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When; April 2/ Before Dawn
Rating; PG/PG-13 (for dragonwrath?)
Characters; Angelus![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary; Angelus’s undignified entrance into the city
Log;
In a sudden flurry of violent wind, a monstrous form tumbles gracelessly from the sky. Her bulk casts a massive shadow in the heart of the City, and those who find themselves within the shadow’s boundaries would be wise to get away as quickly as possible. Disoriented, falling when she was sure she’d only just been standing on solid ground, the Red Dragon is out of any semblance of control.
With the sky and tops of buildings swirling above her, she only just manages to realize which way is up when she slams into the concrete hard. Stars flare in her visions, and she roars her pain, but, stunned for the moment, she doesn‘t move.
What has happened? Is this what becomes of the Bearer of the Seal?
What she can see of the world around her is alien, unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her thousand decades of life. Lights. Steel walls. A moving mechanical device.
The scent of humans fills her nostrils, and she suddenly realizes that this could be some sort of trap, one to kill her like they had killed her parents! Or a spell or binding set by the Watchers to hold her so they could destroy her. The Seal! She scrambles about until she’s right-side-up, anger fueling her, and she roars again defiantly at those around her, prepared to take on any who might seek to capture or harm her. “Foul Vermin! I shall not be your sacrifice!”
Her rage appears to be short-lived, however, as the only thing to greet her challenge is the steady ticking sound in her mind. She shakes her head to clear it, and though the attempt doesn’t work, she moves on to studying this place she’s come to, suspicious eyes analyzing, planning, guarding thoughts.
“Caim” She calls steadily, expecting to hear his thoughts in her head, as always. But still nothing answered except the ticking sound. “What infernal land is this?”
Rating; PG/PG-13 (for dragonwrath?)
Characters; Angelus
sealedinscales and anyone who wants to joinSummary; Angelus’s undignified entrance into the city
Log;
In a sudden flurry of violent wind, a monstrous form tumbles gracelessly from the sky. Her bulk casts a massive shadow in the heart of the City, and those who find themselves within the shadow’s boundaries would be wise to get away as quickly as possible. Disoriented, falling when she was sure she’d only just been standing on solid ground, the Red Dragon is out of any semblance of control.
With the sky and tops of buildings swirling above her, she only just manages to realize which way is up when she slams into the concrete hard. Stars flare in her visions, and she roars her pain, but, stunned for the moment, she doesn‘t move.
What has happened? Is this what becomes of the Bearer of the Seal?
What she can see of the world around her is alien, unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her thousand decades of life. Lights. Steel walls. A moving mechanical device.
The scent of humans fills her nostrils, and she suddenly realizes that this could be some sort of trap, one to kill her like they had killed her parents! Or a spell or binding set by the Watchers to hold her so they could destroy her. The Seal! She scrambles about until she’s right-side-up, anger fueling her, and she roars again defiantly at those around her, prepared to take on any who might seek to capture or harm her. “Foul Vermin! I shall not be your sacrifice!”
Her rage appears to be short-lived, however, as the only thing to greet her challenge is the steady ticking sound in her mind. She shakes her head to clear it, and though the attempt doesn’t work, she moves on to studying this place she’s come to, suspicious eyes analyzing, planning, guarding thoughts.
“Caim” She calls steadily, expecting to hear his thoughts in her head, as always. But still nothing answered except the ticking sound. “What infernal land is this?”
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"I should like to explore this place. If exits to our homelands are as rare as you say, then I will not waste my time hunting them. Best to know how this chessboard is arranged." And maybe later, once she knew all of that, she would stumble across something useful. She was patient. So long as there was no sense of Caim in danger.
"I thank you for your information, human. Though I wonder," She mused, "if your kindness is driven by manners, sympathy, or ambition."
She turned to begin a walk through the city. Not flying, she was still too sore for that, after all, but she had to explore. Even if walking felt so distressingly humbling. She took little notice of the recording hardware tangled about her horns, and wouldn't have recognized it for what it was if she'd looked at it properly anyway. She simply figured the bit of debris would fall off on it's own with her movements.
[long ooc: sorry for not getting you name X3 Angelus doesn't share hers often, so she doesn't ask for it in return either. Also, I hope the bit about the recording stuff is alright. I can't think of any way for her to patch into the network except something like that. She certainly can't type X.x]