RP: Off-ship Breakfast

Dyraxdiin and Scandal the two dragons of the Adventure's guild feel themselves to be hungry and desire to depart from the main group to get breakfast. While they do that, the also relax and talk of many things, of the past, of the present, and about themselves. A quality dragon to dragon over breakfast chat.

Part of the Sharknado Arc

Scandal stood on the deck of the adventure's guild ship. It was the wee hours of the morning, few if anyone else were up, the sun just beginning to arise from the east. He had spent the night outside, as Blue had quite taken over the chambers he would share with her. His arms crossed over his bare chest he stood gazing towards the sunrise. He breathed with a sigh. He rarely slept, but that was he feared sleeping like he did, and that would be at this point of his life his worst fear, sleeping through a life he loved, with people he loved.

Dyraxdiin has long since missed days like this; his six-wings to thrust down and up again in the familiar gesture of flight. He tried so hard to remain anonymous since his awakening and feared he would fall back into slumber, should he remain in dragon form too long. Like Scandal, his worry was over falling asleep and missing out on the life he was building for himself, a fear of losing everything once again. While it has been many millennia since the Saurian Wars, and the death of the mage who forced him into a deep sleep, the scars of those days still burn with something akin to pang, echoing throughout his thoughts. On this day, however, he reminisces on the good days of before, long flights with his brood - hunting, playing, learning. He casually dips his tail within the surface of the sea, and sending his mana forth into it, he can feel the many sea creatures that live within, going about their lives, ignorant of that which transpires above their heads. The Gray turns his head and catches sight of Scandal, who alike him, is a dragon that prefers to maintain a non-natural form.

Scandal taking notice of the dragon beneath the ship, he offers a smile of the eyes. As well dragons in about any form other than humanoid, can rarely express much with their face. "You seem to be an agreeable mood, do your wings, enjoy the sense of the air?"

Dyraxdiin changes his course and returns to the ship, if only to hover at the fore of it as it sails on. "They do. Long have I missed the sanctuary of the skies, the serenity that something so simple, yet so complex as flight can offer." His now gray eyes regard Scandal with a hint of curiosity, "Why is it that you prefer the ship over flight?" Dyraxdiin is aware that he could be dredging up old, forgotten pains, but he hasn't had the opportunity to speak with another dragon at length since his awakening. His gray, heavily scaled body shows no sign of fatigue from maintaining his current position, or the long flight since he left the ship. His wings relish this act, even while his body is possibly larger than the ship he hovers over.

Scandal chuckles, and then purses his tongue between his teeth. like on with a lip. "truth be told I would enjoy the flight again, but my form is limited these days, great pain is born with each change of shape, I guess it comes with great age." He smiles again with eyes. "If you might give me a ride though, a safe distance from here, there is a good fishing spot, and it would be nice, to stretch ones form, to their natural size."

Dyraxdiin nods his head in knowing gesture and offers his tail down to the deck of the ship so that Scandal might climb aboard, as it were. "I used to fear changing into my form around the other races. I was concered I would crush them." And rightly so, given Dyraxdiin's age and heritage, his form dwarf's most other dragons. The great wyrm would wait for Scandal to fight a secure spot along his back before setting off in a great burst of movement - six wings to propel them both forth, up into the skies so that they might both touch the clouds for a moment, while Dyraxdiin looks for an island of some sort to land.

Scandal finding a seat on dyraxdin was not easy but it was not hard. Every dragon has a sweet spot to ride upon, even scandal had one, it was a place a rider could not easily be bucked out of. The benefit of dragons knowing dragons, a secret for them alone to know. "Yes, I understand that fear, humans do then to be easily crushed, though I have never known one yet who has tried to escape from being crushed. " He chuckled, "Of course its easier to avoid crushing a people much less a village, or a town." He then added quietly, "or a city" "there is a spot about a 15 miles east of here, just beyond the horizon, excellent fishing, for all sizes."

Dyraxdiin , upon hearing Scandal's directions, tucks his wings in close and dives towards the island, which rapidly grows before them with their accelerated movement. The feeling of intense G's as they shoot forth and then eventually come to an abrupt halt over the island to bring a smile of satisfaction upon Dyraxdiin's maw. With a few beats of his wings, the great wyrm settles down upon the beach, or rather just off the shore, where he can fit comfortably. "A fine island, with the looks of not being inhabited by the mortals yet." He glances around, taking in his new surroundings and stretching his wings as he settles into a comfortable sitting position. The cool water against his heated body a luxury he rarely partakes in.

