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10-25-2016, 04:00 PM
The Dragonling's invisible brow rose when the Sea Creature stated, hushed and commanded the presence of others with it's own brand of charm and a pinch of otherworldly know how. Did he buy it? Not particularly, and for the first time he found himself drawn to his mother when he saw her ashen pelt among the crowd. Did she feel the same as time, and even more, why was he wanting her voice at this hour, when all he had within was a nest of fiery serpents toward his absentee mother. But this wasn't an everday situation, and his divine parent was the perfect one, among his other divine relations, who he should look to in such uncertain times. He gives his father a searching look after a moment, if he has the same reservations he's having? The more he stood and watched the aquatic god-like being, the more his stomach twisted and turned in knots and his mind raced a mile a minute. This was almost too good to be true, how could anyone, and he meant anyone — just wander in after him without asking more questions. What if these creatures under the see were vicious? turned thirsty and brooding from their time away from the shoreline and company? Why hadn't the Earth God come and vouched for his far-flung relative? His maw turned towards with disgust when droves listened to him and cast caution to the wind, the seemingly too good to be true honeyed words like music to their ears. One after another, as he remained a pillar upon the beach, the brush of equine-made wind ruffled through his feathers. A huff escaped his patterned and flaming nostrils, idiots the lot of them, but still. He wouldn't be who he was unless he watched, and waited for the idiots to make a spectacle of themselves A painful sigh was lost to the ocean breeze as fur changed to scales, and leather wings stretched skyward as if to shake off some unknown rust. Steady strides are taken toward the water until the waves lap at his chest, he goes no further despite having taken a mouthful of weed as he walked past the offered pile. His scaled and horned head dipped beneath the waves, blinking past the salt water to try and see the bodies disappearing into the depths. "talk talk talk" These things I bury inside
to keep away from the light Don't you dare pray for me |
Tyrath stays on the beach, but goes into the waves deep enough to poke his head under the water.
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