03-17-2018, 07:00 AM
//OOC
He’d traveled far from the place that had once been his home. How had he ended up here? In this boggy, wet, radioactive, run-down town and forest? Following a ghost around for reasons that were still somewhat unclear to him? If only he knew.
The reptile had first discovered the ghost around a year and a half ago, a bored and angry human child wandering the woods, snarling at anything that walked by and aimlessly setting traps in the foliage. He’d like to believe that he remained undetected while he followed the boy. At least, until his ankle had been caught in a snare trap and he’d hung helplessly while the ghost stared and cackled unnervingly.
The truth was, the poltergeist had probably been aware of his unwanted tag along the whole time, but chose to ignore him.
Having been stuck hanging from the trap, the young dragon was left struggling, unable to free himself. It had only taken an hour after his capture to be abandoned by the ghost, having had his laugh. But the dragon had been trapped all day. He couldn’t free his ankle despite his efforts. Miserable and hungry he’d given up, his upper torso slouched on the wet ground and his rear suspended painfully in the air.
Unfitfully he’d fallen into a snooze. In the middle of the night the rope had snapped, and Ska’arq had received a rather surprising wake up call as he hit the ground. Head shooting up, startled, he could make out luminous amber eyes staring from the undergrowth before they vanished.
Since then he’d followed the ghost closer than ever, curious as to why he’d bothered to set him free and, in a sense, grateful. The human had tried to scare him off multiple times. Sometimes it was unexpected and it worked, but the purple winged lizard would always come back. The two couldn’t understand each other’s words, but the friendship still grew, even in silence.
Now he sat at the very back of the crowd, anxiously shuffling his feet as he stared at the strangers shouting challenges to the human-now-cat. The sudden transformation had come abruptly and strangely. The two had suddenly been able to understand each other. It was a strange experience. Then the ghost - Beck - had gone around gathering the wretched animals of the forest and, well, here they were.
He felt uncomfortable in the growing crowd, choosing to keep his mouth shut. The dragon fiddled with the vials around his neck. There were twelve. He was in the process of making the last one. Cyan eyes flickered up to the mangy cat standing on the stone, doubt flooding his mind. Would this really work? Would any of these animals work together and trust each other? He still didn’t understand trust.
Looking down at his muddy feet again, Ska’arq chose to remain silent.
ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS
He’d traveled far from the place that had once been his home. How had he ended up here? In this boggy, wet, radioactive, run-down town and forest? Following a ghost around for reasons that were still somewhat unclear to him? If only he knew.
The reptile had first discovered the ghost around a year and a half ago, a bored and angry human child wandering the woods, snarling at anything that walked by and aimlessly setting traps in the foliage. He’d like to believe that he remained undetected while he followed the boy. At least, until his ankle had been caught in a snare trap and he’d hung helplessly while the ghost stared and cackled unnervingly.
The truth was, the poltergeist had probably been aware of his unwanted tag along the whole time, but chose to ignore him.
Having been stuck hanging from the trap, the young dragon was left struggling, unable to free himself. It had only taken an hour after his capture to be abandoned by the ghost, having had his laugh. But the dragon had been trapped all day. He couldn’t free his ankle despite his efforts. Miserable and hungry he’d given up, his upper torso slouched on the wet ground and his rear suspended painfully in the air.
Unfitfully he’d fallen into a snooze. In the middle of the night the rope had snapped, and Ska’arq had received a rather surprising wake up call as he hit the ground. Head shooting up, startled, he could make out luminous amber eyes staring from the undergrowth before they vanished.
Since then he’d followed the ghost closer than ever, curious as to why he’d bothered to set him free and, in a sense, grateful. The human had tried to scare him off multiple times. Sometimes it was unexpected and it worked, but the purple winged lizard would always come back. The two couldn’t understand each other’s words, but the friendship still grew, even in silence.
Now he sat at the very back of the crowd, anxiously shuffling his feet as he stared at the strangers shouting challenges to the human-now-cat. The sudden transformation had come abruptly and strangely. The two had suddenly been able to understand each other. It was a strange experience. Then the ghost - Beck - had gone around gathering the wretched animals of the forest and, well, here they were.
He felt uncomfortable in the growing crowd, choosing to keep his mouth shut. The dragon fiddled with the vials around his neck. There were twelve. He was in the process of making the last one. Cyan eyes flickered up to the mangy cat standing on the stone, doubt flooding his mind. Would this really work? Would any of these animals work together and trust each other? He still didn’t understand trust.
Looking down at his muddy feet again, Ska’arq chose to remain silent.
ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !