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Torrential downpours cause localized flooding and many upset cats. Along with these frequent rain, from gentle drizzles to heavy rainfall, there seems to be a flux of Magicka drawn in particular to water sources. Occasional jet streams of warm air make narrower tunnels harder to navigate. On occasion, the rain intensifies, becoming howling storms with sleet or large hail. However, the temperatures overall are a little warmer, with snow and ice in temperate caves somewhat receding.
But it was his fault... That's what he felt when he looked into Usui's eyes. The sadness and hurt radiated there made him want to curl up into a ball and cry but he couldn't. He just lay there with Dragon on top of him and watched as the lion walked away. The dragon said nothing... He couldn't anything else. His eyes were moist with unshed tears. His ears twitched as the dragon told him something was going to hurt. He could smell the heat but he didn't care, he just wanted to lie their in his pity.
Even when the molten stuff was dropped onto his wounds all he did was flinch and let out an involuntary hiss. After Dragon stepped off of him he curled into a ball, despite the wounds to his body. He really just wanted to lie here and sleep everything off and pretend it was a bad dream. He was certainly tired enough to do so. However, Dragon asked him a question. A reasonable one and Baratheon felt obliged to reply. "I'm fine. Thank-you." He sighed and continued, "I have something called the Bloodlust. Whenever I smell blood or taste it it make sme lose control of myself..." Which obviously had just happened.
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Dragon peered down a bit sadly, slowly tilting his head.
"Oooh. Uh, I'm glad nobody's really badly hurt, then. At least, I don't think the cat was." He paused, thinking, then added, "You're not too badly hurt, are you?"
He pawed at his own jaw absently, claws scraping over scales as he tried instinctively and fruitlessly to dull the pain of his burned mouth.
"I think I'm gonna go back to Cetus when I'm done here. I live there. It's a swamp--through the ice-tunnel. There's plenty to eat. Plenty of dark places to hide, too. And lots of water, for swimming. It's where Dad lives. If you ever get in trouble, don't forget, okay?"
He peered up, blinking golden-green eyes at his new brother, hissing slightly to himself from pain again.
"I'm sorry I can't help with the blood-thing, though. Maybe you can find someone who can? If you brought food for Dad maybe you could ask him." Dragon turned, crawling to the water's edge again to sift cool liquid over his burned tongue.
He shook his head at Dragon's question, no, he wasn't badly hurt. Just as before he would heal in body and spirit, it would just take some time before he was back to normal. He just hoped Usui was alright, he'd have to find the lion later and apologize. Hopefully he would be forgiven.
His ears twitched as Dragon continued to speak but unlike before he didn't feel like talking or playing anymore. The young dragon simply curled himself up tighter, feeling drowsiness start to take him as he buried himself in his tail. "I'll be sure to visit you and... and Dad... in Cetus." Dad? What a strange word. He was glad he would have a dad though. Would he ever have a mother and have a complete family?
Those were questions for another day.
"Someone will help me... yeah..." Forever the optimistic, he wouldn't let himself be completely down but he was still tired and still felt bad so he didn't uncurl himself. "I just want to sleep now though..." He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry..." Then he fell silent. Allowing himself to fall into slumber or at least an illusion of slumber. His ears still listened to what was around him, in case Dragon needed anything else.
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Dragon considered this. He intended to go off for a bit, and once the ponds were abandoned, investigate again on his own. For now, he'd leave, and wait for his brother--and watch from a distance, making sure he got out okay. He was a "dragon," after all--a water creature (clearly) that could lie in ambush (an alligator, really) for hours and hours in utter silence and motionlessness.
So for now, he murmured a goodbye.
"I'll go and let you alone, then. Don't die or anything," he added, by way of friendly warning--the faintest hint of humor in his tone. Then he hauled himself at a slow dragon (alligator) crawl up the banks, and off out of sight through the bushes.
He'd slip back later, but that was another task for another time; for now, he'd wait for Baratheon to leave, before continuing his search.
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