[ s ] Tea and Company (Fierce Warrior/Death Hunter/Conquered)
Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2025 11:35 am
For not the first time since agreeing to meet Gale and his grandson, Fierce wondered if there was a possibility of him sneaking away before either of them noticed he was gone.
"It's looking at me strangely," he said instead.
Gale, who was murming something in a soft voice to Conquered, craned his neck around to look over at him, brows furrowing. "What do you mean by 'strangely?' He's just looking at you like he normally would."
"Definitely strangely," Fierce insisted, which was possibly not true, but certainly felt true.
In front of him, the many legged creature was gazing up at him with beady eyes, tiny horns curled back against its smooth head. It looked remarkably similar to the dragon that followed Gale around, only with extra limbs, a more slender tail, and a less...polite look about it. Actually, if Fierce thought about it, it was nothing like Gale's dragon, because Gale's dragon was quiet, the color of a winter storm, and entirely faithful to the other kimeti, continuously following him around with a single-minded devotion that was, in all honesty, quite impressive.
This creature was not that. This creature was a mix of blue and gray and green and its tightly coiled horns and razor sharp claws were both menacing and very much in danger of stabbing through one of Fierce's ankles if he got too close to it. He suspected that, if he cared to try, it would reach up and gouge his eyes out if he leaned down any further to inspect it.
The dragon let out a little hiss between its teeth. Fierce decided another step backwards was warranted.
"He's quite friendly," said Conquered, in his soft little voice. He was a frail thing, nimble, with a sharply protruding, bony structure that made him look as though one strong breeze would carry him away to the mountains. His tail was not quite like Fierce's, with a bit less of the spikes and more of the frills, but it was still an impressive tail nonetheless. Fierce had met several of Gale's children and grandchildren by now, and by all accounts they were good natured and well-behaved (mostly; there were always execeptions, unfortunately). Fierce couldn't say the same of his own children (he thought wistfully, sadly, of Daughter and then banished the thought just as fast) and the jealousy sat like an ugly rock in the pit of his stomach.
He tried not to think about that. Or anything except this moment here.
"He looks like he's going to eat me," said Fierce, and while he didn't exactly see Gale roll his eyes, he felt the motion.
"Don't be absurd," said Gale, "he's a quarter of your size. And he's quite nice."
Fierce sincerely doubted this last fact, but he let it go. Instead, he folded his legs beneath him and sank down to lay on the ground in front of the dragon, keeping a suspicious eye on the little creature just in case.
Nothing happened, insofar as that he didn't get eaten. But the creature did scuttle a little closer to give a curious sniff before scampering off again, tail whipping through the grass and back to Conquered. It curled up at his hooves, looking lovingly up at the zikwa, who made a cooing sound at it that was nauseatingly sweet.
Gale was giving Fierce a pointed look that Fierce was pointedly ignoring. Not that bad, he thought, and then quite nice, and then,
I miss -
He didn't finish the thought.
"It's looking at me strangely," he said instead.
Gale, who was murming something in a soft voice to Conquered, craned his neck around to look over at him, brows furrowing. "What do you mean by 'strangely?' He's just looking at you like he normally would."
"Definitely strangely," Fierce insisted, which was possibly not true, but certainly felt true.
In front of him, the many legged creature was gazing up at him with beady eyes, tiny horns curled back against its smooth head. It looked remarkably similar to the dragon that followed Gale around, only with extra limbs, a more slender tail, and a less...polite look about it. Actually, if Fierce thought about it, it was nothing like Gale's dragon, because Gale's dragon was quiet, the color of a winter storm, and entirely faithful to the other kimeti, continuously following him around with a single-minded devotion that was, in all honesty, quite impressive.
This creature was not that. This creature was a mix of blue and gray and green and its tightly coiled horns and razor sharp claws were both menacing and very much in danger of stabbing through one of Fierce's ankles if he got too close to it. He suspected that, if he cared to try, it would reach up and gouge his eyes out if he leaned down any further to inspect it.
The dragon let out a little hiss between its teeth. Fierce decided another step backwards was warranted.
"He's quite friendly," said Conquered, in his soft little voice. He was a frail thing, nimble, with a sharply protruding, bony structure that made him look as though one strong breeze would carry him away to the mountains. His tail was not quite like Fierce's, with a bit less of the spikes and more of the frills, but it was still an impressive tail nonetheless. Fierce had met several of Gale's children and grandchildren by now, and by all accounts they were good natured and well-behaved (mostly; there were always execeptions, unfortunately). Fierce couldn't say the same of his own children (he thought wistfully, sadly, of Daughter and then banished the thought just as fast) and the jealousy sat like an ugly rock in the pit of his stomach.
He tried not to think about that. Or anything except this moment here.
"He looks like he's going to eat me," said Fierce, and while he didn't exactly see Gale roll his eyes, he felt the motion.
"Don't be absurd," said Gale, "he's a quarter of your size. And he's quite nice."
Fierce sincerely doubted this last fact, but he let it go. Instead, he folded his legs beneath him and sank down to lay on the ground in front of the dragon, keeping a suspicious eye on the little creature just in case.
Nothing happened, insofar as that he didn't get eaten. But the creature did scuttle a little closer to give a curious sniff before scampering off again, tail whipping through the grass and back to Conquered. It curled up at his hooves, looking lovingly up at the zikwa, who made a cooing sound at it that was nauseatingly sweet.
Gale was giving Fierce a pointed look that Fierce was pointedly ignoring. Not that bad, he thought, and then quite nice, and then,
I miss -
He didn't finish the thought.