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'̵̕͢.̡́͝'̧,,̀͝..'̡͘'̴,̢͡,̸'̴. ⚔ DRACO ([personal profile] keepstothecode) wrote in [community profile] sixwordstories2013-06-07 01:15 am
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[Something large, hulking crosses your window.]
mind_overmatter: (oh now?)

Holy crap, I was literally -just- telling my friend about this movie

[personal profile] mind_overmatter 2013-06-07 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[The windows there aren't large, so by the time the shadow has hit Lee's field of view, it's already too late to catch a glimpse of anything.

...But that was far too big even to be the hulking form of the paladin Lee has taken to being in the company of. Too big to be anyone from her party, in fact, and it has her darting instantly and quietly to the door of the Inn. It parts a crack, giving her a sliver of view to the outside, and she glances intently out...]
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[personal profile] thegrimmismine 2013-06-07 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Sean looks up from the pile of maps and graphs and does a double take. Was that a dragon.....a dragon now.....dear god how could his life get worse. Sean sighs and heads out of the department onto the street tracking the dragon with his keen senses.]
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[personal profile] mind_overmatter 2013-06-07 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee gasps in shock, jumping back instinctively and landing on her toes, ready to run. To or from? There's windows behind her, she could squeeze through one of them if she can make it that far. The door is fully blocked by a scaled snout that must be-- except that it can't possibly be--

Lee swallows, stubborn. It's still a few moments before she can bark out a question.]

Who are you? [Because while this creature may be sniffing the air like a 'what', Lee's suspicions are telling her this is most certainly a 'who'.]
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[personal profile] thegrimmismine 2013-06-07 01:24 am (UTC)(link)

[Sean raises an eyebrow his only sign of surprise and follows. None of the humans on the street seem to be reacting and he is now wondering if the dragon is trying to get his attention. He comes around the corner his own hidden wings now longing for flight.]

Hello....can you speak?

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[personal profile] mind_overmatter 2013-06-07 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[The voice that issues from the mouth in her doorway rattles her ribcage, and Lee feels her heart pick up pace in concern. His question is so unexpected and commanding that Lee doesn't think to not answer. But how to answer?

Her spine straightens and she plants herself a little more squarely, less poised to run at the first sign of smoke.]

I try to be. But I have a long way to go before I can have the honor of saying that. [She takes a step back towards the door, cautious but curious and now acutely aware of being focused on.]

Are you-- Are you a dragon? [And if that answer is 'yes', how is she still alive?]
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[personal profile] conjuredskies 2013-06-07 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[A crumbling old fort is a perfectly legitimate place to nap - after you've settled your differences with any inhabitants still creaking about the place. It's out of the wind and out of the rain, and Felix has managed to clear the undead bodies out of his tower, which makes him much more comfortable.]

[He's just dozing off when that shadow swoops across the room. The dozing conjurer rolls onto his feet again, disoriented, purple energy flaring from one hand. Felix presses up against one of the cracks in the wall and peers through. He's not actually sure what woke him, but he hopes he didn't leave any draugr standing - or worse, wake up something bigger...]
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[personal profile] conjuredskies 2013-06-07 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's left a noticeable pile of singed undead in the yard below his napping spot, and the air still feels subtly warped in the wake of his art. But he's not thinking of that. He just hears the beat of wings - enormous wings - and his heart skips a beat as he narrows down the possibilities. There really aren't many left. Felix moves from one tumbledown gap to another, trying to get a view of what's landed in the courtyard. It makes him wish his familiars weren't so limited. Right now he'd give a lot to see through the eyes of something small and inedible.]

[Then he reaches the remains of a real window. The broken arch lets him glimpse what he's missing. Enough to realise what's arrived. And he can't help it: he peers closer for a minute, mouth open. Common sense is screaming 'get the hell down!' but the only thought he can muster is: who in the Void has he angered this much?]
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[personal profile] conjuredskies 2013-06-08 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[That spurs him to drag himself down, huddling against the stonework. He's barely seen a dragon before - mere weeks ago he thought them extinct for good. But he's sure this one isn't happy.]

[He can conjure some vivid images of what'll happen if it tries to burn him out of these confines. Not a chance he's waiting for that. He'll have to risk a distraction. Not a familiar - it's too weak and a dragon too clever to waste much time on it. Better idea, then.]

[Felix flexes tense fingers in his leather gauntlets and reaches out to an old ally. He opens the way and the atronach takes shape across the little room from him, a feminine figure of shimmering elemental fire. He urges it hastily toward the stairs. If it goes up and he goes down, maybe it'll keep their scaly friend occupied...]
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[personal profile] conjuredskies 2013-06-08 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Once he reckons the daedra's near the top of the broken tower, Felix takes a deep breath and scrambles for the nearest hole. There's no teeth on the other side, which seems like a good start. He just has to be very quiet climbing through onto the walls. But it's only while doing so he realises it is quiet. Really quiet. Wasn't his atronach supposed to be drawing fire right about now?]

