Kohaku
"Little dragon ..." Cooed a soft voice, "little prince, oh where or where are you~" The silvery voice began to rise with each word it spoke. A mocking laugh echoed around him, making it impossible for him to pin the source of it. His head swiveled side to side, searching desperately, but the laughter only grew louder, overwhelming him. It shifted from mocking to cruel.
All his senses told him to run, for whatever was laughing at him, speaking to him, was a danger. The hairs on the back of his neck stood when the bodiless voice spoke again, this time with a very flat and cold tone, though it turned terrifyingly singsong toward the end. "I found you, little prince!"
A gush of wind, some powerful force blasted at him, knocking him off his feet. Instantly, he stood back up and ran in the opposite direction of the cruel laugh which only grew louder and closer no matter how hard he ran and how far his feet carried him. He was suddenly shrouded in darkness and lifted off the ground.Though he struggled, something wrapped around his body, from his legs to his neck, restricting his movement and choking him both.
"I found you ..." It breathed onto his face.
Kohaku shot up from his place against a brick wall, panting heavily as sweat dripped from his forehead. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he wrapped a hand around his throat, checking for strangle marks. There was none. The tears in his eyes quickly took his attention the very next minute, though, he immediately wiped them away onto his shirt sleeve, he was more than a little embarrassed. How could a ferocious and mighty dragon cry? It was simply shameful, if anyone saw, they'd laugh at his weakness.
Fortunately, no one was around to see, or to be more precise, notice. The street the alley he sat - slept - in faced a busy street, for the very wall he laid his back against belonged to a busy and bustling inn. Many came in sober and others came out completely drunk. None of them noticed the apprehensive ten-year-old who had been near crying, though. And thank the gods! He was a mighty dragon! A very important factor. The shame would have been unfathomable.
He had been having the same nightmares for almost a months now, and they were only becoming more frightful and vivid. It was not only starting to affect his sleep but his physical state, as if it was real instead of nightmares. However, there were good dreams too, they felt just as real. They involved a palace and a pretty girl who felt familiar but he never met once a day in his life.
Now that he was awake there was no going back to bed, the boisterous noise from the inn made it impossible, anyway. The child stood onto his feet and dusted himself off, he had to look presentable for his kind. He also wiped his face with his sleeve just in case dirt smudges were left, though he had no mirror to be sure, he deemed himself decent looking just as his stomach started to grumble loudly. Again, he was blessed no one had heard. It was time to fill his belly. At last the food in the inn would be cheaper than the lodging.
With his small stature and height, he was able to slip past others and into the bar. However, he wasn't able to get far before someone grabbed the back of his shirt collar, halting him. He slowly turned around as a big man, as ugly as an orc, sat, yet still loomed over him with his large build and height. He was clearly as drunk as could be as he threw coins at Kohaku who caught them on pure reflex. "Get me another drink and keep the rest, kid!" He laughed, fruitily.
Kohaku frowned at the coins, insulted and annoyed both. He tossed the coins back at the man to his surprise. "Get your own drink! I'm not your bell boy, you ugly jiji!" His hands placed themselves on his waist, glaring at him.
"Wh-what did you call me?" He sputtered.
"Ah, I called you an ugly old geezer." Kohaku casually clarified, wanting his message to get through without any misunderstandings.
Before he knew it, he was being lifted off the ground by his shirt, the man held him up high, dangling him as he stood at his incredible tall height. He began laughing along was with his friends as Kohaku struggled to get out of his grip. "Waaah! Put me down! What do you think you're doing?!" The dragon boy growled. How dare he?! His cheeks puffed full of air while he continued to glare his blue eyes at the man.
"Didn't your parents ever teach you to respect your elders?" He brought him closer so that they were face to face. His breath reeked of alcohol and Kohaku visibly recoiled at this. "Hm? I asked you a question boy!" More laughter came from the others surrounding them.
The dragon boy felt annoyed. So, he did what he always did when someone got onto his bad side. He turned his head and bit his arm. If it was any other kid biting, then he was sure the man wouldn't have screamed as loud as he did, his pain could be heard over all the talking, laughter and music of the bar. This was a dragon bite, however, a Kohaku dragon bite. Needless to say, it hurt like hell. And when Kohaku bit someone, he didn't let go so easily, despite the man having already releasing him.
Many drunks howled with laughter, some gave concern looks that only deepened as the man continued. "Agh! Get him off me! God damnit!" he cried, flailing around, desperately trying to shake the boy off.
In his attempt to shake him, he backed up and knocked over someone's table by falling onto it.