Dragonplated - Blog Posts
私は死んでる, 私は死んでる, 私は死んでる-
The only thing he can see inside is the burning mask of a sleeping hisuian braviary, slightly illuminating the dark. Kou and Konno were taking turns on watch, Ayu's first mistake there.
Private property? Who owned land literally in the middle of nowhere and so far from other people? Then again, this wasn't Hisui, she didn't know what was the norm here anymore, now did she?
Still, almost in the meekest act of defiance she can muster, Ayu didn't move even still, her cap over her mouth in an instantaneous and seemingly good idea to maybe muffle the sound of her breathing. For all she knew this was a bandit or something like that, and she didn't want to walk into awaiting wicked hands.
"I-I didn't see that posted anywhere-" she starts, before already questioning herself. Shoot, she could've spoken native tongue and fiend not being bilingual? Well, too late now-
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Ayu doesn't like those eyes that stared inside her rock tent Kou had made for her. The arcanine was barking for a little while, before he'd gone quiet, and that concerned the young trainer more than anything right now. What is he doing out there??
Said 'legendary pokémon' currently is looking up at the Dragon Champion, muzzle on his chest and looking up at the human like...well, the canine he is.
Not so much of a guard dog, is he?
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Ayu doesn't like those eyes that stared inside her rock tent Kou had made for her. The arcanine was barking for a little while, before he'd gone quiet, and that concerned the young trainer more than anything right now. What is he doing out there??
Said 'legendary pokémon' currently is looking up at the Dragon Champion, muzzle on his chest and looking up at the human like...well, the canine he is.
Not so much of a guard dog, is he?
"So you're looking for a home." Lance crosses his arms, looking the odd dragon over thoughtfully within the dark forest. Not a pokemon, apparently despite their appearance. But they are dragons and they're in desperate need of a safe haven now, a home where they can live without fear or danger. They're willing to do anything for that assurance. His eyes gleam for a moment, before he straightens. "Alright. I think I can help you. How many dragons are there?"
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐇. Relying on a scavenger human for help. When did he stoop so low? Forget his personal feelings, he had a DUTY to protect his tribe - by any means necessary. 〝 Yes... 〞 The gravel voice hissed, lowering his head to meet the stranger at eye level. 〝 There are about FORTY of us. 〞