ORIGIN

It seemed as if those cats were intent on educating him about the way of the "All Mother". The gray one with a stupid raven feather was lecturing him about the supposed prayer granting abilities of the white mushroom. Why should he worry? Why should he care? He shouldn't... With an annoyed huff he turned and left right in the middle of her speech as he shouted a "yeah, sure, totally believe you" before taking off. The kitten couldn't follow him when he was in the air. Not like she would anyhow, she was far too absorbed with the mushroom.

The dragon landed a fair distance away and walked towards the Eyes. For such a large creature he was walking rather quietly... minus the sounds of breaking foliage and his sweeping tail across the ground. Not that he cared. He was a dragon, why should he care about making noise? Everyone else should be worried about alerting him to their presence. Perhaps if others were in that mind he wouldn't have suddenly happened upon the sleeping creature near the water.

His head tilted to the side as he examined it but he didn't feel like being an ass and disturbing it so he went around. He dunked his head down into the water and began to shovel great mouthfuls into his great maw. He wasn't intending to be loud but with his slurping it'd probably be difficult not to hear him.

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It wasn't the sound of the creature stirring that alerted him, it was the movement of the earth. He felt it as a small rumbling in his paws while he drank. It caught his attention as he looked curiously down at his feet. When he saw nothing that would make the ground beneath him move he turned his attention elsewhere, right towards the sleeping creature who wasn't sleeping anymore. His intelligent pink eyes stared down at her while his large ears lifted and turned straight in her direction.

She certainly was a tiny thing, although at his size most gembounds were tiny. Still, she could set a record. He wasn't even sure if she was Booker's size and that was saying something. He blinked his large eyes at her slowly, trying to settle that aura of fear which radiated off of her. He knew fear when he saw it. All of his prey oozed it when they saw him dropping down from the sky so he figured himself a connoisseur of fearfulness.

He made sure his wings were tucked securely at his sides and he arched his neck downwards, trying to make himself seem smaller and less-threatening to her. His voice was low and gentle as it rumbled out of his throat, "Didn't mean to wake you up, tiny. You don't have to run away." Here he gave a slight one-sided grin. "You're too small for me to eat anyways." He gave a slight chuckle as he turned his attention back to the water and began to gulp down more mouthfuls.

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His ear twitched when he heard her verbal uncertainty but he did nothing at first. Only finished his drink and only then did he turned back towards her. His ears twitched upwards as he waited for her to finally get her question out. It was a couple of moments, during which he nearly lost interest, before she finally managed her question. Well, elegant she was not. That question probably could have offended some... but he was not some. The corners of his mouth quirked up into a smile and a rumble of laughter escaped his throat. "I am a gembound like you." He said with a chuckle. He could have left it at that and probably irritated her because that would certainly be amusing but he would be nicer. After all, the poor thing was still quaking in her fur.

Her turned around to fully face her. His head lowered as he snaked his head towards hers to get a closer look. "Although if you were hoping for me to be more specific, I'm a dragon." He turned his head to the side to fix her with one bright pink eye. "What are you?" He already knew what she was but it would amuse him to hear her answer.

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Baratheon could tell that she had been staring at him. Was it because of fear or something else similar to that crazy cat from Orion? Hmm... He was curious and always willing to indulge those that wanted to admire him. Sometimes it was almost like he was dependent on the admiration of others. Call it conceited if you want but Baratheon thought he was only giving his admirers what they wanted. Far be it for him to deny them a good look at his musculature.

When she answered he gave a grin before lifting his head up and shifting slightly to give her a better view of his form. He stretched his wings out, seemingly just to exercise them but really he just wanted to giver her a better view. "Well, you don't seem very devil-ish to me." He tucked his wings back at his sides, a cheeky smile on his face. He was about to expound more on how "devil-ish" she didn't look when she mentioned other dragons. In an instant that smile was gone, replaced by an angry snarl. He wasn't angry at her but the memory of the other dragon he'd met. Of course, the tiny girl had no way of knowing that. "There is! One other one! He's as large as the Monarch and black in color." His voice was a deep growl from the depths of his throat. "He killed someone and would eat you or roast you as soon as he saw you! He's taken up residence in Polaris and I advise you stay far away from him!" His voice had risen to a roar on his last sentence but now it lowered again, deep in his throat. "Until I go deal with him Polaris is not safe..." This was more spoken to himself but it was still loud enough for the little "devil" to hear.

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