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.

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[silvermists]

...Monster must mean something different in your homeland. And your mages have to have been rather pathetic to die off so easily. One of the first things I learned was how to heal myself from almost any injury.

Rude, even if true. Hardly the meanest thing he ever said, though. Not by a long shot.

[itstheend]

"Monsters are people made of magic!" Frisk has instantly perked up. They can extol monsters all day. "They're really good and nice. Much better than humans."

Or so Frisk thought. The Underground has changed in disturbing ways since their death. But they're still better.

At the pathetic comment, Frisk's face closes off into an unreadable flatline. "S'nothing that can't be killed," they say, largely emotionless in tone except for a faint edge of a gentle reminder. Boy howdy have they learned that. Everything can kill or be killed.

[silvermists]

What does he care about offending some child? Half his mind is elsewhere, worrying (worrying! still!) about someone else.

And yet he shouldn't make enemies. He doesn't want to, really, in a small confined space where he's probably going to wither away and die. Odds are his magic will fade first. Why make it miserable for himself?

His demeanor slowly turns a little friendlier. Just don't mind the fangs and claws. You're a human. Aren't you? When the magic here isn't messing with your looks?

[itstheend]

They're not offended so much as... just think he's wrong.

"I don't know what I am," they say without thinking, still caught in memory. "I mean, yes! Yeah."

They're in Chara, and Chara is human, so that's close enough, right?

[silvermists]

...Somehow your first answer sounded more true. Still, I'm human. Not a monster, not an animal race, not made of magic. That doesn't mean I'm worse than anyone else.

It's a damn touchy subject, he has to force himself to be polite and calm... Nevermind if things go well, he'll only be known as human. He's not worse for being the wrong species! For murdering half the planet, sure, but he can't help his origins.

[itstheend]

"Monsters are made of love and hope and compassion," Frisk says, softly. They're not intending to hit buttons here, and so they're trying to say it as mildly as possible. "They need it to live. Humans aren't worse, monsters're just better. It's not anyone's fault."

They aren't as misanthropic as Chara, but they still know where their friend is coming from.

"You're not bad if you're human," they say. "Humans just do bad things more."

[silvermists]

No wonder they lost, he thinks and doesn't say. Harming someone else might hurt them, if they're really made of 'love'. Magical creatures who can't fight at all... poor things.

Not where I'm from. There is no such thing, nothing remotely like your monsters.

[itstheend]

Hahaha yeah... can't fight at all... yeah...

No monsters? That's a sad thought. Frisk wonders if he came from a world where humans... but it's probably best not to think about that too hard.

"There's some here in the castle, if you want to meet them!" they say instead. "Um. Usually. They might be different right now. Right now Chara's one, though."

They're happy for Chara. Genuinely. They're glad they get to experience that, even if they wish they could, too.

[silvermists]

We're trapped. No way home. I'm sure I'll see everyone sooner or later. Unless there's someone new arrivals should introduce themselves to?

[itstheend]

Frisk thinks, rolling over in the air. They bite their lip. Trapped, yeah. And not even a Barrier to break, this time. Not that they have a home now, but others here surely do.

"The... other me. They know a lot about the castle. But you've already met them! If you want to know anything though I think they'd know."

[silvermists]

I'll keep it in mind. So far, I don't have any questions, this isn't the first magical castle I've seen.

No one's in charge, then. Fair enough. There must not be enough people, no need for organization... except perhaps to escape.

[itstheend]

Nobody's in charge and it's terrible. The kids can stay up as late as they want and eat as much sugar as they want. A short term paradise.

Frisk nods and fidgets, the urge to explore once more rising in them. And also the urge to ask if they can pet his feathers. That... might be weird though, if he's used to being human.

"Gonna go find my friend now," they say, suddenly of a need to check in on Chara. "See you later, Kuja!"

Then they wave and take off.

[silvermists]

If only they knew he normally has feathers in his hair--but he's human!! Really!! Not a mutated alien!!

He huffs a laugh or maybe a sigh, watching the kid fly off abruptly... then shrinking to a normal human height to go do some exploring of his own.

(And eventually find the library, only to realize he can't even enjoy a good book with these damn claws. Sigh.)