ORIGIN - Emotion (And not the good kind)

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It had been a few days since that battle and Baratheon was feeling much better. His muscles were sore but the nausea was gone as well as the dizziness though he still didn't feel a hundred percent. He was thankful for his tiny brother's assistance and companionship. He had moved himself though from the gorge to a ledge up high and away from the pit where he knew that the dragon might return. Ugh... that other dragon. He felt a festering hate in the pit of his belly. He hadn't known hate before but now he felt it full blown. He hated that he had been so weak. Hated that the dragon had stolen his catch. Hated that he'd been thrown to the ground and reduced to a weak state because of it. He snarled and exhaled through his nose, releasing a puff of pink smoke. That surprised him but also satisfied him. He hadn't been able to do anything like this when he was younger. It just meant he would keep on getting stronger and soon... soon he'd find the black demon and destroy it.

Or die trying.

The young dragon yawned, annoyed that he wasn't back to full power yet. He was also annoyed that he hadn't gotten a decent taste of meat in days. He was surviving off of mushrooms that, while not that tasty, kept him from going on a bloodthirsty rampage. Barely. The side effect was that he was feeling a little irritated and easily annoyed. He was a dragon and he wanted to eat meat! He wanted to taste blood. While he didn't miss the Bloodlust he couldn't deny the satisfaction he received from tasting blood, no matter what it did to him.

His tail smacked against the ground, disturbing a rock and sending it rolling down the ledge. This was so boring! In annoyance and wanting to release some stress he opened his mouth and aimed a blast of energy at another rock. It wasn't the pink beam he'd released at the rhino but a different one, an invisible and silent one that blasted a few rocks down the ledge. "DAMNIT! I'M SO BORED!" He roared. He wished he could go flying, go hunt, do anything but sit and rot at these ledges!

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tagged: Damian
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muse: 7/10

"Speech"
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"Poooor little dragon," A voice chuckled lowly. Obsidian paws prowled slowly across the ledges that were just directly over the familiar white furred beast. Glimmering amber eyes peered down at him, a dark grin curled over his features as his tail slowly lashed around behind him. Around his neck dangled a teardrop seraphinite. The gem he had successfully stolen from the giant beast in the Pit. He had found some sturdy vines in Eridanus only a few days ago and had managed to secure the gem with the strands before tying it about his neck. It made it easier to carry, no longer having to have one paw clasping onto it all the time.

"What's the matter Bara? Have you lost all that energy?" This dragon had been there the day he had became free of his prison. Him and a few others, but they were barely on his mind. This creature, however, was a constant thought. He had wings, just like Damian did, yet they were entirely two different specimens. He had watched from the shadows of everything going on around him. Simply waiting. For what he could not honestly tell you just yet. Nothing peeked his interest enough to draw him from his lingering shadows. Nothing except Bara of course. Baratheon, and the dragon that was now at large withing the caves. The dragon he had stolen from. It was exciting to see the beast awake, but it also left a chill down his spine.

An idea soon crept into his thoughts and nigh instantly he felt his gem spark to life. It wasn't long before the sensation trembled up his hip and up towards his chest did the form of his replica quickly take form just in front of Baratheon. The replica smirked and stood up on it's hind legs, it's slowly growing wings stretching out to the sides of him. "Allow me to entertain you," There was a dark note to his voice, but it still held a playful edge as his replica began to mimic Damian as the lycanthrope crouched down, preparing to pounce.

"Speech"

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Right on cue the sound of another voice rang out from a ledge above him. He knew that voice. It was Damian, the wolf creature he'd watched hatch all those weeks ago. However, in his irritable mood he was hardly in need of the snark he was sure that ebony beast would have. A growl rumbled in Baratheon's throat as he rumbled in an ill-tempered manner, "Why don't you come down here and I'll show you who's little." His head craned backwards to possibly see the wolf but he couldn't. All he could see was brown stone which only furthered his temper.

He tossed his head, throwing those horns around like a horse eager to be let out of a stable. "I've got more than enough energy!" He lied. "Come on to my level and you'll see just how much of it I have! Or are you a chicken?" His tail lashed again, throwing up dust and dislodging pebbles. He was just itching for some action and it seemed that Damian would provide.

It was then that the image of the dark wolf was projected in front of him. If he had been thinking he probably would have realized that Damian couldn't have moved down that quickly. Instead he was allowing his more animal half to dictate part of his thoughts and thus he simply bared his teeth at the duplicate. His own wings stretched out, making him seem bigger. He slowly rose to his paws, soreness slowing him down and knocking a little sense back into him. It was just Damian being a jerk as per normal. No need to get so heated.

