ORIGIN

It seemed like so long ago when he wandered about the caves with only half his mind. However, he'd reunited with Booker and in the process had gotten back his memories both good and bad. The dragon shook his head now as he wandered away from Eridanus. He hadn't left Booker... or Barnett, for days now. He could still remember the viscious session he'd had with the numbat when they'd battled it out in their heads. If Booker was calm and kind, serene like the fungi then Barnett was the fire which kept the little one's soul burning bright. He never knew anything like that would ever happen... He never knew that Booker falling in love with their captor would either.

The dragon's head shook as he paced away. No. He would not get upset about it, he would just... not think about it. He wouldn't run or anything like he had before. He just needed to go for a little while... there was a strange feeling in his get. An urge. A need. Of what he did not know but it was something. The feeling intensified when he reached Polaris and saw a shard of purple gem. He picked it up gently with his paw and stared at it. The feeling only growing. Almost without thinking about it he felt something, an urge almost like when he'd bonded with Booker.

He touched the shard with his muzzle and he could feel a spark and then a slight glow within the stone. What had that been? He blinked his one eye curiously but before he could ponder further he saw a darkness suddenly engulf the spire. His eye narrowed and he tucked the shard away into his mane for safekeeping before going forward to investigate. The urge that he'd had when he did... something to the shard re-awoke. He was reminded of the tales he'd told about the First Dragon and how she'd produced her dragon kin. Was it time for him to produce his own kin? Was that what he did when he breathed into that shard? But... why was that urge inside of him now as he went to see the darkness? Was there a creature here that was worth him using his shard to reproduce? The purple shard was one thing as it wouldn't grow into a creature quite like him but if he used his own stone...

Then there were other rules.

The dragon's nose lifted as he sniffed the air. Something was off, he could scent another creature but with the thick shadows he could not see. A rumble bubbled out of his chest as he felt a sense of being watched. He didn't like others watching him while he was potentially blind. He was predator and not prey. The dragon cracked open his mouth and let lose with a powerful blast of energy which caused the dark shadows around the spire to dissipate into nothing. His one eye scanned the area but saw nothing. "Whoever you are I know you're there. Your scent is all over this place. If you want to attack I advise against it." Then he went quiet as he looked at everything below him. He saw something shiny and purple on the ground. A shard that seemed to have life growing within. Curious, he lowered his nose down and began to snuffle at it with great huffing breaths.

"When have I ever listened to you Bara," One ear twitched upwards to hear what was said but he could not see. Partly because the gembound was so far up and partially because... well... He was blind on that side thanks to his fated encounter with Raheerah in this very same area. However, he knew who that gem was by the voice. It was Damian. The annoying werewolf who always seemed able to pop up at the most inopportune moments. Today though, it seemed like he was popping up on him in an interesting turn of events.

Quite suddenly he heard the snarl and he ripped his head up to turn and look at the wolf. It would be just like him to ignore his advise all together and attack just for the hell of it. Baratheon's own lips lifted into a snarl as Damian dropped down right in front of him. Before he could react Baratheon felt the push against his body. The magic was uncomfortable and made him step back which rubbed Baratheon the wrong way. He didn't enjoy being pushed around, literal or otherwise. Angrily he let out a trumpeting roar, prepared to battle the wolf for the shove. Instead he was met with words.

Annoyed the dragon turned his head and began to groom angrily at his chest scales which had picked up dirt from the attack. Still irritated he took a long while, way too long, to groom the scales at his fur and then to show that he wouldn't be pushed into answering by a puffed up wolf he flapped his wings to throw air and dirt back on Damian.

Now he finally turned his one-eyed gaze back to the canine with a snort. "I'm here because I go where I want." He gave his pelt a shake, for some reason with all the coldness in the cave his pelt had grown a little bit longer. Probably to combat the lower temperatures. "If you're asking because you're generally concerned about my well-being then thanks." Though he didn't sound particularly thankful, if anything his voice sounded dry. "But yes, my mind is whole again." He narrowed his eye at the werewolf. For some reason he couldn't help but think about the shard he had tried to sniff and the one in his mane. Was that Dami's coming child? If so he could understand why the canine had reacted so violently... It was admirable really that he was ready to protect youth. Again he felt that pull and looked at the yellow-ish shard at the wolf's hip.

"Now what are you doing here? Feasting on cave deer and growing fat?"

The dragon let an amuse rumble ease out of his throat when Damian seemed to take offense to his comment. It was always amusing when he could offend the werewolf. After all, Damian would always attempt to return the favor. "Sure, Damian... sure." He mumbled sarcastically with a smirk just to piss him off even more.

He twitched an ear with irritation at the "picking flowers" comment. He couldn't help that his mind was repressing memories and essentially making him into someone he was not. Although he had to admit he was curious on what exactly the wolf was busy with. He also knew that Damian wanted him to ask. Feigning indifference the dragon said, "And I suppose you'd want to tell me what you were 'busy' with, hmm? Well out with it! I've got better things to do that chat with an oversized wolf." There, that should get to him.