legionworld | dragon dragon, rock the dragon

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dragon dragon, rock the dragon

Who| Locus and you!
What| You couldn't really have a 'Game of Throne' event without a dragon. So. Have a dragon.
Where| Hallways, various biomes, eventually the training facilities.
When| Game of Throne event
Warnings/Notes| n/a

In the midst of everything that's going on, you might be forgiven for overlooking the transformations of a number of Legionnaires. There's more than enough going on to draw anyone's attention.

But it's a little hard to ignore a large, winged black dragon that is trying its best to make its way down a hall that is almost too small for it. Certainly too narrow for its wings to unfurl, and when it pauses to huff in annoyance, smoke and sparks filter through the hall in drifting clouds. There is a deep, unhappy rumbling from the creature, but it doesn't appear to be aggressive...per se.

Just largely annoyed by its inability to get anywhere fast. And it has to remember not to swing its tail or move too quickly, lest it smash into something.

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The biomes offer a little relief. One might happen through one of the areas and hear what almost sounds like snoring. A low, rumbling, steady noise, that has no apparent source. None that can be seen, at the very least.

Of course, that leaves the danger of wandering smack into a very irate, very large creature trying to have a nap somewhere comfortable. And how awkward would that be?

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Of course there are some areas meant for stretching ones legs, for flying about, and for experimenting with ones powers. Here, the dragon eventually lumbers, settling for setting a few dummies on fire in the hopes of taming its annoyance.

It's working to a certain degree, at least.

[ Want a custom encounter with the beast? Let me know, and I'll put down a starter. ]

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Appropriate clothing acquired (sports bra, tank, yoga pants, one of Locus' sweatshirts), stress worked out (walking, flying, parkour, landing wrong and hitting herself in the tit ow), and Emu on her shoulder- York heads for where she always does when things get a little overwhelming. Nothing new in his Biome and Locus-

Maybe Locus got away from this without weird shit happening. Who knew?

"Locus?" That rumbling is disconcerting as balls- it reminds her too much of a thing without a face, of a cackling zombie and chains. Gears grinding, winding, and clicking, clicking, clicking-

Before she can wind herself up too much she runs smack dab into something- something she can't see. What the fuck? "Shit-"

There's a snort, then a slight shift. Something shimmers as the dirt at her feet stirs, the imprint of giant feet left behind.

Then, the thing comes into view. It towers over her, reptilian face staring down into hers, nostrils flaring. Who is this, coming into his biome?

It considers her for a moment, before those slitted green eyes shift to rest on Emu.

"Oh holy fuck-" York scrambles backwards, Emu chittering as she curls up tight against York's neck, soft little chirring sounds pitched to sooth rolling out of her tiny, furry body. Averting panic is important and York is already thrown for a loop with her body-

This is way beyond the pale.

"D, tell Locus to stay inside, there's a fucking dragon out here-"

D?

Emu.

The dragon almost looks confused, as much as a giant, scaly animal can look confused, before its head lowers. There's a very deliberate sniff of the air. It doesn't appear to want to attack or bite, or even breathe fire at him.

Instead, it tilts its head at her. Those large green eyes blink. And even as different as he appears, that telltale scar still lies in place across the bridge of its snout.

He is not responding to his omnicomm-

Which is fucking concerning and she's got half a mind to make a break for the bunker except-

Except.

She knows that green. As sure as she knows the tinge of Delta's comforting logic? She knows that green. That pale storm green tinged with grey, how open they are for all that they're on a reptilian face. Dark scaled marred by a familiar crossing and she's being sniffed and, yeah, she hasn't really done more than hose herself off after the gym but...

"...Locus?" Tentative, she reaches out a hand to run it along his snout. "Is that you, lobo?"

York.

Whatever has done this to him? Must have done the same to York, only with slightly less dramatic results. When she reaches for him, he doesn't back away. Doesn't make any sudden movements, just breathes deeply with that same deep rumble that had first gotten her attention.

Here he'd been, trying to stay out of the way until all of this wore off. So much for that notion.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes." The tension goes right out of her, all that anxious fear at finding an apex predator just. Looming. Flushed away with a huff of breath. That little rumble that isn't like a purr? It's as familiar as the rest.

"...Guess you can't talk, huh?" Not that kind of dragon.

He hasn't exactly tried. He does now, pulling his head back before opening his mouth, those jagged sharp teeth all the more apparent now.

What escapes is guttural, like the dragging of stone against stone, but deeper. Warmer. Articulation is difficult, and he manages only a few strange noises before he shakes his head, tail swaying behind him like an irate cat.

OH. God.

That's a lot of teeth. She swallows, nerves ticking up again as Emu resumes her soothing chitter/purr thing and York reaches out to smooth her hands over Locus' muzzle.

"Shh, shh, it's okay babe." They're in private, that should be okay, right? Right. "It's fine. You're good. Kinda...badass and pants shittingly terrifying, but good. Beautiful."

Once more, he seems to calm. He's been very aware lately of how easily he could break or smash something, his mass and weight and strength far beyond what he normally commands. It wouldn't do to hurt York, even by accident.

So he lets her stroke her hands along his snout, rumbling at her and blinking those large green eyes slowly, before nudging her in the chest lightly. As if to say, no you, in the only way he can.

"You are a handsome lizard, aren't you?" Do dragons like being rubbed under their chin? Fuck it, She's trying. Her hands run light along Locus' scales, rubbing under his chin, seeking out the crevices behind frills and at the base of spines. Places that itch, maybe.

