[ShadyBro]

Though no scars are visible, the internal damage from years of abuse has taken its toll on the poor dragon. It has difficulty flying straight and because of that isnt able to catch its own prey, causing it to become severely underweight. Its fear of humans will surely make feeding this unfortunate dragon difficult.

Rider: River Song
Names: Mal & Set
Gender: Male
Species: Seashocker

Are all tasks completed?: Yes

[River Song]

(Complete) Task #1 - The first incounter of dragon and rider

(Complete) Task #2 - Mal and Set are very suspicious of others, and don't like sleeping without a guard. The way they achieve this is one of them sleeps, and the other keeps watch.

(Complete) Task #3 - This is an account from Mal and Set of getting captured by the hunters. This dragon has a tendency to talk to itself, Mal and Set speaking between each other as if they were humans (They still speak dragon, however, they just hold dignified conversations). Red text is Mal, grey is Set.

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When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye,
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry,
You float like a feather,
In a beautiful world,
I wish I was special,
You're so very special.

Names;; Mal(right head) and Set (left head). Mal means bad, and Set is the Egyptian god of chaos and the desert.
Gender;; Male


Task #1 -
I have had my fair share of dragon encounters, not all of them positive. There was one time with this deadly nadder... But that doesn't matter right now. All you need to know about that is that I couldn't walk for a week after. That is not what this story is about. This story, is about a different dragon. Or, dragons. I know them now as Mal and Set. An ironic name, as they are the sweetest dragons you can ever meet.

This is the story of how I met my beloved seashocker. I had snuck into the sanctuary. I know that most people would view it as a horrible thing to do, but hey, sneaking is what I do best. I knew I wasn't supposed to be there, but something had drawn me to that place. I spent a bit of time poking around, seeing what I could find, until I heard a growl. I looked up, and made eye contact with something. Four yellow eyes peered from the depths of the water. A seashocker. I didn't know it at the time, but this dragon and I would bond eventually. As I looked at the white creature, I saw something rather disturbing. The poor dragon was horribly thin, eyes sunken and skull like and ribs showing through its scales. I pulled out a fish from my backpack and held it out, yet the dragon backed away. I knew it was hungry, but seemed to be terrified of me.

I didn't want to scare the dragon more, so I lightly tossed the fish into the water. Instantly it dived, and surfaced with the fish in it's right mouth. The left head bent over and took half, and then they both ravenously swallowed.

I was pulling out another fish, when I heard a noise behind me. I whirled around, only to come face to face with a viking I had never seen. I tossed the fish into the water, and a blur of movement told me that the dragon had caught it. Then, I bolted.

I ran until I was sure that the Viking was not following me. I had left the sanctuary for now, but I was going to come back for that dragon.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control,
I want a perfect body,

I want a perfect soul,
I want you to notice,
When I'm not around,
You're so very special,
I wish I was special.

Task #2 -

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

Oh, oh

She's running out again,
She's running out...
She run run run run...
Run...

Task #3 - This is an account from Mal and Set of getting captured by the hunters. This dragon has a tendency to talk to itself, Mal and Set speaking between each other as if they were humans (They still speak dragon, however, they just hold dignified conversations). Red text is Mal, grey is Set.

Memories have a way of getting fuzzy over time. They soften around the edges, like looking at
faraway houses through the fog. You know what they are, in a general sort of way, but you can't
describe them in detail. But some memories stay sharp, no matter the fog of time. Or that's how it is for
me. Shouldn't speak for anyone else, I guess.

I remember my last day of freedom like it was yesterday.

I remember it as well. The ocean seemed so wild, such a free thing. You had wanted to go exploring Mal. I told you that the pod was where we were safe, yet you didn't listen.

I wish now that I had. We glided through the water, away from the pod, away from safety, and soon found ourselves in an unfamiliar area. That was when we saw the ship. We didn't know what it was, and as they say, curiosity killed the cat.

We approached the boat, only to have something thrown around us. It was thinly webbed, and seemed to catch on our scales and wings. Despite my attempts at shocking the thing off of us, we were hauled up, and out of the water.

We thrashed around for a couple of seconds, yet soon being out of the water took its tool on us. Set passed out first, and I panicked, thrashing until I hit my head.

When we woke up, we were not somewhere we had ever been before. We were in a glass tank, and at first we attempted to slam ourselves against the walls to get out.

It didn't work. What happened after is blurry. Maybe I cant bring myself to think about it, or maybe I truly don't remember...

Whatever makes you happy,
Whatever you want,
You're so very special,
I wish I was special...
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here,
I don't belong here.

Lyrics from Radiohead's Creep

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