ORIGIN

Was it true? The rumors he'd heard about the black dragon of Polaris? He was inclined to believe it. Well, not merely the fact that it was there, he knew that to be truth himself, but rather the fact that a group were gathering to fight it. That was a bit far'fetched. It had been there for so long and no one had done anything about it before now. Why did they just choose now to do it? The giant bird they had spoken of? Hmph, because of an overgrown chicken they all wanted to fight? Seemed silly to him but still, if they wanted a war then he would gladly do his part. He hated that dragon just as much as anyone. Probably even more for what it had done to Booker. He was angry at his brother but while he was on hiatus he would eliminate one of the threats to the numbat. Possibly even get his tiny brother his home back. That was a win-win situation. However, the fight wasn't for another day yet and he had time to lose. Perhaps he would run a bit of reconnaissance before it all started.

"KOORUUUUUU!"

Or perhaps he would hunt!

His instinct took over as he heard the call of a Kooru. The deer-like creature was bounding away from him, its hooves clacking on the ground and its prehensile tail raised high in fear as it fled. With a resounding roar the dragon lunged and grabbed the creature firmly but carefully. He did not want to fall into his bloodlusted state and so he was careful not to puncture the creature's flesh with his sharp fangs. The Kooru screeched in fright but to no avail as it was swallowed whole.

Pleased at the meal Baratheon ran his blue tongue around his jowels as he gazed around the tunnel for any other impromptu meal. Hmmm? Was that something hiding behind a few rocks? To check, the dragon raised his long tail and smacked it heavily on the ground. From his hard-smacking tail the ground began to quake and out from its hiding spot ran a Jungle Deer. Far from its home? Most likely. How unfortunate for it because again Baratheon snatched the prey up and swallowed it whole.

The dragon smacked his lips together with obvious pleasure before dropping to the ground with a satisfied grunt. What was he going to do first, reconnaissance? Well... That could wait, now he wanted to groom himself and perhaps wait for something else good to wander by. So, he began to use his sharp fangs to bite at the scales on his stomach and chest, removing grit and dirt from the smooth surface.

There he was, just lazing about and grooming his scales, when something disturbed the peace. He didn't quite know how he knew but he felt it, somehow. His instincts warned him to listen and scent and that was exactly what he did. His ears raised, his nostrils flared, and he focused on both of those senses. At first, he heard nothing, just the normal rhythms of the cave so he stopped paying attention. However, it was when he heard the ever so faint click of a rock being disturbed from its place... That was when he lifted his ears and turned his head in the direction of the disturbance.

His great pink eyes locked onto something new and at first he lifted his fangs, preparing himself to snatch up another bit of prey... But they lowered again. This was no hapless cave deer, this was a greater gembound. A wolf. Baratheon blinked his eyes as he stared at the canine with some interest. Why? That was simple... This creature was just so pink! He remembered the white skunk from Merrymen but he was so enraged and full of depression then that he'd hardly noted her but now that he was free to appreciate the smaller things in life... He found himself very interested in this wolf.

His fur, its lack of coloration turning itself to pink in Bara's vision reminded him of Flafe and thus it made him like the creature right off the bat. Not only that but unlike Flafe this wolf had brighter pink on its face! The color was like a beacon, a shiny thing that immediately attracted Baratheon's gaze. The dragon let out a pleased rumble and snaked his head down towards the wolf. He turned his head so that one monstrous pink eye stared down at the wolf's face only inches away.

Snick. Went his eyelid as he blinked once but continued to stare, transfixed by the beacon of pink at the pink wolf's face. The pleased rumble never died down from his chest as he stared unabashedly but not speaking yet, he was too far gone in his trance.

Snick. Went the eye as he blinked again, continuing to stare at the canine. There was no aggression in his gaze, only a bright interest and almost dazed curiosity. What was this? Why was it so bright and pink? Sure, a lot of things in his vision was pink but this... This was like a light that attracted him straight to it. Could... Could he touch it?

The dragon lifted one paw, slowly, carefully he reached a claw towards the wolf's face. What he wanted was simply, to touch the bright pink of his face... Just a tiny touch...

Closer and closer his claw drew as he prepared to touch just one of those freckles. However, he snapped quickly out of his trance when a sharply growled voice spoke to him. "Get back!" Baratheon blinked but complied, lifting his head away a a few feet but still staring quite hard at the wolf.

It took a moment for him to gather his voice but when he did it sounded quieter than normal and a bit surprised. "Sorry... Didn't mean to frighten you. Your face just looks very..." His head turned to the side again and stared before rumbling out in a happy purr. "Pretty. It's so bright." He leaned forward again. Unlike most gembounds he didn't view personal space and attractiveness the same so he felt no embarrassment now.

However, he did remember the growls again and leaned back. Sitting on his rump while looking down at the wolf.

Baratheon stared at the canine, eyes still on the mesmerising pink gem. He only snapped out of his trance again when the wolf spoke. Stating that he hadn't ever seen his own face. Well, that was strange and unfortunate...

The Dragon looked around. Pink eyes searching for something that the wolf could look into to spy his own face. His sharp eyes located a small pool of water, frozen over from the icy conditions I the tunnel. Baratheon leaned over to it and breathed onto it while tapping into his magick.

The spell along with his breath managed to melt the ice in the center though along the edges there was still some ice. Still, that should be a good enough spot for the pink wolf to see himself.

The Dragon turned his head back to look at the wolf."Come take a look." One couldn't go through life never knowing how they looked, after all.