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There was a thud from outside, like something big had hit the ground. Very big, actually.

Draco jumped violently before whirling to face the window, wand held out in his hand, face pale. “Who’s there?”

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The head-pat was kind and it relaxed her, her back arching a little like a pleased cat. “I know it will take time”, she said, words soft as she took his hand and squeezed it. “I just don’t want to force you to go too quickly.”

Folding her arms, she took a seat on a log and nodded. “That is it, yes. If you wish, I can help and carve you some hooks?”

Relaxing at her acceptance of his apology, Draco smiled softly and shrugged. “I grew up too fast anyway, like nearly everyone of my generation so this is just another thing, really. This is survival too, and I’m doing it for my mother too.”

“Uh. Yeah - just to show me how to do it properly, if that’s okay?” He compromised with a nod as he began copying her earlier movements, muttering away to himself under his breath.

#hiddeninthemanor #((-returns 10min late with coffee-#((also CONGRATS ON THE ENGAGEMENT~))

From her seat on the log, Limey helped guide Draco through the series of knots and the set-up of the snare. She felt it better to let him get a feel of the manoeuvre instead of going over and doing it for him. So she would talk him through gently, criticise when a knot when wrong, and continue to talk him back into making the correct knot.

Once the second snare had been set, she hopped to her feet and clapped her hands. “Good work! If we leave this for a day then hopefully tomorrow we’ll have a rabbit catch.”

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Starter for @a-london-dragon.

The backstreets of Chicago were blissfully empty under the light of the full moon- the only disturbance in the night was the occasional car passing by in the open streets. That was, until gunfire shattered the peace and frantic footsteps thundered down the tight spaces. Bricks were crumbled to dust from bullets upon impact, narrowly missing a certain blonde mercenary who clung to the shadows like a second skin.

“This isn’t going as well as I planned…”

#askthefrostbittenkiller #((thank ye for the starter~))

Not some distance away, a kebab truck was serving it’s last customer of the night (granted, the man running the truck didn’t know it until he heard the gunfire). As tatty notes and handfuls of pennies were exchanged for greasy meat and chips, the shock of sound tore through the night.

Both individuals stopped. The kebab man began to stammer out a farewell, gathering up his payment, and shut down the truck as quickly as he could. His customer kept a deadpan expression. Then, closing the box that held her food, she turned and started walking in the direction of the loud noises. It was a good thing the man had looked away otherwise he would’ve seen a pair of leathery wings unfurl from her back and the halfa take to the air. She powered her way up to a rooftop, then to another, and another.

“There’s always something interesting going on”, Limey mumbled as she tilted her head, listening for the gunfire and rapid footsteps. And she continued her roof-hopping, following the sounds of the fight.

There was a thud from outside, like something big had hit the ground. Very big, actually.

Draco jumped violently before whirling to face the window, wand held out in his hand, face pale. “Who’s there?”

a-london-dragon:

The pointed glare was well noted, and she felt a jolt of guilt through her stomach. So the look she returned was a mixture of apology and an embarrassed shrug. But then again, there was little she could do about it - she was mostly just rattling off what she knew.

Finishing off the snare, she smiled gently up at Draco. “You feel like giving this a go yourself? There’s plenty other trees that you can use around the area.”

Draco saw the look and the gesture and he felt guilt flood through him and he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Murmuring a soft apology, he reached out to distract her by placing his palm on her head and gently rubbing. “It’ll take some time getting used to this, but I really appreciate everything that you’re doing, Limey. You’re an amazing friend.”

Then, he stepped back and conjured more ropes, puffing his chest out as he took a deep breath. “Alright…do I just do exactly what you did before? Find a suitable spot and then just…put it all together?”

The head-pat was kind and it relaxed her, her back arching a little like a pleased cat. “I know it will take time”, she said, words soft as she took his hand and squeezed it. “I just don’t want to force you to go too quickly.”

Folding her arms, she took a seat on a log and nodded. “That is it, yes. If you wish, I can help and carve you some hooks?”

#hiddeninthemanor

"Be quiet!"

Tonbo turned, eyebrows drawn together and the corner of his pale lip ticking up into a sneer. His expression softened when he saw her. sneer turning into a confused frown, but he still looked mildly peeved at being yelled at. “Excuse me?”

Tonbo watched with interest as she shifted, a small smile gracing his lips as it happened. No matter how many times he saw something like this, he always watched on in awe. It was still amazing.

