wilderlogs | [OPEN] Here There Be A Dragon

Who: Alacruun and OPEN
What: A new arrival gets used to everything.
Where: Melai Temple and surroundings.
When: Shortly after the new batch of arrivals shows up.
Warnings/Notes: Dragon.

Alacruun is not all that pleased by this development. There's something to be said for being (relatively) free and no longer stuck hopping a ride in someone else's body or having to communicate via divination, but he's also on another world, being asked to help save it. Which isn't entirely his first choice of activities, but if it will prevent damage to the world he lives in, it's worthwhile in the end. He can put aside his plans - he's been waiting for eons already, he can wait a little longer - and cooperate. For now.

Not that he's fond of their surroundings, either. The dragon - horse-sized, black scales, horns, and yellow-green eyes - has set up camp on the front steps for the temple, keeping a weather eye on the surrounding forest. He's determined that he's not going to be a humanoid if he doesn't have to be - at least not for now - and even if they've stripped him of his power, he's going to enjoy the freedom to stretch his draconic limbs and just lounge.

At least for a little while. Even if for whatever reason, there's a creeping feeling of irritation that keeps nagging at him. He isn't sure why. There's nothing that he can't really compartmentalize, so - what's bothering him?

He almost looks asleep at first glance, half blocking the front steps, large head resting on his forepaws. However, both eyes are open in tiny slits, just exposing the dark of his pupils. Anyone who wants to come up the stairs is going to have to go around him or over him.

Maybe it's a social experiment.

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Daryl had noticed the big ass reptile that looked vaguely-dragonish within a few hours of him taking over the steps like a cat that didn't know it's own boundaries. It wasn't trying to come inside though and it seemed to be sleeping. But maybe that was because it couldn't. There was something comforting about the temple, like nothing truly bad could harm them while they were inside. Which of course meant he was far more paranoid about staying there, but it had been seeping into him, that feeling of peace, for a few days now and he was thinking maybe it was safer than instinct first made it out to be.

None of that dealt with the dragon, however, save that if it was a foe it might not be able to come at them quite so hard. But if it wasn't... maybe it could be friendly like the tiger he'd met not that long ago.

So after a few more hours of debating his method of approach, Daryl shouldered his crossbow and started down the steps, walking around the dragon, but only just skirting it. Real close, ready to retaliate if he got attacked, just... pushing the envelope a little to see what he'd get.

Alacruun has been dozing off and on and trying to keep an eye on peoples comings and goings. He wants to learn more about the people he's meant to work with. His method just happens to entail making a bit of a nuisance of himself at time. No big deal, right? Humans were maneuverable enough to step around him. His weight shifts slightly as he feels the vibrations of someone coming down the walkway and after a long moment, his eyes open and he regards Daryl with a lazy, reptilian look.

"I'm not going to eat you, you know," he comments after a moment, sounding incredibly pleased with himself.

He'll probably equally satisfied with the startled flinch and quick back-pedal Daryl gave at his speech. Much as he'd been trying to play it a little cool, he couldn't help the reaction. Big ass dragon-thing talks.

He should really expect it by now, but, well...

After a second or two, the tension didn't really go out of his body, but he seemed to get a handle on himself pretty well and lifted his chin in a jerky nod, "...kay."

"You're not mute are ypu? That would be irritating," Alacruun thinks aloud, regarding Daryl with a sort of detached interest. He's still meeting all of these people and figuring out who they are, what they want, how they all fit into this. He makes a noise - something thoughtful - at the back of his throat.

"You could at least give me your name."

"You ain't given me yours," was the almost-knee-jerk reply. He definitely wasn't mute. But he also was very not used to seeing dragons or them talking. This was straight out of some b-movie with a decent effects budget.

"Fair enough," Alacruun chuckles. He has the luxury of not being all that startled or potentially afraid. He doesn't fear humans. If anything he finds them amusing. He tap-taps his claws against the stones and then opens his mouth in something resembling a smile.

"I am Alacruun. Apparently we're to be working together."

[OPEN] Here There Be A Dragon

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