Post by ElliBleu on Jul 4, 2010 1:02:00 GMT -6
[[It's not pretty, nee-san, but it shall get the ball rolling!]]
Gwen’s eyes were a pleasant shade of blue today- blue as his scales, blue as the sky, blue as the sea breaking rhythmically against the outcropping of rock he had comfortably settled his formidable bulk onto. His great wings were held half open to gather the relentless sunshine with scales bristled as he methodically preened. Tongue and teeth were both employed to remove any grit the seawater had missed, prying out any loose scale to allow the pristine new scale to grow in more easily. There was so much ore, metal, and jewels to be had here that Gwen was sure he’d shine like a true gem when his new coat came in. He couldn’t help but let out a self-satisfied, rumbling purr at how he was already a richer, glossier shade than he had been just a couple week ago.
Gwenaeste had already tarried in this land of water and sand and sun for longer than he had planned, though he was still finding it difficult to move on. He was a strong swimmer, and was enjoying feasting on the plentiful fish. But better than the fish, this place seemed overflowing with gems and coins and trinkets the short-lived humans cached in their greed and left hidden long after they died. Gwen’s keen nose for such treasures had already unearthed two mouldy chests buried on the little rocky island he had commandeered, another scavenged from the skeletal ribcage of some great tree-beast that had fallen into the sea. At the thought of the shiny goodies his mouth watered, a slimy, oily film coating his tongue and teeth though he only thought about swallowing down some of the treasures.
Rising to his feet Gwenaeste shook himself briskly crest to tail to shed the thought like water droplets, scales on end and chiming against one another before he settled them flat once more and folded his wings. Enough of that for now- coin swallowed as quickly and heavily as he had been over the past days and he soon wouldn’t be able to fly under the metallic weight of his own scale. He stretched languidly until tailtip met snout, the sudden elevation bringing the speck on the horizon to his attention. The impending yawn turned into a deep huff of dismay. The first speck he’d flown out to meet, and was quite surprised to find it was something like a huge floating wagon of wood and rope and cloth teeming with humans, all the way out in the middle of all this water. They were less than pleased to see him, and caution won out over curiosity when all manner of weapons and shouts began appearing.
It seemed a safe assumption that dragons were either unknown or unwelcome here (unknown seemed more appropriate what with the mounds of treasure lying about unguarded and uneaten) so Gwen preferred to stay as hidden as something as large, shiny, and brightly colored as he was could. With a rasp of scale against stone he slid into the water, as comfortable in the waves as he was in the sky. He paddled lazily just off the shore, making his way around to the other side of the island so he could continue sunning himself until nightfall without worrying about being spotted. Stretched out in the water, wings slightly unfurled along the surface to effortlessly keep him level, Gwen was almost invisible in the warm blue waters.
The shadows had scarcely moved when he padded into the shallows, pausing when waves were still lapping at his belly and lifting his long snout skywards. There was a smell here, a mix of human-but-not and some metallic tang that wasn’t quite enough to make him feel aggressive and protective of the resource. He sat back on his haunches in the water, the majority of his body visible but deep enough that most terrestrial creatures would be slowed enough by the space of water to leave him plenty of time for a getaway. His long tongue flicked out of his mouth in a quick attempt to taste the elusive smell above the salt of the water, giving him pause enough to try and recall what language the men he’d encountered had yelled at him in. Head tilted and ears perked curiously- a dragon hadn’t much need for fear- Gwen called out softly, hoping he didn’t sound too much like a multi-ton predator full of sharp teeth and fire.
“Hello. Is someone here?”
Gwen’s eyes were a pleasant shade of blue today- blue as his scales, blue as the sky, blue as the sea breaking rhythmically against the outcropping of rock he had comfortably settled his formidable bulk onto. His great wings were held half open to gather the relentless sunshine with scales bristled as he methodically preened. Tongue and teeth were both employed to remove any grit the seawater had missed, prying out any loose scale to allow the pristine new scale to grow in more easily. There was so much ore, metal, and jewels to be had here that Gwen was sure he’d shine like a true gem when his new coat came in. He couldn’t help but let out a self-satisfied, rumbling purr at how he was already a richer, glossier shade than he had been just a couple week ago.
Gwenaeste had already tarried in this land of water and sand and sun for longer than he had planned, though he was still finding it difficult to move on. He was a strong swimmer, and was enjoying feasting on the plentiful fish. But better than the fish, this place seemed overflowing with gems and coins and trinkets the short-lived humans cached in their greed and left hidden long after they died. Gwen’s keen nose for such treasures had already unearthed two mouldy chests buried on the little rocky island he had commandeered, another scavenged from the skeletal ribcage of some great tree-beast that had fallen into the sea. At the thought of the shiny goodies his mouth watered, a slimy, oily film coating his tongue and teeth though he only thought about swallowing down some of the treasures.
Rising to his feet Gwenaeste shook himself briskly crest to tail to shed the thought like water droplets, scales on end and chiming against one another before he settled them flat once more and folded his wings. Enough of that for now- coin swallowed as quickly and heavily as he had been over the past days and he soon wouldn’t be able to fly under the metallic weight of his own scale. He stretched languidly until tailtip met snout, the sudden elevation bringing the speck on the horizon to his attention. The impending yawn turned into a deep huff of dismay. The first speck he’d flown out to meet, and was quite surprised to find it was something like a huge floating wagon of wood and rope and cloth teeming with humans, all the way out in the middle of all this water. They were less than pleased to see him, and caution won out over curiosity when all manner of weapons and shouts began appearing.
It seemed a safe assumption that dragons were either unknown or unwelcome here (unknown seemed more appropriate what with the mounds of treasure lying about unguarded and uneaten) so Gwen preferred to stay as hidden as something as large, shiny, and brightly colored as he was could. With a rasp of scale against stone he slid into the water, as comfortable in the waves as he was in the sky. He paddled lazily just off the shore, making his way around to the other side of the island so he could continue sunning himself until nightfall without worrying about being spotted. Stretched out in the water, wings slightly unfurled along the surface to effortlessly keep him level, Gwen was almost invisible in the warm blue waters.
The shadows had scarcely moved when he padded into the shallows, pausing when waves were still lapping at his belly and lifting his long snout skywards. There was a smell here, a mix of human-but-not and some metallic tang that wasn’t quite enough to make him feel aggressive and protective of the resource. He sat back on his haunches in the water, the majority of his body visible but deep enough that most terrestrial creatures would be slowed enough by the space of water to leave him plenty of time for a getaway. His long tongue flicked out of his mouth in a quick attempt to taste the elusive smell above the salt of the water, giving him pause enough to try and recall what language the men he’d encountered had yelled at him in. Head tilted and ears perked curiously- a dragon hadn’t much need for fear- Gwen called out softly, hoping he didn’t sound too much like a multi-ton predator full of sharp teeth and fire.
“Hello. Is someone here?”