"Who's my pretty dragon?" Okay, nose bump to chest and she snorts. "Don't think you're gonna get a free motorboating out of this, buddy."

The dragon lets out a grumbling noise that sounds like a complaint or protest before shaking his head again. This time he sniffs at her hair before nudging her again. Look. See? They're both different. How about they talk about her transformation instead?

...he can't do much talking, for a start.

But the scratching does feel nice. While trying to remain as dignified as he can be as a giant winged lizard, he tips his head into the touch, and his tail comes to curl around his hind legs. Alright. Maybe this part isn't so terrible.

"Okay, okay- my turn, I get it-" She steps back enough and holds her arms out, shrugging off the hoodie so he can see all the curves and swerves bestowed upon her by this weird twist of magic. A little twirl and pose because, well.

She IS pretty. Ish. She thinks? Yeah, she'd tap herself if she were single and a dude. "I look a little like my aunt, I think? Which makes sense."

There is a rumble of agreement, or something like it, as the dragon's head tilts again to consider her.

Pretty is a word. York's never been unattractive, really, a fact that Locus has noted before but never placed a large amount of importance on. It tracks that he would also be similarly attractive as a woman...though some men probably make for worse-looking women than others, he considers. He doubts he himself would have been quite so fortunate.

If fortunate is in fact the word. He shifts on his claws, pulling himself up out of the crouch he'd been napping in, with a stretch that almost seems more tiger-like than dragon. The effect gives York a good idea of just how much larger he is now, and why he's out here instead of inside.

"...Is it rude to ask if I can ride you?" In this context the question has a very different meaning, but she is curious and Locus is tall, bigger than she'd thought, all sinuous muscle and glossy scales and green, green eyes. It'd make her inner nerd all kinds of giddy, even if Delta is vaguely concerned about the lack of a saddle.

Spoil sport.

She takes a half step back to run her hand down Locus' neck, walking along to his shoulders until she can lean in and rest against him. The deep thrum of his heart is ridiculously palpable now- and just as soothing as it is when he's got a human face and hands. "And you're still so warm. Damn."

Well, there's a reason for that, isn't there? The fire is there, he knows it is, simmering low and waiting for a reason to be unleashed.

Just to demonstrate he turns his head away from her, lest he risk catching her by mistake, and giving a short, purposeful burst of flame. It swells and billows upwards in the air before vanishing, and that heat? Seems to rise under his scales as he does so, before slowly simmering down once again.

At her request, he gives her a slightly doubtful look before sinking down as low to the ground as he can manage.

"....hot." Literally and figuratively. Her boyfriend's a dragon. That's- not a terribly odd thought and it probably says something that she leans into him when those scales warm, that she watches the gout of flame without trepidation. It's still Locus and he's still, always, safe.

For them, he's safe.

And, apparently, willing to give the riding thing a go. "You're the best, babe."

She swings a leg up and over, hopping and hefting until she's settled on his back, hands braced against his shoulderblades. "So- not too heavy, you're good?"

He shifts under her, pulling himself to his feet with care, noting where her legs and her center of balance rest. It's no harder than carrying York would have been piggyback, as they had been before.

But flying is new. Flying with a person? Even more untested.

There's a concerned grumble as he starts to amble forward, more to see if York can keep her balance on him like this before any attempt to take to the sky.

"Okay- a little like riding horses bareback, I kinda got it." A little. She shifts her weight accordingly, moving with Locus as best she can. It's been years- and it'd only been like, hell, once or twice even then but the mechanics are the same, right?

Right.

It's- interesting? Different enough to be novel and cool enough to keep her giddy. "I've got my flight ring to catch myself if I roll off."

You could just fly using that instead of riding me, he thinks, but has no ability to say. He just looks back at her with another huff, black smoke curling around his nose.

But that does solve the problem of what might happen if she falls. Not that he'd allow it, of course. Confident that she's got a good hold on him, Locus finally lets his wings stretch outward, as much as they can. How to go about this? Run and then take off? Maybe they were large enough to pick him up at a stand still?

He gives them an experimental flap, and the dust around them billows upwards in a cloud.

"Don't give me that look. I've wanted to ride a flying dragon since I was six, okay? You're making a childhood fantasy come true here." It's different from the 'being a superhero fantasy' which was also a thing and not one she's going ot touch right now. Right now it's-

Holding on, watching the mechanics of Locus' wings and realizing that, shit, maybe he didn't quite know how to fly yet.

Oh boy.

He'd had no real reason to try. Flying with the ring had been something he'd avoided, and the mechanics of this? Still a mystery.

But York wanted to ride a flying dragon. So. Maybe there was something he could do, to that end.

Turning, he regarded the long stretch of rocky slope in front of the base that was his habitat, before starting to make his way down to the bottom. Perhaps a running start up was what was needed, and York could use the practice in holding on.

She may be regretting her life choices a little- but then that made it a Tuesday. Nothing new or earth shattering or even all that startling in the revelation, not in the slightest. This was-

Alright. Locus would learn and she would hold on. Careful, she tucked herself close along Locus' neck, waiting. "You can do it, babe."

His head pivoted back to look at her, a deep rumbling catching in his throat as he shuffled on his feet. This was pretty damn new to him, and that faith might be misplaced but...

Alright. They're giving this a try.

Holding his wings aloft, he started to pad his way up to the top, giving a mighty flap as he drew near and...well, he'd lifted off the ground, but not with the height he'd intended.

It ended with him simply leaping backwards some distance, and landing awkwardly on the slope. Alright. Running up might not be the best plan.

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