Halloween Dragon + Intro!

[silvermists]

How strange it is, to see the world fade to black as the living writhing roots of a tree the size of a city are about to smash down on his head and the head of his companion--the last thing he remembers is using his tiny remaining scraps of magic to try and shield both of them, and then...

Coming back into awareness on a floating island in the sky, in a very different form indeed. A feathery, somewhat bipedal dragon, all gleaming silver with reddish highlights, around twelve feet tall at the shoulder... smaller than a true silver dragon, taller than any man he knows of.

The first thing he does, having popped back into existence on the edge of the castle's little chunk of land, is spread his wings and fly. It just comes instinctively, and he wants to know where he is... down he goes, quite a ways, gliding on and on, knowing he's bound to reach the ground eventually... it seems like the thing to do, rather than hang around a strange floating lump of rock.

Which he does not. He simply loops right back around, seeing the same damn castle beneath him after some time flying. So, then. Trapped. Imprisoned and so far he hasn't seen a single soul, and he isn't sure he can squeeze in through the doors. He lands in the courtyard near the great glass hill, thoughts racing, fresh out of schemes. Heaven knows he deserves to be trapped somewhere he can't harm anyone, though becoming dragonlike doesn't make any sense. And neither does being alive at all.

In the courtyard he stays all afternoon, sunning himself, thinking, and preening those lovely feathers with his teeth, while he tries to think of something.

Comments

[dustless]

If he's trying to be subtly threatening, they really don't even notice.

"...Hope he's not. But dying--already-dead people showed up here too, before."

[silvermists]

Scratch, scratch. It's someone still making human gestures with dragon claws, not a threat. He's surprising himself with how concerned he is--it's not as if he and Zidane spent much time together being friendly.

I do wish he was safe. He deserves to be--but I wouldn't wish imprisonment here on him.

[dustless]

There's not much they can say to that, and so for a while, they don't say anything at all. They just watch his claws move, considering they might toss some flower seeds in the furrows later.

"...it's not that bad here," they say finally. "Least, not usually. Nowhere's perfect, I guess."

[silvermists]

No. Perfection doesn't exist and I've certainly stayed in much worse places.

Born into a world where the people aren't real and even the water doesn't ripple? No wind, no weather, no sunshine or stars at night? At least the castle is part of a real world. He digs at the ground one last time and stops.

I'll find a way out if it's at all possible. I don't see any better way to spend my time.

[dustless]

...They want to prod. And normally, they wouldn't act on that. Normally, they're not a half-demon with impulse control that can't stay steady.

"Worse? Like what? An' if there is, other people're gonna want to know about it too."

[silvermists]

A place where time stopped and the people didn't. If you could call them people, most had no souls. he 'says', flatly--it does sound like he's speaking out loud, he can still have a cool tone. Hopefully it'll shut the kid up. It is a bit creepy.

Don't worry. I see no reason to leave everyone else behind.

[dustless]

The nosy little snot just blinks at him. "...sounds weird. Time might've stopped here, or something like that, the way stuff resets. But almost everybody has a SOUL. So it is better."

He sounds sincere enough. Not that it matters, he probably won't find a way out either.

[silvermists]

Time hasn't stopped here, believe me. It was a land of no weather, no wind. No sun or rain. Even the water was as still as ice.

And he loathes it. There's dangerous hatred in his mental voice... bad topic, back off, Frisk.

[dustless]

No sun or rain. A whole...world, they guess, sort of like being trapped underground, but even more horrible.

"...A different kind of time weird, then," Frisk concedes.

[silvermists]

No comparison. I burned it all away, it's gone now. The people were evacuated first, if you could call them people, so that wasn't an issue.

Burned clean an entire world... yes, he's that much of a mage. He could be lying, if he's that good of an actor. So much hatred in his voice.

Nevermind. It's all in the past. Moving on?