RP:White Wyrms and Mist Dragonettes
Fog Forest Path
The swirling mass continues to draw you deeper and deeper into this eerie place, just as the dense bushes that blocked your path slowly give way. The fog is even deeper here than to the south and completely obscured your legs from the knees down. No longer can you see where the path is below you but the occasional snap of a dried out twig and the absence of stones and tree stumps suggest you are following some dirt track. You could turn east to a gap in the trees or head northwards either way the fog continues to thicken in both directions. If fear of the unseen and unknown has taken grip of you the path south appears much more clearly.
Rilling having been wandering around farther then she had ever ventured before, now is highly aware that she is lost. The severity of the situation doesn't seem to really sink into the white dragon's head though. Really all that seemed to matter to the wyrmling was finding and so called observing anything that moves that she feels she can take down and abusing it with her claws and forehead and proceeding to freeze it. Some would call Rilling simple minded, others would argue that due to her younger age she is just going off of instinct. In any case the dragon was in some terms vulnerable being around the size of a large dog such as a golden retriever. Translucent clear scales cover her body not quite old enough to take upon the white coloring famous among her kin the dragon could actually still even be considered a hatchling to some at this point not much older than a year and another half. Her blue eyes were scanning for any notification of a food source and she seemed to be slinking down low as she slowly creped almost as if a cat, odd for a dragon but not unheard of. The young dragon had been on its own since hatching and has had very little experience with meeting others, the fact being, this is indeed the first time she had ventured out of her native land of Frostmaw. What is surprising is how far she had traveled due to above fact. Pity whatever small creature unknowingly makes its presence known to the dragon only to be encased in ice from an upcoming cryogenical explosion.
Ranok walked among the trees. He was sans a ranger or guild today, simply opting to stick to the main path. He knew better then most how dangerous the forest was if you were in it at a bad time. Mostly that was the night or under the full moon, or when the Mist Dragon was hungry, 'any time at all'. Proof of his experience laid in his companion, who he was taking out for a walk. The juvenile mist dragonette was romping through the underbrush, more then pleased to be in its native element. It saw through the mists perfectly fine, and acted as if they energized them. For all Ranok knew, they did. As for the man himself, he was tough to miss. Standing at seven feet tall, broad of shoulder as you'd expect a blacksmith to be, and clad in a very well worn leather duster. Much less worn looking, but no less loved, was his rather stylish hat. In his hands was a stave covered in runes that marked it as indestructable. Following him was a trio of electric blue lights, burning steady. Ranok's passage through the forest wasn't outragously noisy, but it was difficult for him to be sutble. His sheer size, even despite his boots carrying a muffling enchantment that ate sound, rather made for some noise. And the dragonette was simply too young and inexperienced to learn how to stalk correctly. As for why the man had been in the forest in the first place, he was walking his dragon. And surveying the forest. The place was unhealthy, due to a heavy dosing of acid rain from a hostile dragon not even a month and change before. He was considering if the forest was in need of intervention, and whether there was anything to be done. Holding a leaf in between fingers thoughtfully, the sounds of some poor rabbit being sent into a frozen block of ice catches his attention. Gray eyes snap up, thinning and flickering slightly. He clicks his tongue to heel the dragonette, and was promptly ignored, as per usual. The thing had a mind of its own, to Ranok's consternation. Opting to set his jaw slightly, instead, grip changes on the stave slightly, and he moves forth much more quietly now to discover the source of the breath, and the magic.
Rilling is filled with a semi hard to describe glee that only younglings can exhibit due to the fact she had successfully frozen her prey. The dragon now feeling it has no reason to be stealthy blindly runs up to its chilled trophy and proceeds to rub her head up against it, roughly at that, pretty much head butting the now sculpture of the rabbit in an attempt to get any sort of feel for it. This was mostly due to the fact that dragons tend to have a bad sense of touch due to their thick scales they tend to really not feel a thing most of the time mostly being a positive but in this case a negative. The young dragon planned on eating the rabbit eventually but seemed to be having way too much fun playing with it as of now to even think about doing so any time soon. It is then that her other senses, that being of hearing and smell alerted her of another's presence. Rather than attempting to stalk this one like the last however she bolted toward the new presence hoping to receive similar results such of the last. She didn't really know the area at all, for all she knew other more powerful dragons could be about such as the ever so terrifying reds. Due to her wyrmling status however, it isn't really in her character to worry about such things. All that ever seems to cross her mind is finding prey and killing it. Not exactly a beast just not really taught much else. As a dragon, despite being the breed most commonly associated with beast like behaviors and the lowest intelligence albeit a very good long term memory the dragon seems to actually grasp the basics of common, if ever needed using that is. The few people the dragon has actually meant that are anything more than animals have all been bad experiences.