Scandal smiled enjoying the free ride and the tight G's, as they come to a stop at the island he smiled, "A fine city could be built here, if mortals knew about it, and had the tenacity to venture this far out to it. The island as it were was actually two islands separated by half a mile of water that was much deeper than the cove around it. "A deep harbor, if you built the city on the two banks of his this stretch of water. But it is the beaches that would remark praise, lots of oysters and lots of sea snakes of royal purple." He leapt down off the Dyraxdiin, and landed in the water. with a splash, and walked forward onto the beach. "For any dragon wanting to start a hoard, i would have them swim to the bottom of this strait and grab a clawful of gold nuggets and gems." he said pulling off his shirt, and throwing it on a tree, and then his pants. "I like to think dragons who are willing to be in their own forms, or perhaps one like myself stand in, take pride in the knowledge they are dragons, and allow others to know them as such, they may fear you, but if you are of noble character and honor, they will love, you and they won't shy away from you in fear. They will look upon you as a noble guardian and a friend." He paused, "You got favorite type of fish?"

Dyraxdiin shakes his neck, stretching some more, before dipping his head into the ocean waves, to help further cool off. Just as he finishes, he glances over to Scandal and offers a thunderous dragon's laugh. "I agree with your assessment. Once, long ago, before the Saurian Empire fell, I was called an Arbiter in the common tongue. The mithril half-plate armor I wear has intricate scrollwork that states as much, a retelling of the legacy of my brood. It is given to each Arbiter, upon completion of their training. I still wear mine with honor." He smiles, his eyes to glance off into the distance, "I always regarded it as a gift to serve my people. Even to serve the mortals. I tried to find peace between the races, and thought of many mortals as dear friends." The great wyrm shakes his head, scattering those thoughts, "It was a long time ago, perhaps even before this beautiful island was formed." He releases a sigh and looks back toward Scandal, "I can't say that I have tried enough fish in my life to have developed a favorite, though I always did prefer giant octopi. They're a real fight just to eat," He smirks down to Scandal.

Scandal smiled with a nod of his head. "This is true." "Giant Octupi are good, but sadly for me not much of challenge, not in natural size anyway." He sighed, taking a seat upon a rock. "Hardly anything is anymore, when your almost three million years old. Born to civilization that no longer exists, to dragons which have since evolved, or devolved, with gods who have been forgotten and who may not even exist any longer. The Seven Cities of Uldenbraug i fear shall stay a myth." he looked up. "There a several giant octupi in the straight, and at least one kraken that comes through every noon.

Dyraxdiin perks up at the thought of a kraken, and nods his head to Scandal, "With age comes great change. I still haven't been able to discern my age. The history of our people has long since been lost." A sad thought that he still struggles with. "How about we go for the Kraken. I wasn't aware that such creatures of the deep still existed in these times." He remembers fondly taking out many a 'monster' that roamed the depths of the ocean, to help mortalkind so that they might lay claim to the seas and travel all the world.

Scandal eyes lock with Dyraxdiin, "Kraken, you up for it? heh, well I guess I best change my form, When you need to figure out your age, find and old Uldenbraug tomb, they hard to find, but if you find one, each Maiser's Mark, can tell you your age." He paused, "It's a glyph above the wall facing the doors of the inner sanctum." He added. "I will be but a moment. try not to freak out, but I will understand if you do, freaked me out the first time i found out." He left for a bit, a bit of time, then the waters across the area behind the island stirred, as if something massive were rising. the tide began to draw outward as if a great quake had withdrawn it, then, from beneath the waves a form sprang quickly but the water unable to fall fast enough of away, It took some time for the water to flow away from a form that rose miles into the heavens, and stretched for miles abroad, Massive wings that cast long shadows across the island, and sea around. Great giant red eyes gleaming, as scandal emerged into his full form, and then to what many would realize was that he was standing in the sea, not flying, he was big enough to be unable to fly without causing much destruction. "I do apologize I am limited in what forms i can take, these days."