He shook his head and cleared his thoughts and though the irritation still remained there was a slightly playful glint to his eye as he crouched as well in preparation to pounce.

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muse: 6/10

"Speech"
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Deep laughter resonated through the platforms and was only Baratheon's only response to his own words. Damian crouched low just above Baratheon, watching... waiting. His replica was smirking at Baratheon, moving slowly back and forth in front of him as if to keep Bara's attention. It seemed to be doing the trick, but as much as Damian would have figured the dragon did not lash out. His loss. Not that it would have done any good considering his replica would have merely vanished. The replica's mouth peeled open, exposing growing canines in an ever silent roar. It was in that moment the real Damian moved.

Paws shoved off the ledge he was on and he lunged down at Baratheon. His attempt was succesful and he collided easily onto the back of Baratheon. Almost instantly his hands gripped around Bara's neck just above his chest. Not tightly, but just enough to keep a firm grip so that the dragon may not throw him from his back. He was perched with his legs straddled over his sides. His replica seemed to mock a laugh before it flitted out of site. Damian smirked as he now sat upon Bara. They had both grown significantly within the last cycle. Good, Bara would not be a lousy play mate then.

"What has you in such a foul mood today, Bara," He chuckled humorously. His body was tense and ready, waiting to see what his dragon acquaintance would do now that Damian had successfully captured him. If you could really call sitting on a dragon's back and holding on capturing.

"Speech"

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He stood, waiting, but Damian never pounced and he was loathe to start the battle himself. It was then that he sniffed, taking in the scent or rather, lack thereof. He gave a low rumble of confusion, head lifting, as he realized what was wrong. This Damian had no smell and it wasn't pouncing because...

The weight, he felt it upon his back. He nearly collapsed to the ground but managed to keep standing because of his greater size. Infuriated that he had been tricked and annoyed that the wolf was now on his back he let out a roar. His head lifted into the air as he loudly bellowed out his disdain for having the creature on his back. "I ain't no kiddie ride! GET OFF!" He yelled angrily. The white dragon attempted to stretch his neck back around to get at the wolf but the dark creature was too far up on his shoulders. He had a long flexible neck but it wasn't that flexible.

Like a wild stallion he reared back on his hind legs, balancing on his tail for a moment before he ran forward and leaped, throwing himself over the ledge. His wings were spread as he flapped and tried to gain altitude. However, he was still young, still weak from his beating, and unused to carrying such a large thing on his back. As a result he simply began to descent to the ground but at a slowed pace.

He was annoyed even further that he couldn't fly and gave another angry roar once he landed on the ground. "What has me in a foul mood? YOU! Get off my fucking back!" He leaped with his rear legs to try to off balance the wolf. "First I get beaten to a pulp by a stupid black dragon! Then I get a rhino trying to trample me! Then I don't get to eat meat for days! I'M STARVING TO DEATH AND YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" He snarled. Well, he wasn't really starving to death since Booker could feed him but he wanted flesh. He needed meat and he needed it now! "NOW GET OFF BEFORE I BLAST YOU OFF!" He had just the spell for dislodging stubborn idiots.

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tagged: Damian
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muse: 7/10

"Speech"
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Damian's body instantly tensed when Baratheon threw himself off the ledge. However, when the dragon could not properly fly a deep laugh escaped the lycanthrope. He made sure to keep hold, refusing to lose this subtle battle of getting thrown off or not. "Bara! I have only just arrived! How can I be the cause of your foul mood?!" His voice nearly cackled, touched with a tone of dark joy. Baratheon was not always so easily provoked, but for whatever had him in such a mood was definitely the most interesting of things for Damian.

Interest peeked when Baratheon spoke of a dragon. "Why were you playing wiith the other dragon Bara? Surely you could sense the danger from him," Again Damian smirked, but he did not express it to Baratheon. He was curious about this rhino Bara spoke of, but it was quickly dismissed as he pondered of the fact that Bara was grumpy about not being to eat. His thoughts, unfortunately, was a quick guarantee of his slip up. Damian sucked in a breath as his grip suddenly slipped and it was only a matter of seconds before he collided against the ground.

Still he chuckled darkly and moved up to his paws and regarded Baratheon with humor. "Bara, just what do you plan on using against me to 'blast' me off," Of course it would do no good for him now considering Damian was no longer on his back. Damian just couldn't help his amusement to the dragon threatening him.