He deflated slightly as she asked, hand raising up and rubbing at the back of his head, small hand carding through his head carefully. He glanced away, sniffing for a second before his eyes turned back. “Well. It’s a… pretty long story. Uh-”

He sighed as he spoke, voice melancholy. “So like, kinda a full childhood thing?” Tonbo shrugged. “Kidnapped way before I could ever remember. Spent a hell of a long time in a big ‘ol lab, with a whole bunch of people like… me?” He snorted, leaning further back into the couch and resting his arms on the back of his musty seat. “Well, kinda. I’m the only surviving prototype of this model of cybernetics, something something bloodstream. They got shut down a good while ago, and all the people there either died ‘cause of the head scientists ‘protocols’ or went to work for the dudes who shut it down. I managed to escape. ” The boy shuddered at the words, tilting his head.

“Long story short, most of the company is dead and not much is left of it other than me and a few others. I got out at… 16, I think. I’m around 23 right now.”

“....Shit.”

She sat back, a dour look on her face, and stared at her feet. Bloody body messing scientists and their labs, she wasn’t surprised those lot had a hand in what Tonbo described.

“I, uh....I get where you’re coming from”, she replied, settling herself down on the couch with Tonbo. “Had a couple of scientists poking around my head and body, tried to find what made it tick, how well it healed. Didn’t go too well for anyone in the end.” Cutting her words short, she sighed and shook her head. “Shit though, that must’ve really sucked. At least you’re out though, you and your mates.”

Her movements were jerky, unsure, but slowly she put aside the bag of jerky and carefully wrapped her arms around Tonbo’s shoulders in a gentle (if awkward) hug. Her scales wouldn’t rub thankfully.

#bloodiedwings

"Be quiet!"

Tonbo turned, eyebrows drawn together and the corner of his pale lip ticking up into a sneer. His expression softened when he saw her. sneer turning into a confused frown, but he still looked mildly peeved at being yelled at. “Excuse me?”

Tonbo looked at her feet as they changed, whistling and letting out a small “Cool.” Leaning back into the couch, he crossed his arms and laughed, smiling at the girl.

“Ah, sorry. When I say others, I mean like… anyone with special powers or enhancements. Of like, any sorts. Wings, tails, I’ve actually met werewolfs, which is cool, and a whole bunch of people with interesting stuff. I know a lot of them are on the run, and, well, i started setting up safehouses like these!” He gestured vaguely around him, hand returning soon after to rest on his knee.

“I’ve only been free for a few years, but in the first ones, i would have killed to have somebody help. I’ve got a bunch of these around the world, all well hidden, all managed by one of my good friends. When someone within the network see’s someone who needs help, they help. I’ve spent five years doing all this. It’s like a job, I guess. I’m really just trying to help.”

“….Oh yeah.” Of course she wasn’t the only non-human on Earth. She’d met enough of them to know better. She’d somehow missed out on the safehouses however. Good on them. They were certainly hiding these points of safety well enough that a stranger like herself had no knowing of them. And truth be told, she was glad for it anyway - places of safety had a bad habit of disappearing around her over time.

Whilst her legs continued to change, her arms and hands began to do the same, the change running up across her damp shirt and changing it to heavy green plates and black scales. Beads of sweat appeared on her brow as she went through the controlled change. It was energy-consuming, but certainly beat having to wait for the clothes to dry out.

“Sounds like a fun time you had. And explains why you’d help an asshole like me. Still grateful for that”, she commented, wolfing down a couple handfuls of jerky. “You say you’ve only been free for a few years....did someone have you locked up?” Did she promptly want to go and kick some ass? Oh yes. Was it a good idea? Absolutely not, at least not in her current condition.

#bloodiedwings

There was a thud from outside, like something big had hit the ground. Very big, actually.

Draco jumped violently before whirling to face the window, wand held out in his hand, face pale. “Who’s there?”

#;dragon's knowledge #headcanons

The pointed glare was well noted, and she felt a jolt of guilt through her stomach. So the look she returned was a mixture of apology and an embarrassed shrug. But then again, there was little she could do about it - she was mostly just rattling off what she knew.

Finishing off the snare, she smiled gently up at Draco. “You feel like giving this a go yourself? There’s plenty other trees that you can use around the area.”

#hiddeninthemanor

DEEP DARK FEARS. let’s talk about character fears. bold your muse’s fears, italicize their discomforts. happy character development !

the dark , fire , open water , deep water , being alone , crowded spaces , confined spaces, change , failure , war , loss of control , powerlessness , prison , blood , drowning, suffocation , public speaking , natural or wild animals , the supernatural , heights , death , dying , intimacy , rejection , abandonment , loss , the unknown.

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#OOC #outofice

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McCree had been paid good money to track down this creature, not listen to her whining. He slammed his hand on the side of the crate he’d locked her in. ”What did I say happens to prisoner who talk?

a-london-dragon:

oldmanmccree:

McCree looked over at her curled up in the cab and chuckled to himself. “You’ll have more space soon,” he assured her. “Just want to get away from here before I clear out the cargo.”

