uisgeannan | Some kind of dragon au

[Those gnaws and bites actually hurt, but Vanitas doesn't let go. He's grown in some of his adult scales, but they haven't toughened enough to prevent the other's teeth from opening small wounds along his forelimbs, that begin to drip blood.

There's a small noise in the back of his own throat when the pain registers, but if anything he just wraps him tighter in his grasp as his wings pump double-time to make up for the added weight. It's like trying to haul up a whole buffalo, and it's a good thing he's as strong as he is or else they'd be in a nose dive.

It's still a struggle, but somehow they escape imminent danger and soar over the treeline. Vanitas takes them a mile or two further, before he's finally too exhausted to keep flying, and takes them down. Unfortunately, there's no suitably cleared spot for a landing, so there's a few broken branches and clipped boughs in their wake.]

[ It's rough, but it gets the goldscale to stop struggling and thrashing as he curls inward to protect himself from the sudden whaps of branch and tree. The sound of snapping wooden limbs makes him flinch, so much so that even when they finally touch down and land he's an anxious little ball, huddled up tight. ]

[Vanitas drops him the last few feet, letting him land in his little ball as he crashes against some bushes and comes to rest.

His breaths are coming fast through his nostrils, snorting and rumbling faintly in both irritation and pain as he picks himself up out of his rough landing and finds a more comfortable spot against the ground. He licks at his wounds, eyes glaring slightly at the smaller dragon as he does so.

You are way more trouble than you're worth, runt. B(]

[ Oh my gosh not his fault okay )8 as soon as he comes to a rolling stop Ven spends another few seconds in his tight little ball quivering until he finds the nerve to pull his head up and hastily scans the skies and their immediate surroundings.

No catapults, no humans. Just him, Vanitas, and a whole bunch of broken trees.

Hopefully Vanitas wasn't hoping to have space all to himself to deal with those wounds because as soon as Ven's ears catch the sound of one of the snapped branches falling to the underbrush below he's scuttling over to Vanitas as quickly as possible with an anxious series of grunts let him under one of those paws okay )8 he needs to wiggle between you and the ground. ]

[In response, the larger dragon hisses and flares out his spines again, moving a few steps back.]

Idiot. You could've gotten us both killed.

[ Ven shrinks back and flattens to the ground as he's hissed at, crooning sadly and curling his tail around one leg. ]

I didn't know--I'm sorry! [ Paws at the ground towards Vanitas ): moooooooom let him iiiiinnn ]

How do you not know humans are dangerous?

[HE'S NOT YOUR MOM, HARUMPH. And that beseeching little cower will not work on him--he's immune to your adorable hatchling act.]

Just how young are you?

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[ YOU'VE BEEN ADOPTED DEAL WITH IT. And deal with his sad moooom crooning too, because he's going to give a few more of those too as he flattens his earstalks back guiltily. ]

I've never seen any before! I didn't know they had metal breath... [ He doesn't even know the correct word for what they'd been fired at with. THAT'S HOW LITTLE HE KNOWS. Ven drops his chin to the ground and whines. ] I only left my nest a little while ago...

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[Ghhhhhhhh... his worst fears are realized. This thing really is green--just his luck.

Vanitas continues to lick the cuts on his forearms, watching the other through slitted pupils and narrowed eyes. What to do with him? The runt's still practically helpless, and he's already gotten attached to the blackscale, judging by his behavior.]

Figures.

[Huffing through his nostrils, he straightens himself, standing back on all fours before he shakes himself off. His wounds are still bleeding slightly but they're starting to close--no thanks to Ven and his sharp little teeth.]

Forget about finding food. You're on your own.

Huh?? [ Ven's head lifts abruptly, but his body language is anything but perky as he looks up at the older dragon in surprise and alarm. He can't really mean-- ]

Don't go! I won't go near anymore humans, I promise! [ He's on his feet a moment later, shying forward a few steps in a quick dart until he remembers he got hissed at last time for trying to impose on the other's space. ]

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It's not just humans--I don't have time to hatchling-sit you.

[He has better, way cooler things to do. Like gather treasure and cool off in his river okay.

The dart forward also gets him another bristle, before the larger dragon moves past him, into the thicker trees. Of course, since Ven is smaller he won't have a hard time following, if he's brave enough.]

Go bug someone else.

[ Biggest butt ever.

