Smaug (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
greatdragon) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
sixwordstories2015-08-30 02:10 am
greatdragon) wrote in sixwordstories2015-08-30 02:10 am
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Strange creatures, humans. Weak and frail.
And yet, they have such passion. Their lives are so brief, it is as if they must make every moment count. It is... admirable.
Should I play it like he's captured? Or that she doesn't know who he is?
greatdragon
2015-08-30 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[He gives a short noise of disgust through his nose] It is feeble. They are not worth the skin they walk in.
And what gives you the right to make that determination?
[He moves towards the bars, peering through them at her with dark eyes.]
I am far beyond any mortal human. Or immortal she-elf. If this experience has given me insight into anything at all, it is that humans are soft and vulnerable.
I am far beyond any mortal human. Or immortal she-elf. If this experience has given me insight into anything at all, it is that humans are soft and vulnerable.
Oh? And how are you beyond them now, oh mighty Smaug? You are just as vulnerable as they are.
If we be so frail and weak then we would have succumb to nature long ago.
[His expression darkens, a sneer of anger.]
A situation I plan to rectify in all due time.
[Till then...he will pretend to sit in this cell quietly. Possibly just as much a danger inside as he was outside of the bars.]
A situation I plan to rectify in all due time.
[Till then...he will pretend to sit in this cell quietly. Possibly just as much a danger inside as he was outside of the bars.]
And tricks the innocent.
[A spark of curiosity.]
What do they call you and where do you come from?
[A spark of curiosity.]
What do they call you and where do you come from?
Men call me Conan, and I hail from a land known as Cimmeria.
[His own, dark eyes flashed with a sharpened sense of curiosity as well.] And to whom am I speaking with?
[His own, dark eyes flashed with a sharpened sense of curiosity as well.] And to whom am I speaking with?
[He circles slightly, used to a rather longer neck than he has right now.]
I am Smaug the terrible, the golden, the voice of death in Middle Earth.
I am Smaug the terrible, the golden, the voice of death in Middle Earth.
[Conan moved in step with him, this one is a predator, he could tell. Yet still the barbarian man was not all that phased by the other.]
Yet I have heard neither of you nor of Middle Earth.
Yet I have heard neither of you nor of Middle Earth.
[He smirks mockingly.]
Perhaps ignorant was the right word.
[Never mind that he'd never heard of Cimmeria. That was neither here nor there, more fun to taunt the poor man.]
It matters not. I care not for any of you insects, when I am restored this will all be a mere trifle.
Perhaps ignorant was the right word.
[Never mind that he'd never heard of Cimmeria. That was neither here nor there, more fun to taunt the poor man.]
It matters not. I care not for any of you insects, when I am restored this will all be a mere trifle.
You will have to come visit often, elf.
[Turnabout was fair play.]
Or do you hope to turn me from my evil ways? [amused look]
[Turnabout was fair play.]
Or do you hope to turn me from my evil ways? [amused look]
*She looked amused as well, and arched an elegant eyebrow at his words.*
And are you worth redeeming?
And are you worth redeeming?
[He puts on a rather impressive look of innocence and sincerity.]
I've learned the error of my ways. I only hope that I may be able to see daylight once more before I perish here in the darkness of this prison. That my life might be spared.
[The innocence bleeds out of his face just as quickly as he put it on, a mocking smile in it's place.] That's what you wanted to hear, right?
I've learned the error of my ways. I only hope that I may be able to see daylight once more before I perish here in the darkness of this prison. That my life might be spared.
[The innocence bleeds out of his face just as quickly as he put it on, a mocking smile in it's place.] That's what you wanted to hear, right?
No, it is not. Though the false sincerity is most impressive.
[No, he would not give a reaction, instead his face remains as stoic as ever.]
Restored to what? Enlighten me.
Restored to what? Enlighten me.
Then perhaps you should kill me. Before something happens.
[That sounds distinctly like a threat.]
[That sounds distinctly like a threat.]
[Impressive patience, this one has.]
To my former greatness. Scales like steel plates, claws sharp as spears, wings of a hurricane... [Goodness, he almost sounds wistful.]
To my former greatness. Scales like steel plates, claws sharp as spears, wings of a hurricane... [Goodness, he almost sounds wistful.]
Page 1 of 4