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'̵̕͢.̡́͝'̧,,̀͝..'̡͘'̴,̢͡,̸'̴. ⚔ DRACO ([personal profile] keepstothecode) wrote in [community profile] sixwordstories2014-11-16 10:59 pm
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[Something large sniffs around your home.]
kittysdragon: (Lockheed Sad)

Yay Draco! Here's a fellow (Space) Dragon.

[personal profile] kittysdragon 2014-11-17 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Lockheed is instantly alert at the scent of... no, really, that's impossible. He's gonna glance out of the-

Huh. Well you're a much bigger dragon aren't you?]

Ah... hi?
bitterguardian: (medieval stare)

[personal profile] bitterguardian 2014-11-17 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Not so much home as a broken-down cottage, abandoned until recently. When the snow started coming in, somebody took up habitation of the place, and now there's the smell of roasting meat from the chimney.

Against wise judgement, the man inside opens the door at the sounds, a sword in one hand, and a glowing ring on the other. There is the distinct, ozone-tinged scent of magic power. The man looks out... and up.]

inquisitive_nature: (03. introspection)

[personal profile] inquisitive_nature 2014-11-17 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
It had been a couple years since Aldmor counted himself among the faithful of Tiamat, but certain things never left. Upon catching sight of the serpentine beast inspecting his camp, the priest bowed his head, holding his hands out to show the lack of hostile intent. "A pleasure, Lord Dragon," he intoned.

"If it pleases you, you may help your self to the fruits of my hunt: a bull elk is far more than I can consume alone."
familyissues: ({ Ohh here we go)

[personal profile] familyissues 2014-11-17 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Convalescing out in the boonies isn't exactly his idea of a good time, necessary as it is. The cabin is as remote as they get, off the grid and in the wilds, a lonely little place hemmed in by primordial woods on three sides and rugged mountain foothills on the other. It's maybe an hour drive into the little podunk town for supplies, a place that sees a decent amount of tourists a year bent on hiking their way to the meaning of life.

The whole place reminds Desmond of his childhood, only he's not a child anymore, but a winged Assassin still in need of being looked after. He's dozing in a chair when he hears the noise, a sound like a herd of snuffling elk nosing about for any edibles beneath the layer of fresh snow. Shrugging into a coat, a bit awkwardly with his right arm still in its sling, he bypasses the rifles in their cabinet and slips outside with the only other weapon he needs-- his camera.

To his credit he's silent as can be when he rounds the corner of the cabin, intending to get a few sneaky photos of his visitors and retreat back in out of the cold, but that...that's not a herd of elk. ]

...what the fuck.
polychromous: (you can be the King Kong)

[personal profile] polychromous 2014-11-17 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh... nooo, no no no, no.

[It's not that he's worried the forge is going to get nudged over or be terribly damaged by the investigation. By now, almost all of Haizea is entirely dragon-proofed against everything except one falling out of the sky and crushing buildings. All buildings have long been fireproof inside and out, but the Seville forge in particular has always had thick strong walls and a general resilience about it.

He's not worried this large creature is going to knock it over. He's worried that the aforementioned large creature is here.

Making swords all day hasn't made him any more likely to actually use one. He's just got a pair of tongs at the moment to wave rather fruitlessly at the dragon.

No. Scat. Shoo. You can't be here. Git.
caffinekid: (Ack!)

[personal profile] caffinekid 2014-11-25 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
*You can't blame Wyatt for staring out he window at the large dragon roaming around his house, can you?*

Oh this can't go well.

*It's a good thing his parents arn't home at the moment*