But Ven's butt, and you bet he's brave enough to follow--or in reverse, spooked enough by their recent encounter with trouble to want to stick near the other, bristled spines or not. Ven's on his heels almost immediately, yapping once at him, imploring. ]

You don't have to look after me, I'll be good! I'll take care of myself!

Right. 'Cause you've done such a good job of that, so far.

[He doesn't even turn around, just grumbles that at him as he walks, ruffling his wings a bit before his tail lashes in a thwap.]

[ It bowls the goldscale right over and sends him tripping over himself as he tries to get his feet under him once again, but Ventus persists and hops after the larger dragon quickly with another imploring croon. ]

I said I was sorry... I won't do it ever again, I swear.

[Suddenly, the larger dragon stops, and turns, head arching back around as his wings lift higher off his body. His lips pull back, revealing his very, very sharp teeth and canines as he snarls.]

I said... Get. Lost. Now.

[ This time Ven practically flattens himself into a pancake on the ground as his eyes widen and his own wings do the opposite and tuck in close. That definitely wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting if the expression on his face is anything to go by, and after a moment of staring up into Vanitas' sharp maw he actually skitters back a few shuffled steps as well.

Definitely cowed now, Vanitas is the boss :c ]

[Vanitas chuffs once in response, and turns back, slinking through the bushes and trees more hurriedly. Several ground birds scatter in his path, flying towards the higher branches to escape his determined march away.

Back towards the river he'd first come from.]

..... [ And for several moments, Ven stays put. He's unsure and guilt-ridden and worried he may have run off a new friend he's only just met. All by being naive and foolish. He hates that, doesn't want to leave things as they are. But Vanitas certainly doesn't want him around right now.

He couldn't stay mad forever...right? Ven could find some way to make it up to him right?? And then Vanitas wouldn't be upset and he'd let the goldscale hang around. He just needs to give him a little room!

So with that thought in mind he very slowly raises himself up again--and hurries after the other, trying to keep low and be as quiet as possible. ]

[He knows he's being followed, but if the smaller dragon knows what's good for him he'll give him plenty of space. His paws hurt with every step, which only makes him more irritated as he winds his way firmly back into the heart of his territory.

Instead of heading straight to the river, though, he follows a worn path into the moss and ferns upstream, towards the sound of rushing water. When he breaks from the foliage, he's at a ledge that seems to disappear into the middle of a tall waterfall. Actually, it leads behind it, into a natural cave with mist and more moss and algae clinging to the arched walls overhead. But the floor is relatively clear, and his large form disappears with ease inside, heading towards the furthest back corner.

It's not a huge den by any means, but it's comfortable enough for a lone dragon. It's obvious he hasn't lived here long, from the lack of items littering the floor, but he has managed to collect a few treasures and trinkets. A few geodes, crystals and unpolished stones are tucked into one niche. In another, an open coin purse, silver and gold rings, and circlet.

These treasures are ignored now, though, as the black dragon curls himself on a bed of dried branches, and goes back to licking his wounded forearms.]

[ He's very, very careful not to get too close as he (poorly) sneaks along after the other. He isn't making tons of noise, he's just not very...subtle. And when Vanitas disappears behind the waterfall he hurries forward along the ledge, thinking he's lost him...only to come to the open-maw of the cave, screech to a halt, and quickly turn on heel to run back out of sight.

Totally subtle. ]

[...So subtle. Though the sound of the waterfall drowns out any sound of him scrambling back, Vanitas still sees the cast of his shadow against the cave's opening, and perks his head.

And after another moment he huffs and gets up, resettling in a more comfortable position with his tail wrapped around his limbs and his wings tucked in close.]

[ HE'S STILL LEARNING OKAY. Hush. At least he knows better than to go barging into another dragon's nest willy-nilly and hangs back.

For like all of five minutes but the effort to be patient was there. He can't help being curious and anxious to see what Vanitas is doing, so he'll slowly start to creep forward until he can poke his head around the corner. ]

[And he's met with eyes glimmering at him from the cave's back.]

I thought I told you to get lost.

[ Hurk, whoops. Alright he definitely needs to work on his sneaking. Ven's earstalks flatten back again, passive. ]

...I'm not following you. [ yes he is. ]

You're really bad at lying.

[He rumbles, but he's also too exhausted to do much about it. The glimmering eyes blink several times, falling half-lidded before he gives a yawn.]

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