[He looks around in sudden alarm - and promptly slips back onto the rubble, scattering stones under him. Crap, crap, where's the- oh. There it is. And it's... leaving?]

[Felix hesitates, even as his hands grasp at the rock to pull him up. His instincts are tingling. This picture isn't right. What's going on here?]
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[personal profile] thegrimmismine 2013-06-08 02:12 am (UTC)(link)

[Sean chuckles and shakes his head glances back at the street.]

I am nothing like most of those people. I notice...in my line of work you have to...it keeps you alive. However I don't need imagination to see the weird I just see it.

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[personal profile] mind_overmatter 2013-06-08 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[She feels as though she's passed a test, and a small flutter of relief shivers past her nervous heart. Curiosity is kicking into gear now, beginning to help her override any lingering doubts. Lee steps through the door, glancing down at the ground where his great claws dug in the dirt. Her entire left foot, as she walks past, fits perfectly into one of the created hollows.

When she's come from around the door, Lee's eyes widen in shock but she sets her jaw tightly to keep in a gasp. He's massive but nothing like the dragons she's seen in her parents' paintings, their long bodies like ribbons in the sky. He looks like the dragons the folks around here portray, stout and square. Is he a source of wisdom or a scourge for this town?

He's surely, obviously older than her though, and of an unquestionably higher rank.

Lee bows and is very aware of the bare back of her neck before she straightens once again.]

Elder. [It's the only form of address Lee feels is appropriate.]
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[personal profile] conjuredskies 2013-06-09 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh gods above and daedra beyond. He flinches for an instant, expecting to be snapped up like a tasty Cyrodiilic snack. But it doesn't happen. Instead Felix finds himself staring in surprise at a retreating dragon, with the sudden sense of something about to slip out of reach.]

Wait! [Later he'll reason that if the dragon wanted him dead, he'd already be a little black smear on the wall. This isn't reason speaking. It's instinct, sensing indecision and latching on to it. He's met hostile people and vicious monsters and beings who simply see his kind as prey, but this feels different. It isn't an attack - it's not even an enthusiastic threat, really.]

Don't- [Go? Eat him? Set anything on fire? There are a lot of things he'd like this dragon not to do right now.] Uh. Please... excuse my intrusion?
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[personal profile] conjuredskies 2013-06-09 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Felix swallows, ducks his head beneath the voice ringing in his ears. What he's agreeing to seems a small detail beside the thrill of success - and relief. He scrambles down to a safer footing, eyes on Draco to make sure this provokes no agitated response.]

You have my word, though I'm no knight, sir. [He bows as much as his perch allows, just for good measure. Are dragons normally so secretive? Not in the stories - but in the stories, he remembers, those dragons end up dead. He's not clear on how the dragons were driven from Tamriel long ago; it's obvious though that this one is a survivor.] Just a humble mage, passing through on my travels.

[He has armour, it's true, but only leather, and the only steel he carries is a short dagger. In that respect, at last, he's no threat to Draco.]
mind_overmatter: (don't give me those puppy eyes woman)

[personal profile] mind_overmatter 2013-06-10 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee knows that, even in their folklore, dragons can play the part of a villain or a trusted (if reclusive) advisor, and shying away from the monstrous force in front of her won't help her case. What would she have done, to try to refuse his offer? No, she's going to have to give him the benefit of the doubt, no matter how instinct wars with intrigue as she watches his great head bow back at her.

Her mouth even twitches at one corner, unsure about smiling back but in a bit of giddy awe at what's happening.

--What was that he just said? 'My humans' has her stiffening a bit, suspicion gripping her chest tight and stealing her words for a moment. She doesn't shy away when she speaks, though.] 'Your humans'? [Your humans for eating, for friends, just for talking...?

Her staff might as well be miles away right now, inside the Inn, and no force that Lee can provide would make a dent in dragon hide anyway.]
Edited 2013-06-10 00:51 (UTC)
guardshapedproblems: (Shocked | Gasp | :O)

OMG I adored this movie as a kid

[personal profile] guardshapedproblems 2013-06-13 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Robin was actually on his way out that very window because he needs to sneak back into the forest before anybody notices he's visiting his old manor, and he pauses, blinks, and tilts his head. Had that been a-

He shakes his head, thinking that he's just being ridiculous. Dragons don't even exist! He lifts a leg, throwing it over the sill, getting ready to crawl out onto the ledge outside.]