Ranok || The Mist Dragon was THE undisputed Queen of the Fog Forest. The single dragon that lived in the entire area, bar none. No others were in the area. Such was its mastery of its abilities, ancient powers, and so on and so forth. In contrast to the blasted Dragonplains, the Fog Forest was probably still around thanks to the weight the Mist Dragon had to throw around. Ranok's pet wasn't so terrifying, still being but a young thing, but it was in her blood. She was aggressive, curious, growing fast on a domesticated diet of ever steady red meats. And Rilling was heading right out to challenge the thing. The dragonette, hereto unnamed by the smith who took care of it more then owned it, was about the size of a small dog itself. Bright gray eyes that shone, literally, with magical powers. Its body wasn't hardened scales, but of tough to damage mists. Its semi corporeal abilities were just starting to manifest. This was, by rights in its mind, *its* territory, and by adaption, its native environment. As Rilling rushes out, the dragonette heads right into the fray, hissing in a challenge, wings spreading out to make it seem bigger. Freezing didn't bother it overmuch, as its own breath was freezing mists. Ranok wasn't too much further behind, holding a bush aside with his stave, "Sera, vat iz hall dis?" It appeared the dragonette actually did have a name after all.
Rilling knows she is much larger than the opposing mist dragon, with this all in mind her mood switches from happy go lucky to vicious and angry. The dragon actually in all honesty had never met another of its kind before. This appears to all be instinct for her coming from deep within. The dragon eyes the mist dragon never taking its own glance away as she slowly starts walking around it appearing as she could pounce at it at any given moment. Not really wanting to freeze anything she can't eat the dragon decides maybe it be better if she didn't waste all the energy. She did after all have a rabbit to eat. She then with a tone of seriousness and anger in her voice says in draconic to the mist dragon something along the lines of "This is my area; find your own unless you want to be murdered." The dragon didn't actually mean all these things, but she needed to sound intimidating and would if she had to attempt to follow through on her words unless something changes.
Ranok steps in behind the dragonette. All seven feet of him, imposing, looking vaguely pissed off, and very well armed. Affixing gray eyes to the wrym before him, "Vat's hall dis, den?" Over his right shoulder those lights blazed. He didn't fear dragons even in their adult forms. He was confident he could handle the white wyrm. And nobody, *nobody*, touched his pet dragon. The dragonette didn't seem to understand draconic, or simply didn't care. It was still all bared fangs, a steady stream of mist curling out from its maw, wings spread. It wasn't budging.
Rilling is actually afraid more of the human than the opposing dragon, looking upwards it realizes that this is a very bad situation that she is in. She could try freezing him but her body is cold (well colder) with fright. Not knowing exactly what to do the dragon attempts to back up while still looking at the human. She comes to the conclusion now is a better time than ever to try to use some common. "Land?" the dragon asks not knowing all in all what she actually said.
Ranok leans on the stave. But not before nudging the dragonette with a heavy boot. "Enough, hyu. Kheck youself before hyu vreck youself." The dragonette saw Ranok as its guardian, and while it didn't really pay much attention to his voice commands, him reprimanding via physical force was enough for now. The dragonette backs away a little, eyes still locked on Rilling. The smith peers at the wyrm, now. Those lights, too, seemed to be...looking at Rilling. Scrutiny from two sources. "Dat vas draconic. Bits und pieces, Hy vould bet. Schmoter den de average dragon, at least. Or possible not feral. A liddle far from home, tough, hain't hyu."
Rilling continues to be locked in a stare off with Ranok. Not really feeling all that much as of now the wyrmling in all honesty doesn't have enough life experience to know what to do in this situation. Half of her wants to just fly away or scurry as fast as possible. The other more reasonable half seems to have one over as she tries to think of another word she knows in common. After a minute which seemed like an eternity of thinking for her she comes up with the word. "F-rostmaw?" The dragon utters sounding still confused and unsure of herself. Proud at least that she knows how to say her home in more than one language. The dragon knows it is the best of all races, but it also knows when it could and probably can be beat. And this is one of those situations. She is just a little scared however. All her encounters with reasonably intelligent races seem to go bad for one reason or another in her very short existence (Especially for a dragon's standard.)
