- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
The dragon continued to throw himself against whatever-it-was that he was trying to get into, now sticking his head inside the entrance and pressing against the ceiling in an attempt to push rocks and dirt out of the way. For a while, he seemed to be as determined as ever to get inside, but, as the RPers continued to talk amongst themselves, the dragon slowed down, eventually stopping entirely. He then turned his head slightly towards the RPers, as if… listening in?
He pulled himself up off the ground and turned his whole body towards the group, eyes narrowed at them. Blood was visible on his face from throwing his head against the rock. He let out a cry — but it was a fairly soft cry, and seemingly not an attempt at intimidating the RPers. He paused, and then he turned away from the RPers and began to scream at the ground, letting out his frustration by slashing aimlessly at the dirt with his claws and tail.
He then paused once more, and he looked down at the slash marks on the ground. He stepped just a bit closer to the RPers (still a somewhat comfortable distance away), keeping his eyes on the ground. By then, MK was right next to him. He pushed MK out of the way with his wing — not exactly gently, but still not harshly enough to make it look like harming MK was his intention. MK didn't seem to be too upset by this, scurrying out of the way and continuing to watch the scene from a bit further away. The dragon then turned his back to the RPers and started brushing his wing against the ground, smoothing out the dirt.
Then, with the claw of his wing, he began to etch lines into the dirt. Each line had to be reasonably large and deep in order to be clearly visible, which created a seemingly rather tedious process of the dragon running his claw back-and-forth along the ground several times in order to create each line. Eventually, though, the lines began to form letters. "W… H… O…" The dragon then started to etch out what appeared to be the first two strokes of an 'A', only to apparently change his mind, scribbling out that particular letter and brushing the dirt over again. He wrote two more letters, and then, apparently finished with his task, he walked around to the opposite side of his writing — so that he and the RPers faced each other with the writing on the ground in-between them. He seemed to remain tense as he waited expectantly for a response to his message:
"WHO R U"
He pulled himself up off the ground and turned his whole body towards the group, eyes narrowed at them. Blood was visible on his face from throwing his head against the rock. He let out a cry — but it was a fairly soft cry, and seemingly not an attempt at intimidating the RPers. He paused, and then he turned away from the RPers and began to scream at the ground, letting out his frustration by slashing aimlessly at the dirt with his claws and tail.
He then paused once more, and he looked down at the slash marks on the ground. He stepped just a bit closer to the RPers (still a somewhat comfortable distance away), keeping his eyes on the ground. By then, MK was right next to him. He pushed MK out of the way with his wing — not exactly gently, but still not harshly enough to make it look like harming MK was his intention. MK didn't seem to be too upset by this, scurrying out of the way and continuing to watch the scene from a bit further away. The dragon then turned his back to the RPers and started brushing his wing against the ground, smoothing out the dirt.
Then, with the claw of his wing, he began to etch lines into the dirt. Each line had to be reasonably large and deep in order to be clearly visible, which created a seemingly rather tedious process of the dragon running his claw back-and-forth along the ground several times in order to create each line. Eventually, though, the lines began to form letters. "W… H… O…" The dragon then started to etch out what appeared to be the first two strokes of an 'A', only to apparently change his mind, scribbling out that particular letter and brushing the dirt over again. He wrote two more letters, and then, apparently finished with his task, he walked around to the opposite side of his writing — so that he and the RPers faced each other with the writing on the ground in-between them. He seemed to remain tense as he waited expectantly for a response to his message:
"WHO R U"