Dyraxdiin can feel as much as watch the changing Scandal, his Saurian eyes capable of making out his form growing exponentially within the sheath of the sea that Dyraxdiin sits in as well. His gray eyes take in Scandal's form, "You're of mixed brood?" He questions in their old Saurian tongue, eyeing the black which is accented by the red. Dyraxdiin himself had a part in the creation of the red brood of Lithrydel. "Do you hail from a different land?" He is seemingly unperturbed by the sheer size of his companion, remaining the neutral that is custom of his brood. Instead, he finds great pride in seeing Scandal being able to stretch himself out and get comfortable. Dyraxdiin knows well the stiffness that comes from maintaining a shape-shifted form for too long.

Scandal sighed, "Yes, Mixed. The mystery of how red dragons reappeared is beyond me, I am guessing this saurian empire made them, Dragons from my time were different." He reached for his throat pulling at excessive loose skin, "We had crops, like the birds, we had soul sacs, or at least thats what the priests called them, we had gods, ones who created the dragons, there were more broods of color in those days, and mixing, was only considered appalling among the dragon lords. It was much more practiced. Uldenbraug was seven cities designed to accommodate the size of dragons, who walk upright like humanoids do, but at their fullest of sizes. Every structure could accommodate a dragon at full size. Uldenbraug was legendary, but then it was not, A bronze Dragon was responsible for that, I was bullied by him, quite often. " He closed his eyes for a second, and opened them a wave like water across his skin as scars some miles in length across his body, areas where his skin was bleached and bone was exposed, even some organs could be seen. "Time, and magic healed me of these wounds, but the memory of them runs deep. "I do not know for certain as I slept while the saurian empire came and went, but if i were to offer a reason why red dragons were then, and had to be remade is that that bronze dragon killed them all, the ones from my time. I do not know this for certain, i was only 50 when I choose to sleep, I thought i would wake up in a thousand years, and things would be better, but to find out that I had been asleep millions, of years, that leaves another kind of scar." His wounds hiding themselves away. "I know what i know, and I can only guess at what i don't any history would likely be found in a Bronze dragons tomb, but I would not wish to awaken another of that wretched brood from their slumber."

Dyraxdiin nods his head at the retelling of Scandal's story. "I understand. I was forced into a deep sleep by a mage, and awoke to a world vastly different from the one I recall." A mutual experience of great heartache and great change is something that weighs heavy on Dyraxdiin's heart. It is such a shame that they both equally lost so much in their lives. "I hope you find comfort in the company of another dragon who similarly doesn't understand this new world." He laughs, and decided to change the subject, "How about we eat then, yes?" He rises form his haunches and shakes his body, which sends a cascade of water out in all directions.

Scandal nodded his sending a slight gust of wind from his movement. "I would be happy to simply have a dragoness be my mate, but I wouldn't want her heart to be set against humanoids, I have sister who is one, two sisters, and many friends" He moved slowly so that he didn't stir up as much water and stuff as he could have done. "Water is deep here, the kraken hides deep, I ought to know, i dug the hole." "How long can you hold your breath?"

Dyraxdiin smiles, glad to learn that Scandal has found some comfort in this new life he has. "I doubt any of the younger dragons share a real reason to dislike the humanoids. Most of the dragons from my time were killed, or went into hibernation and then killed later after awakening in a frenzy." The thought of going feral a deep fear of Dyraxdiin's. He wades deeper into the ocean, a smile growing on his saurian features, "I can hold my breath for two, maybe three hours, which should be more than long enough to get us lunch." Dragons of all kinds are capable of such a feat - swimming in the ocean is a pasttime that Diin hasn't been able to experience since awakening. "Let's get us this fish then, hmm?" The gray cackles and then dives into the water. Using his second eyelids, he can see nearly as easily in the water as he can above it, and has no trouble finding the deep part of the ocean that Scandal referred to, though it is much larger than a simple hole, at least to Dyraxdiin.

Scandal does not close his second eyelids, another thing he did not have, instead his eyes were simply sealed, pulling his head into the hole, under the sea. The hole now more visible was unique. the walls were steep and had an odd pattern to it, they seemed to have been carved by a strange combination of acid and fire. The hole as it were was about 7 miles wide, but its depth was immense, as scandal slipped into the hole he allowed some distance for dyraxdiin to travel ahead. The pit was deep, Scandal's entire body was submerged and still the depth continued, Then after nearly an hour, the bottom glittered literally a treasure of massive magnitude, gold nuggets gems, pearls of great size, some even of size that were thought provoking as to what kind of oyster could have made such a thing, Then the bottom moved, the large kraken brooding under the treasure. "Well kind of useless to keep this around, ah there is our fish, youth first?"