Ranok leans in a little on the stave, "Frostmav? Vere hyu're from? Hy'd hef guessed de Dragonplains...dere's zum vites dere. Vat do hyu tink?" He wasn't asking Rilling, but the lights floating lazily over his shoulder. Strangely, they seemed to be more then aware. A voice seems to whisper from everywhere around the surrounding area, <The creature is showing standard signs of fear. Perhaps it is lost? It certainly wandered into the incorrect environ.> Ranok grunts in reply. "Maybe." He casts about, spotting the iced rabbit. Reaching down to pick it up, he surveys the thing. Yep. It was ice alright. "Hy take it dis iz hyu hendyvork." Said to the wrym. A knife was produced and he works at chipping away at some of it to free the flesh.
Rilling relatable to that of a pet doesn't appreciate getting scolded, even by a "lesser being" such as a human it still hurts. The kick itself from the human didn't necessarily hurt, but the ravaging from the mist dragon certainly did. Rilling regrets giving into instinct as it has only led to a negative. She doesn't really have time to think about that with the pint sized mist reptile on her tail… literally. Running out of quick options Rilling does something completely out of her character. Heck she's young though a real solid character hasn't really developed yet. What this action actually is, running behind the human acting like it could actually help her. Trying to think of the actual word for help she stutters out "Hurt, safe?" That little mist dragon was a feisty thing. Rilling might be able to beat it if she really wanted to, but in all honesty she isn't a real fan of pain in any form.
Ranok swats his pet with his stave now, "Sctop it! Jegus." Bodily separating the two, heedless of tooth and claw, one gets the feeling that he's done this many a time before. A minute or two before the dust settles and he's got the dragonette under control. Again. "Bunch uf schtupeed, Hy tell hyu. Yah, try to attack de big angry man. Sigh." He bats Rilling away from his legs, too. In his eyes, she was just an animal, albeit one that might learn eventually. "Attackink me vas a fool tink to do. Now eat you dem rabbit. Hy tink ve've schpent enough time dallyink around." He wanted to drag the dragonette away before she got herself into any more trouble, too.
Rilling all of a sudden drops her concerns over such trivial things as food. Now the wyrmling met someone who wasn't extremely aggressive to her and even stopped an attacker. Even if he did have a horribly vicious dragon with him. Rilling follows the human in suit. Interested about another life which seems at least somewhat intelligence. Rilling needed something to cure her boredom anyways, being alone for the majority of her short life and all. She hoped the human didn't try to get rid of her as being lost is always better when you're not alone. And with the vicious attack she just had she worries over another one happening if left to continue fending for herself in this strange area.
Ranok was simply exiting the forest. Rilling's following did not go unnoted. <We seem to have acquired a follower. This seems to be distressingly common.> Ranok sighs once more. This did seem to happen more often then strictly necessary. "It vill schtop at de gate. De guards vill probably scare it avay." Beyond that, he doesn't pay Rilling any more mind. The guards indeed wouldn't let her into the city, not a feral. Especially if Ranok didn't speak up for it, which he wasn't going to. It could find its own way. Or not. He was really concerned with more important things, whatever they were.
Rilling Continues to follow the human, she was really just curious if anything not meaning a real harm or anything. The aggression commonly associated with white dragons was in her, but much more mellow than it would be with an adult of species commonly. As long as the human didn't try to harm her she would continue to follow it, hopefully he could lead her out of this forest. The dragon was uncomfortable with the warmer climate around this area and her body was starting to show it as she seemed to twitch every few steps, her curiosity kept her going though trying to expand her knowledge of the world one step at a time.
Ranok was just walking along the path. Nothing complicated. It was a short trek to exit. Once out of the forest proper, it was over and through the cliffs, and then towards the city. Across the drawbridge to cross the Ravine, and Ranok would be gone in much short order. Rilling would have a hard time convincing the bored looking guards to let her on through. And by then, Ranok would be gone among the buildings. He knew the way; she didn't.
Rilling tries her best to just ignore the guards, attempting to just keep following the human without even stopping hoping that he will eventually lead her to somewhere colder. Rilling didn't count on the guards stopping her as they really had no reason to in her eyes. So the dragon continued to follow until the guards indeed did stop her. She didn't understand the situation herself though and attempted to again just try to squeeze past them. This however didn't all go well as one of the guards then began to try to use force. Rilling just knew she wanted to continue to follow the human and didn't get why she was being treated like an animal by these "lesser beings."