uisgeannan | Some kind of dragon au

Exactly.

[But way more valuable than what he'd been able to collect on his own. A few shiny baubles and stones were one thing, but this was real gold, and his species was drawn to it like a moth to flame. As a tiny hatchling he'd played around in his broodmother's treasure hoard... easily fifty times the size of his own... even though the memory was faded the feel of the coins in his palm triggered a happy and content response.] This is really great.

.... [ Ven cants his head a little--the gold shimmer's pretty, but it doesn't hold the same fascination and wonder for him. He's already gold and shiny and it'd be pointless for goldscales to attract themselves to one another instead of diversifying. Baubles are much less their thing than other types of dragons, but if they make Vanitas happy...

He'll turn quickly back to his own pack and begin pawing at it again, trying to see if he can find any of the gold coins as well. Mostly it's just the bottles though, and although they clink pleasantly when they collide with one another there's nothing as fantastic about them as Vanitas' coins.

So Ven does the next best thing to make use of them and grabs one between his front paws and sits down on his belly to gnaw at the end of one with his teeth, gumming and licking at it as he watches the blackscale. ]

I don't think I got any.

It's fine.

[He's less concerned with what Ven's doing right now, and is instead focusing on finding any more hidden gems or coins. But his rifling through the rest of the bags just produces more random items and a few water skins.

The coins are definitely the most important part. And once he has them safely secured, he raises his head and glances over at the other, cocking his head a bit.]

What'd you find?

Weird rocks! [ And right one cue he gnaws a little harder and breaks right through the middle of one bottle and quickly makes a face at the bitter taste. Yuck. That was definitely mead or something, but at least his maw is tough enough that the tiny fragments of glass don't cut into him or anything.

It also doesn't stop him from batting around a few more, much smaller ones, and bumping them with his muzzle as he sniffs them. ]

They smell.

Hnh.

[This needs further investigation, because the goldscale obviously has no idea what he's talking about. Vanitas steps closer, and picks up one of the small bottles to examine it, sitting back on his haunches as he sniffs.

He has no experience with them, either, but can't smell what the other's talking about. It just smells like cork from the top, to him.]

I don't think these are rocks.

What do you think they are?

[ That is because his nose is superior, mister. Even with the corks in he can pick up trace amounts of what's contained within and several carry the scent or, well...sweet. Like spring when flowers tend to bloom, but much heavier and not so fresh. Some smell more bitter, others like plants he's found while moving through underbrush. Nothing terribly exciting, but it is rather fun to push them across the ground with a bat of his paw.

He'll nose his way back to the bag and shake it out a little. Which is of course more bottles, but there is a tied bunch of dried plant matter to be found as well. It looks like dried grass or reeds or...something, but that doesn't matter. What does is the scent that hits his nose, making practically all of him perk up before he takes several more quick sniffs of his as his pupils dilate.

That is an amazing smell wow. Wow. What is that?? It's like wheat or lavender or clover--something made of all of those. And it smells like happiness (that's the best way he can put it, because he feels giddy after each inhale). ]

Some human thing.

[Which is to say, he has no clue, but he'll bite off the cork and try sniffing after he has it removed. But his first whiff smells like almost sickly sweet herbs, and actually stings his nostrils a little. Not as much as whatever he'd been hit with had, but it still catches him off-guard and makes him snort before he drops the bottle back to the ground.

An amber colored liquor runs out, staining the dirt and grass as he turns away from it and blinks once at Ven, before he settles down and starts counting his coins again.]

[ Go ahead and count your coins man Ven found something even better and he literally can't get enough of it. His nostrils flare as he quickly snags the bottle in his mouth and growls a little, playfully like a whelp would do when "hunting" a meal that's already been killed for them and they are just doing the sou tough!! thing.

And then he's snorting, dropping it on the ground, and rubbing his chin and head all over it. ]

[The noise makes his head raise again, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. He's used to Ven doing weird things and generally acting like a pup, but this is different--he can sense that something's off, though he's not exactly sure what yet.

Raising back to all fours, he steps closer, only to find the other rubbing and chuffing at the ground in a display that is...

Well, bordering on playful but also almost mating? He's still confused and a little surprised, as he sits himself down again and watches.]

[ W O W rude it is like 98% playful you butt. Totally pure in his intentions to get this dumb smell all the heck over him because he thinks it's the bee's knees. He's not even paying attention to Vanitas, rubbing his cheeks and brow, then the top of his head into the ground until he just rolls all the way onto his back and wriggles around. Then his feet flail a little and he snorts again like he's just remembered his precious vial is not within sight and he rolls back over quickly, paws catching the ground as he chuffs with large eyes and goes tense all over.

Of course the vial's still close by even if he's rolled all over it and he slaps a paw over it...several times, like he's expecting it to jump away each time he lifts it. Which of course it doesn't but he jumps up anyway and tosses his head, running around in a quick circle before he snatches it up in his maw and throws it two feet to the side so he can pounce and start rubbing all over it again. ]

[Such a tiny goober. The display makes him cock his head further, watching in a mixture of amusement and curiosity. And to be fair, he's never actually run across another dragon in heat... it just prickles something in the back of his mind that has him almost charmed.