Dyraxdiin makes great use of his six-wings, using them to propel him down into the ocean in much the same way he does in flight, his tail to trail behind him like a rudder, guiding his descent. Holding your breath is one thing, but talking is another so deep in the ocean for Dyraxdiin. The Wyrm offers a deep, audible sound - something only a dragon would recognize as an acquisce in Saurian to Scandal. The horde here, while tempting, isn't what Dyraxdiin came for. Instead, he surges forth when the Kraken begins to stir. Using his superior speed, he latches onto the beast with his claws and rips ino it's face with his maw. While Dyraxdiin is a great flyer, his body is not honed to react in a skilled manner within the water, and is soon dislodged from the creature when it begins to squirm, using it's many tentacles to pry him off. While another dragon might resort to breath attack, Diin refrains from doing so, fearing that the very walls might cave in around them from his sonic breath attack. For now, he begins ripping apart the tentacles that grasp for him in the darkness, in hopes of limiting the Kraken's sense of surroundings, while he waits for Scandal to join him in the fight.

Scandal observes the younger dragon make his mark, on the creature, he watches choosing to hold off. As the kraken raises its head he a green spew bursts forth hurling through the water and colliding with the creatures head, the explosion rips through and send out a shockwave, but the walls seemed to rebound it, somehow what carved them made them solid far hardier than what mere rock would have been, the kraken lowers it head returning to using its tentacles attempting lash hold of the dragon, by its wings.

Dyraxdiin continues to tear off the tentacles as they reach for him, attempting to entangle him and squeeze the air from his lungs. Now though, with Scandal having had used a breath attack on the Kraken, it earns Dyraxdiin a moment of respite as he recalculates his point of attack. Again he swims toward the kraken and grabs hold of it, ignoring the tentacles that attempt to constrict in on him - his scales are tough enough to break the chitinous teeth on the kraken's suctions. The great wyrm bites into the beast and burrows his maw into its flesh, if only to release his breath attack within the muscles and viscera of the Kraken. While deafened, the sonic wave of force is sent rippling through the sea trench and coursing through the soft flesh of the sea creature. The water turns red and the kraken becomes still, the last of it's movement the simple twitching of tentacles in it's death throes. It would appear that the combined effort of Scandal and Dyraxdiin's breath attacks were enough for them to bag this fish. Dyraxdiin bites firmly into it's hide and begins pulling at it, attempting to drag it up with him to the surface. A glance is given to Scandal for help.

Scandal smiled, admist the waters as and reaching down with his jaws he latches onto the head, and with dyraxdiin, he carries the kraken to the surface and drags it into the shallow waters. "A fine kill,"

Dyraxdiin laughs as he untangles a tentacle that somehow had managed to stay wrapped around his forearm, even after he ripped it off from the kraken. "It's been some time for me, I'll say that much. It isn't often that I get to fight in my natural form, without the aid of magic." Dyraxdiin eats the tentacle that was previously wrapped around him in one gulp. "It's said that Kraken's are distant relatives of dragons." He smiles to Scandal, "Never tasted a dragon quite as delicious as this one." He laughs again, going in for another bite.

Scandal laughs, "Well if Uldenbraug were an earlier form of lithrydale, there were none in my time, but then, there was no sea." He shook his head, and tore of a chunk of it head. Chewing and swallowing, the chunks filling his crop visible until, he was forced to swallow a second time. "I will say this crops can be annoying."

Dyraxdiin swallows another large piece of the catch, his maw covered in blood. "I wouldn't know, I haven't ever experienced having one." This makes him think, curious as to the evolution of Dragon's from Scandal's time, to Dyraxdiin's and then on to the current time. It was oddly fascinating. Two relics from a time long lost, sitting here having a lunch on an island by the sea. "This was good, to get away for a time."