"Speech"

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Tags: Baratheon

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Why was he the cause of his poor mood? Well.. because... because... "Because you just are." He couldn't enunciate his thoughts very well right now which was the reason for his less than stellar answer. Perhaps if he wasn't so irritated he could have told Damian how much he didn't appreciate being riden by a wolf. But alas, he could not.

For the next question the dragon didn't even dignify it with a response. He simply snarled as an answer. All he wanted to do right now was get that wolf off of him! He didn't want to talk, didn't want anything else! It was then with all of his bucking that he managed to get Damian off of him. The lycanthrope landed on the ground and Baratheon felt a momentary relief and satisfaction course through him. His body relaxed and he stood still for a moment, panting, as he tried to catch his breath.

After he caught his breath Baratheon stuck his muzzle right in Damian's face and breathed out pink smoke from his nostrils into it. "Don't worry about it. Just know that next time I will blast you off." With that he turned away from Damian and sat himself down on the ground a couple of feet away. He turned his long neck around and began to nibble and lick at the blue mane of fur on his back, as if he was trying to remove the scent of Damian from himself. In between nibbles he questioned with some irritation, "What are you doing here, anyway?"

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A violent smirk slide along Damian's features as Baratheon shoved his angular face right into his. His hackles instinctively bristled as he now stood tall on his hind legs. "We shall see about that," he chuckled darkly, Amber eyes glistening with a challenge. Oh how he enjoyed this drake. So easy to rile, so easy to provoke. He was fun and Damian was starting to like him more and more the longer he hung around the beast. A short scoff escaped the lycanthrope as Bara questioned his motives for being here. "I was merely bored. Figured I would see if that beast in the pit had awoken yet or not, but instead I have found you," again he smirked as he prowled around Bara on all four paws. His teardrop seraphinite swaying about with his movements.

"If you're hungry, however, perhaps I could assist you," A shadowed smirk graced over his features as his rather large ears pushed forward, eager to hear what Baratheon would say. He had heard the tales whispered among those whom had come into contact with his dear dragon friend. The stories of a bloodlust that overtook him on occasion. It was the most interesting thing he had learned of and now he wanted to see it for himself. The idea of sending this drake on a bloodlust sent shivers of excitement down his spine. He would be secretive about it, subtle in his ulterior motives to find Baratheon something to sink his fangs into. He would find and hunt down the biggest thing be could find in the area and set his plan to motion if Baratheon accepted his proposal.

@Baratheon

Ah, but he was in such a poor mood today. Even the simple prowling of the wolf around him while he groomed his mane caused a rumble of irritation to rise in his chest. "Stop circling around me like a damned cat! I ain't prey!" He snarled before nibbling at his blue fur again. He didn't grace the wolf's reply with an answer as it was obvious to see that the other dragon was gone, he need not explain it any further.

However, at the word "assist" one ear pricked up with interest and he stopped nibbling for the briefest of moments. In an instant though the slightly irritated air was back. "I don't need any help with hunting. I can do it myself..." As soon as he healed. He didn't add in that extra bit, nor did he add in the bit that he was slightly afraid what would happen when he tasted blood again. Perhaps he should go to Giggle before taking on a meal, she would be able to assist him in getting re-acclimated. He would need to get back into meat a nougat at a time to keep from going on a complete rampage.

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muse: 5/10

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A snort escaped Damian as Baratheon refused his offer. How annoying this little dragon was being today. Not that he was little anymore, but neither was he. Growing at an exceptional pace, Damian stood with his nose just barely beneath the middle of Bara's neck should he stretch it out. With another snort Damian sunk down and sat upon his haunches, his tail flicking almost in an annoyed manner.

"Fine. I guess you aren't interested in the large, juicy cave deer that occasionally roam through here," of course he wasn't really sure if the cave deer he saw in Eridanus all the time ever ventured out to these parts of the cave. But it would be no hassle for him to quickly sprint to Eridanus and drag a snack back and just blame it on the hunting.

"Well! Guess I'll see you later then," Damian rose to his paws and gave a dismissive flick of his tail as he turned and scouted out the best route to the target now on mind. That's fine if Baratheon did not want 'assistance'. A cave deer's untimely demise would soon be under way and whether Baratheon realized or not he would either be given t directly from Damian, or Damian would lure the beast to it with the smell of fresh blood. He stood there a moment, giving Baratheon the chance to change his mind and take Damian up on his offer. If not it would be no matter. Damian's plan will still be seen through regardless how it was executed.

@Baratheon

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