by notwearingsocks » Sat Sep 01, 2018 3:36 am
┌──────────┐usernamexxxxxxx scarlet_wolf
namexxxxxxxxxxx argus fafner
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indentargus could feel the heat of the scorching desert sand even through the thick soles of the leather boots that he was wearing; the small reptilian creature that perched upon his shoulder chirped it’s contentment, silver-gold scales gleaming in the harsh sunlight that beamed unfiltered from above.
indentargus had been in egypt for the past six years and had still yet to adapt to the heat, as his dragon companion had; the man was used to cool pine woods and snow that peppered mountaintops and lakes that froze over swiftly in the harshest of winters. egypt, while a fascinating place of magic, was definitely not argus’s forte.
indentand now he was headed home.
indentin a secret world of magic unknown to normal, unmagical folk, argus was both a wizard, author, and explorer; he had a wand tucked away in one of his back pockets and a small notebook in the other, full of his findings from his trip.
indentthe creature upon his shoulder was not tiny, but still small, about the size of a large chihuahua, and it had leathery wings folded tightly to its sides. silvery golden scales were thick upon its body, an armor-like exterior that protected the animal. cold-blooded, the dragon, gypsy, as argus had named her, was at home in the hot desert sun.
indentbut she would adapt, as all dragons did; they were incredibly versatile, as argus had learned, and she would be perfectly happy in argus’s home.
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argus's journal entries
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december 1st, 05:47:03 am.
indentgypsy has been an incredible companion in my travels. she braved the deserts with me, explored forbidden tombs that were littered with curses, and listened to my endless jabbering as i took my notes and spoke aloud to her.
and now she will come home with me.
indentas a wonderful specimen of the sand-hopper dragon species, gypsy’s species as a whole is especially designed for sudden changes in environment; they can “hop” from situation to situation with minimal amounts of stress.
indenti do sincerely hope that gypsy is no different.
december 3rd, 10:12:48 am.
indenttoday was our last day in egypt. gypsy seems aware that something is changing, that something is going to happen.
indenti talk to her frequently, but i am not sure that she understands, however smart she may be. she stole my notebook earlier, and watched as i tore apart my entire hut searching for it, only to give a cheeky chirp and reveal the notebook in question, tucked under her wing.
indentat home, i have many species of dragon living in the pine forest that i have resided in for my twenty-seven years of live. standard, garden-variety dragons that feed off of my vegetable patch, massive, black-winged dark-biters that sport fangs as long as the length of my arm, mole-wings, flightless, blind creatures with dark scales and tiny limbs that burrow under my home (causing, once or twice before, large amounts of damage).
indentgypsy will be the first non-native dragon that i bring home with me.
december 3rd, 06:57:03 pm.
indenti can recall the first time that i met gypsy.
indentas i trudged across the desert, my eyes wide for any sign of life beneath the sand, i saw movement; a tiny sliver of wing that peeked from the sand before disappearing like a flighty dream.
indentmy ultimate destination was the pyramid that i could see upon the horizon, distorted with the heat waves rolling from the hot tundra. supposedly, the king buried there had once had a dragon companion, an elusive species of desert-wing that was impossible to spot and even more impossible to touch.
indentbefore i could even take another step, the tiny dragon in the sand reappeared, only eyes this time, black pupils set in a silver-gold face that blinked up at me briefly.
indenti spoke to her, as i do so frequently even now; “hello,” i said, freezing in my tracks so as not to step on her or scare her away.
indentshe chirped back; i had never met a dragon that responded to human speech, and yet gypsy… she chirped at me and wiggled from the sand, exposing her entire body (which was, albeit, not that impressive, and yet her coloration was a gorgeous sight in the brightness of the desert and her wings were tucked incredibly neatly against her sides, reminding me suddenly of origami).
indenti crouched, then, the scholar side of my brain taking full control as i examined her; she remained unfazed, only peeking back up at me with her head cocked slightly.
indent“sand-hopper,” i can remember noting aloud, scrambling to grab my notebook and scrawl the words into the pages. “resident of the desert, they burrow beneath cacti, absorbing the water from the plant and hunting lizards and small owls that nest in the cacti. typically yellow in coloration, other appearance varieties include dark green and white.”
indenti squinted closer at gypsy, at her golden-silver scales that seemed to ripple like a smooth basin of molten iron. she was brilliant in color and curious in nature, as i could tell even by this brief meeting; she slid forward, belly low, as tentative dragons usually displayed, and sniffed lightly at me before trying to snatch my notebook from my hand.
indent“hey!” i had yelped, tugging it away. “that’s mine.”
indentshe stared at me, and chirped again.
indenti paused.
indentand then i reached out to her.
indent“come with me,” i invited softly, palm outstretched in her direction.
indentand then it was no longer me, i was no longer alone; it was us.
december 4th, 09:10:56 am.
indentgypsy loves it here.
indentshe has made friends with the common garden dragons, has fought over small scraps of food with the much larger dragons, ultimately winning her fair share of the meal. she is resilient and will let no dragon walk on her.
indentand i love it here, too.
indenti was hit with a sudden rush of longing as i walked up the dirt trail towards my cabin. the scent of pine, mingling with the unforgettable smell of dragon smoke, was familiar, nostalgic, even.
indentand i knew that i was home.
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