Scandal swallowed some more of the kraken, "You are fortunate, and unfortunate," He said with a shrug, "Back when i was a youth growing up on the streets of uldenbraug, I often protect many a humanoid, because they were food for dragons or worse playthings, but I had one for a time each, each met their end, to another dragon, but one I used to let live in my crop, so that other dragons assumed i had eaten her, strange thing to have someone in your crop, held close to your beating heart, one of trust, one of feeling, you feel bonded in ways that, well cannot be expressed with words, and then to have..." He swallowed the kraken, and became quiet the matter which brought him much pain. Dyraxdiin finishes eating and dips his head down into the seawater to clean his maw of blood and gore, giving it a quick shake to be certain. "I lost my brother and sister in the wars, my parents too. I lost the great love of my life..." He trails off, his gray, saurian eyes to find Scandal's. "I understand your heartache. They say time heals all things, but in truth, you'll never forget those you lost. You simply numb yourself to the pain." The great wyrm sits back on his haunches, reflecting on a time that seems like only a few years ago, his tail to idly flick this way and that. "For now, we have a collective group of mortals to make certain survive this ordeal. We are Dragon. It is an honor and a duty to protect those we hold dear." He offers a Dragon's smile of reassurance to Scandal.

Scandal noting dyraxdiin having finished, swallows the remainder in a gulp. "We bear much pain, its inevitable, its the hidden curse of dragons, Immortality that is, we live, and those we love die, and then those that become friends die as well, the company of other dragons is what used to keep us sane, and now there are so few of us, most having given into the feral nature or worse, gone insane. You and I are dragon, and I am honored to have your presence, and your friendship," he offers a smile. "In time, who knows maybe... I almost had the name there, sorry, one day we may have a chance to heal our losses, and make renew." He smiled, "I want a clutch of eggs, a few if i can, no omelettes in the morning ever, as many hatchlings as i and my mate can make, what of you?"

Dyraxdiin smiles, reminiscing on his own desires from so long ago, desires that Scandal shares now. "I believe I have long since passed the time for continuing my brood. I was some fourty-thousand years old before I went into slumber. My love and I never did have a clutch of our own. Our lives were so full of violence and death that we felt it wouldn't be right to raise dragonlings." He sighs, shaking his head. "Now though? I would like to see the Dragon's rise up again, to establish ourselves as a race as proud and strong as we once were - as protectors of the realm of Lithrydel. From what I've seen since awakening, the mortals have made folly of the time that they've had. There is still so much devastation in the world. So much cruelty and no balance." As a gray, Dyraxdiin is a creature of balance and believes in it to a fault. The current state of the world is a deep concern of his. "This is why I chose to accompany the Adventurer's Guild. I hope to quell the storm rising, and fight tirelessly to uphold that balance

Scandal nodded, "Well, in my day, dragons even of ages 100k were still breeding," He chuckles, "Now we have opportunity, and should we be given the chance to restore some margin of saurian race, i feel as if we ought to make sure there are many of us, and many young will need mentors, those of us who do not wish to mate, will hopefully follow in that stead of mentorship, I pray we are given a realm of our own, should that time come." Scandal, paused. "I joined because my heart asked me too, my family is my heart, my friends are my hoard, that is why that gold sits at the bottom of that well, but when the storm arises, I will answer the call, and fight to preserve what i love, so that the world will be better for it. I just pray that nothing ever drives me to given in to my dark natures, the ones of the broods i represent."

Dyraxdiin rises up from his sitting position, having satisfied his desire for a respite. "I mirror your feelings on the subject. Let us hope for a brighter future for all people." He glances back in the direction of the ship. "I believe it's probably passed time for us to head back. I wouldn't want our companions to think we've ended up missing." With that, Dyraxdiin stretches his wings out wide, and shakes his tail to prepare for flight. "Would you like a lift back to the ship, then?"

Scandal smiles, shrinking and gathering his clothes, "Hah well, you probably yes, But lana she knows i come and go, but I am there when needed. I would love a lift back." He said mounting once dressed, "A pleasure sharing breakfast with you."

Dyraxdiin waits for Scandal to climb on, and then ascends once again to an easy flight back towards the ship. "We will have to share another meal again sometime. Perhaps next time though, we do so in our humanoid forms." He laughs, still recalling the battle with the Kraken. Soon enough, they return to the ship and Dyraxdiin would let Scandal down, if only to return to his encircling guard duty around the vessel.