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legionworld2017-10-24 12:16 am
agnominal) wrote in legionworld2017-10-24 12:16 am
Entry tags:
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?
----
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. ]
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.
----
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?
----
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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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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."
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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.