BARATHEON

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The dragon, who was learning more and more by the day, was in need of exploring his surroundings. He loved Orion but he knew there were other lands outside of that starry world, other lands that need be explored. Baratheon fancied himself just the explorer to do so! He left Orion behind, and after snapping up a few bugs for his ravenous appetite he continued onwards. He knew the tunnels well but he had never gone beyond the before. He was excited to do so today.

What he found himself in past one of the tunnels was a vast room filled with large green things. Plants. That was it. Plants, lots of them. Flafe would love this place! He thought it was pretty but as for food... there was none. What was he supposed to eat anyway? Besides the bugs that he gobbled up he didn't know anything else. It was just so tedious to eat all the time and the bugs weren't even that great. He couldn't help but believe their was something missing in his life.

But what?

It was in his wandering and thoughts that he happened upon a strange egg. He knew what these eggs were by now after encountering his own and another's. This egg had scratching and noise coming from the inside just like the other! Did it need help too? Not wanting to waste any time the dragon rushed up to the thing and flapped his wings --subconsciously more than any need to speed up-- and reached the cocoon in no time.

The dragon opened his mouth and squared off his feet. After taking in a deep breath he opened his mouth and released a blast of sonic energy at the egg. It wasn't as strong as usual but it was still enough to hopefully blast open the egg or give aid to whatever was inside. The dragon's tail wagged happily as he waited to see what new friend he would have to play with.

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BARATHEON

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It didn't take long before the rest of the egg was split and out popped the newest creature, after some pomp and circumstance with another energy blast and shattering of the crystal. Baratheon turned his head away, shielding part of his face with an undersized wing. He uncovered himself when the creature was on the ground. Wow! It had three-heads! Three! However, that white fur and pink eyes was unmistakable! It was another lamb!

Giddy with joy at finding another of his species his tufted tail began to wag furiously. Mouth opening in a grin that exposed all of his needle-like fangs. Those rose-hued eyes just seemed to shine with all sorts of glee at this new find. If only he was aware of what the creature was thinking. If only he knew that the "food" they spoke of was him.

At first he looked around when the three-headed lamb said "food". If there was food to be had then he wanted some too! However, he could see nothing but plants. Surely that wasn't what this lamb was talking about. Baratheon turned back to the three-headed one and shook his head. No. There was no food here. However, when the second head chimed in and all three pairs of eyes were locked onto him he knew instantly what food it was talking about.

Him.

The thought of him being food was almost enough to make him laugh. He was no food! He was a lamb! He'd be no ones dish! At the word kill Baratheon shook his head again. "No!" He said quite sharply. He wouldn't be eaten, he wouldn't be killed. Lambs weren't for eating, they were to play with! They should be playing with each other right now! "Play!" He said with a wag of his tail, offering another alternative. Surely this situation could be just laughed off as a mistake of a newborn?

If it wasn't then this young lamb was not about to back down. He could very well run away but something in his blood kept him from doing so. The young lamb would not back one step away in the face of danger.

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BARATHEON

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Food? No no no! They still had it wrong! He wasn't food. The young dragon shook his head at the lamb. How could he explain this? He couldn't... Not without using more than one word. He rolled his eyes --or would have if he had pupils-- and relented. One paw lifted and a claw pointed towards himself, "Not food." There, he'd broken his rule. Ugh. He felt dirty just doing it. He had his sister to talk for him and never felt the need to do so himself at any length. He supposed it was okay though... His sister wasn't anywhere around.

Finally the big lamb seemed to get the picture and bowed down in what Baratheon assumed was some sort of playing gesture. His head nodded enthusiastically. Yeah! Now he had the picture! "Play!" He said happily, mirroring the three-headed lamb's posture. His tail waggled in the air and his forepaws were out in front of him, claws digging into the earth as he waited on the other to make a move. Since he'd just hatched Baratheon would give him a chance to act first. It was only fair.

He'd never gotten to play fight before... He wondered what it would be like!

Well... he'd still be waiting a little while as the lamb's leap came up short. The creature stumbled over its paws and ended up in the dirt. Baratheon giggled at the funny sight but now, it was his turn! Baratheon wiggled his rear like a cat then pounced! He also came up short, or rather too far as he leaped and landed behind the dog-like creature with an "oof". Somehow he managed to get his nose-horn stuck in the dirt and spent a few seconds trying to dislodge himself before turning with a sheepish smile to the three-headed one. "Oopsie!" He laughed. "Again!" While they had both failed this play fighting thing still seemed really fun.

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BARATHEON

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At his suggestion the lamb again tried to pounce him. However, just like before it ended in failure. This time the lamb ended up tripping and falling onto its side in a mess. The dragon couldn't help but give a snicker at their misfortune. It was so funny to see them falling over each other like a newborn babe --nevermind the fact that they were newborn babes-- that he just couldn't keep it to himself. He had to release his laughter and so he did. The icing on the cake was when two of the heads started to argue amongst themselves. The argument reaching a full blown fight as they bit and snapped at each other.

Baratheon was interrupted from his laughter when the last head began to speak to him. His over-sized ears first pricked forward then pinned when he realized that he was again being mistaken as food. He. Was. Not. Food! The dragon stomped a foot in the dirt, not caring about the mess of mud clinging to his fur and getting in between his toes. He wanted to get it into this lamb's head that he wasn't to eat! He was a lamb! Not something for them to chew on! Play was not the same as eating! "Not food!" He yelled. This time he didn't really care if he broke his rule! He wanted to get it through their thick skulls that he wasn't to be eaten.

Why was this even making him so angry? It shouldn't but for some reason it bothered him. He didn't like to be thought of as something weak to eat. He wanted people to think he was strong! Strong enough to show this lamb that he wasn't to be eaten.

Baratheon's pink eyes narrowed and he made sure his ears were tucked away into his neck so he horns would be fully exposed. Food wouldn't attack, now would it? Well... He didn't really want to fight. He just wanted to show that he would fight back and that he was strong so therefore not food. After all, the bugs he ate didn't fight back and they were food.

He scraped one claw across the dirt before finally charging straight at the lamb, horns bared to give that thing a nice little jab and tackle!

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BARATHEON

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The small dragon felt satisfaction as he felt his horns jam into the other creature. Ha! That should show him that he wasn't food to be eaten. He especially wouldn't hop into anyone's mouth. The lamb reeled back away from him and Baratheon was content to sit down and call it a day. There! That had showed him, right? "Not food." He stated but with a smile. Now they could go back to their business of playing since he'd proved his point.

However, life was proving to not be so simple. After he jabbed the lamb with his horns it snarled at him in --understandable-- anger. This time they snarled that they would eat him! It seemed his little plan had backfired. The dragon shook his head. "No!" He yelled at the creature again because obviously he had proved nothing. The dragon's patience had worn thin and he was sorely tired of explaining over and over again how he wasn't food.

The lamb started to lunge at him but was having some difficulties so Baratheon used this time to crouch, readying himself for an attack. He was following instincts that he didn't know he had. Were these male lamb instincts? He didn't know but he was grateful for them when the lamb finally got its act together and lunged. He nimbly dodged to the side, sidling along to the white three-head's right side where he opened his mouth. A blast of energy launched out of his belly, up his throat, and out of his mouth at the creature. If it was a fight he wanted then it would be a fight he got!

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