along him. The sting of a sweet poison trembled and fell past his lips with each heave as he maneuvered his body to bask more in the waning sunlight. With this, his glimmering gaze would befall the first to approach. Soft words pitter-pattered past her maw and into his ears, with it an explanation.
Diya. She was very small proportionally to the large dragon. Her body was draped with intricate markings unlike his own faded colors. The way she presented herself was much neater as well, and it appeared her intentions on waltzing upon his day-drinking were innocent. However, after his long-lasted time in the rogue lands, he found himself trusting very little. How could he? His whole life was scattered with lies and abandonment, some small and some large. Therefore, he had to bite his tongue to avoid lashing a nasty drawl towards her to usher the small female away. No, he couldn't afford to jeopardize his chance at having a home. He had to behave. Be kind.
"Corrupttimelines. People used to call me Cory."
Ah, see, wasn't that easy?
That one was simple for him, an introduction with minimal effort from the barely tipsy man. However, the next one to approach wasn't as welcomed. Eulia's way of a first impression did not appease the large beast, his eyes taught and narrowed upon her as he tucked in his smaller set of wings. A soft snarl slipped past weary lips as he grumbled, turning his nose up from her. Telling him how much he should drink? Proposterious. Apparently, she didn't understand just how big his stature was and the amount of alcohol it took for him to feel a damn thing. Or...not feel a damn thing. Either way, he took this as disrespect. "I have to drink more to feel something. Take your concern to someone who cares," he told her simply, shifting his shoulders in a shrug.
Now for the leader.
Roxanne. It was an elegant name, and the female appeared to possess some dragonic features herself. Not that he minded it, but it was very evident that she knew Diya from the brush against her pelt. Good, the one I don't already despise, he thought, his gaze trailing amongst the duo. Were they a couple? Or was there something he was missing? Family? Cory couldn't really tell, considering he couldn't even remember his own family or what love really felt like. Actually, Cory hadn't felt much in a long time. It was like he was a stone lost in time, or an alien from another planet. All these people and their ideas were foreign to him, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to even make a halfhearted effort to get to know them. While knowing Roxanne and her intentions could be beneficial to his living here in the future, he wasn't sure if it was a step he wanted to take. After all, what if he just forgot who she was after meeting her? It seemed he had done that a lot.
Getting lost in your thoughts isn't helping this interaction end.
The male would cast his glance amongst the leader in particular now, dipping his head in a sort of respectful manner. With this, he allowed his signature smile to sneak upon his face, and his guard to wither into nothingness. "Pleasure. I'll stick with Roxanne for now," he told her, choosing to ignore the rather offhand comment on his drinking. Lord, was it really that much to them? He thought this should appear standard for his size and age. A gruff cough passed his lips as he sat, nodding his head off towards the water that lie within some form of view.
"What do you guys do here? For fun?" he finally asked, figuring he should entertain his guests.
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