Post by Brynhilder and Shock on Aug 2, 2015 4:37:55 GMT 1
Time and Date:: Midday, mid-devastating winter
Weather:: Cold, snow on the ground, patchy clouds
Previous Threads?:: n/a
Shock flounced through the forest, her face firmly set in the dragon equivalent of the human 'dragon-poo' face they sometimes got.
Stupid Bryn.
The dragon was angry, because Bryn was (in the dragon's opinion) being stupid. And by stupid, she meant spending time with other people. Other humans. Instead of her.
The fact that Bryn was working with/around flimsy wooden things in an attempt to make money to pay for important things didn't really register with Shock. Oh, dragon jealousy...
The jealous dragon in question finally realized that perhaps flouncing through the forest wasn't a viable solution, and instead headed for a nearby small river with the vague hope of catching some fish to eat and thereby salvage something out of her day. Her Bryn-less day.
Something moved in her general vicinity, causing noise. Not paying attention, Shock jumped in surprise and crouched uncertainly.
"Who is it?" She hissed, nostrils flaring. There was no prey-scent nearby, not that she could detect - though, to be fair, she wasn't looking/smelling very hard - so what was it?
Terrors, she decided. It must be Terrors! They were everywhere, plotting and scheming and...
...let us now draw a curtain over her internal rant.
Weather:: Cold, snow on the ground, patchy clouds
Previous Threads?:: n/a
Shock flounced through the forest, her face firmly set in the dragon equivalent of the human 'dragon-poo' face they sometimes got.
Stupid Bryn.
The dragon was angry, because Bryn was (in the dragon's opinion) being stupid. And by stupid, she meant spending time with other people. Other humans. Instead of her.
The fact that Bryn was working with/around flimsy wooden things in an attempt to make money to pay for important things didn't really register with Shock. Oh, dragon jealousy...
The jealous dragon in question finally realized that perhaps flouncing through the forest wasn't a viable solution, and instead headed for a nearby small river with the vague hope of catching some fish to eat and thereby salvage something out of her day. Her Bryn-less day.
Something moved in her general vicinity, causing noise. Not paying attention, Shock jumped in surprise and crouched uncertainly.
"Who is it?" She hissed, nostrils flaring. There was no prey-scent nearby, not that she could detect - though, to be fair, she wasn't looking/smelling very hard - so what was it?
Terrors, she decided. It must be Terrors! They were everywhere, plotting and scheming and...
...let us now draw a curtain over her internal rant.