It's more gratuitous than the way Ven was scratching at his back to remove his scales, and after a moment he comes closer, sniffing around the other to catch whatever scent has him so stirred up. It doesn't have the same effect on him, but he has to acknowledge that it smells nice. Still, he's not about to throw himself down and wallow in it.

Instead, he lifts a paw and pokes once at the other's underbelly when he rolls again.] What're you doing?

It smells good! [ Which apparently is answer enough as he croons and bats back at the other's paw for a short moment or two. Then it's like something clicks and he just really really really wants to play and he chuffs with an eager squirm on the ground, tail swishing. ]

So you're gonna bathe in it?

[Which, still looks pretty flirtatious to him. He isn't sure what's suddenly changed, but he's not really looking at Ven as the twerp he used to be. Maybe his new scales really are affecting his mind.

In response to that chuff and wiggle, Vanitas bends in his own play-posture--not as deeply, but it's obvious that he's willing despite the sting in his arm.]

[ It's a little, but it's enough and Ven's even willing to give up his happy-smelling bottle for the moment to chuff in excitement as he hurries to get his feet under him, and the moment that happens he's all but pouncing at Vanitas. His wings flare more because he feels wired than any real desire to make himself seem bigger or to take flight. They're flattened against his back almost a half-second later anyway because his front paws are coming up to try and catch the older dragon.

Yes he wants to jump and chuff all over him, but it's all play for the goldscale and he whines happily even "on the attack", if his excited bouncing and snapping could even be called as such. Half the time he's trying to roll into Vanitas anyway. ]

[He takes the 'battering', stepping back out of the way to dodge a few pounces and falling under one or two. But when Ven rolls a second time, Vanitas darts forward and gives his own pounce, pinning him in on his back as his head comes down to nip at his neck.

His own tail's thrashing more animatedly than usual, tip flicking back and forth through the air in pleased enjoyment.]

[ And of course Ven bleats in mock-distress, snuffling and biting at air and wriggling as he's pinned. More than once or twice he tries to paw the other's muzzle away with his front legs as he reflexively curls and draws his tail and hinder legs in as well, but he's obviously enjoying everything.

He's still making stupid happy whines between each nip. ]

[Ugh, it's almost gross how adorable he is. Vanitas resists the pawing, gnawing at one of his paws that he catches in his mouth with light presses of his teeth that can in no way pierce his skin. It's dumb but he feels himself actually falling into a more giddy mood for the second time that day, and all because of Ven.

Letting go of his paw, he goes back to nipping and actually licking the other's neck and jaw, chuffing lightly in between and batting him around with playful swipes.]

[ Shut up it's your inner wedding cake coming out C8 Ven's delighted and keens happily when he receives a lick--thatreally never happened--but then he's flopping around and rolling this way and that, not really trying to escape but he certainly makes a show of it, even rolling up onto his belly a few times onto to allow himself to get bowled over easily.

First chance he gets though he is going to push himself along the dirt with his feet and try to latch onto one of Vanitas' paws with his. ]

[alskfjl shhhh shhhhh you aren't supposed to know about that 8< He snaps and chuffs more when Ven rolls over, head cocking a bit when he tries to grab one of his paws.

To tease him, he moves it out of the way at the last second, holding it up to see what his reaction will be.]

[ At first he sort of claps his paws uselessly together, trying to reach it even if he knows it's too high. Then he wiggles a bit and arches his chest out to give him a few more inches, but when that too fails he chuffs back, barks once, and then quickly clambers back onto his feet to try and make a jump at the other. ]

[This time, he lets him have it. Success! Ven grabs hold of his paw and pulls it down.

now what.]

[ He is going to ATTACK IT LIKE A MAN aka bite sharp but without putting any of his teeth into it, gnaw a whole lot, and then lick him. Everywhere.

he is the best hunter it is him C8 ]

[sou fierce is you little gold thing

Vanitas watches for a while, then ducks his head in and nudges the other with his snout. He snorts a couple times, then retracts his paw so that he can then wind it over the other's back and pull him closer.

Then, he simply flops onto him. For a few seconds Ven might feel squished, before he rolls more to the side, and just gathers him close.]

[ HE FEELS IMMENSELY ACCOMPLISHED. Even when he's flopped on and it makes him squeak Ven practically croons, soaking up the contact like a little sponge. It's a lot more comfortable when Vanitas adjusts himself though, and belly heaving with his quick little breaths after all that romping around, Ven will crane his head back with his tongue lolled and try to give at least a few licks to the underside of the blackscale's jaw. ]

[Which really doesn't help matters. Vanitas still sees it as a sign of flirtation rather than simple affection, and rumbles his approval.

He ducks his own head, bowing it so he can lick at the base of the other's neck and nuzzle against his wings, before he pushes him down a foot or so, paws still holding him close in an almost hug by human standards.]

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