He drove south for about twenty miles before he turned off the road into a small wooded area. He left Limey in the cab and then opened the truck, hauling out the cargo. Pretty soon, the area was piled with an obscene number of bags of fertilizer. McCree nodded to himself and then went to get Limey to put her into the truck.

“Joy to the world” was her dry response. Just so long as it wasn’t another crate. The rest of the short drive was done in silence.

Once they’d pulled over, she stayed in the cab for a while, before opening the door to see what Jesse was doing. Watching him carry out bags of fertiliser, she slowly lowered herself down from the cab and went to stand by the other end of the truck, leaning against the vehicle. She made no effort to help - how could she with one hand anyway? But when it had all been cleared, she hauled herself up and in with no prompting.

“…Beats a stinky little crate”, she commented loudly as she wandered into the interior.

“I should hope so,” McCree said. He tossed her a walkie talkie. “I don’t have a problem with you chatting with me.” He started to untie her arms, but stopped, still gripping onto her wrists. “I’m going to let you transform if that makes you feel more comfortable, but if I have total this truck too? I’ll kill you and damn the money.” He left her in the back of the truck and drove off.

Picking up the walkie-talkie, she made her way toward the front of the truck compartment. With the doors closed, the stink of fertiliser was becoming far more obvious, and she wrinkled her nose. ‘Still beats a crate’. She settled down, leaning back so the bumps and (few) turns of the road didn’t throw her off, and turned on the walkie-talkie.

“I’m going to stick to my normal form. This may be an eighteen-wheeler but the change in weight will probably still fuck with it”, she told Jesse. “And I, uh....I am sorry about your truck.” In a way, this was true. “So like, do you get the money in cash? When you drop off your work or later?”

#oldmanmccree

"Be quiet!"

Tonbo turned, eyebrows drawn together and the corner of his pale lip ticking up into a sneer. His expression softened when he saw her. sneer turning into a confused frown, but he still looked mildly peeved at being yelled at. “Excuse me?”

He reached into the fridge, pulling out a large bag of jerky. The chunks of it were large and thick, bag almost filled to bursting with all of it. “Yeah, kinda expected that. Any preferred things for calling your condition? I know everybody has diffrent ones.” He tossed the bag to the girl, closing the door of the fridge and walking over to settle into the couch.

“So. Yeah. My name’s Tonbo, although Ton is usally easier. You should probably dry off a bit or change before we talk more.”

She fumbled a touch with the bag, but managed to catch it well enough instead of let it spill onto the floor. The size certainly surprised her, and as she tore it open she began to pull out chunks and swallow them down with minimal chewing. Between pieces of jerky she responded to Tonbo.

“Ay, cheers. Uh, I stick with halfa.” Her face crumpled in slightly, frowning. “You say others. You mean others like you, or others like me, because I’ve yet to meet someone like me.”

Considering her current dampness, she vaguely attempted to dry off her clothes with one hand, wringing the shirt. Her feet meanwhile began to take on a blackened hue, skin and nails hardening into scales and claws.

#bloodiedwings

💀

McCree had been paid good money to track down this creature, not listen to her whining. He slammed his hand on the side of the crate he’d locked her in. ”What did I say happens to prisoner who talk?

a-london-dragon:

oldmanmccree:

“We’ll figure something out,” was all McCree said. When they finally got the gas station, he stayed in the shadows, making Limey do the same. It was early in the morning and the sole cashier at the convenience store was napping on his desk. The only person there was a trucker with an eighteen wheeler, smoking a cigarette while he waited for his gas tank to fill up.

McCree bound Limey to a small tree on the edge of the station before approaching the trucker. They had a brief conversation and the trucker offered McCree a drag of his cigarette. McCree accepted and then snapped the man’s neck. While the truck finished fueling, McCree brought Limey over to it. “Stay quiet, sweetheart. If you wake the kid up I’ll have to kill him too. Get in the cab.”

She waited. Watched. Took a while to breath in the morning air. It was cool, refreshing, and helped blow out some of the cloudy fluff that had been gathering in her brain over the night. Continued watching. Didn’t react when the body of the truck driver hit the ground. She almost looked bored when Jesse returned to bring her over.

As she clambered her way into the cab, she did briefly glance over to the cashier asleep in the store. Poor kid was going to have a real dump of shit on his hands when he woke up. Once seated, she proceeded to slide down in her seat as far as was comfortably possible, wings pulled in tightly. Granted they still took up quite a bit of room anyway, as well as her tail.

Dragons and small spaces never went well together.

McCree looked over at her curled up in the cab and chuckled to himself. “You’ll have more space soon,” he assured her. “Just want to get away from here before I clear out the cargo.”

He drove south for about twenty miles before he turned off the road into a small wooded area. He left Limey in the cab and then opened the truck, hauling out the cargo. Pretty soon, the area was piled with an obscene number of bags of fertilizer. McCree nodded to himself and then went to get Limey to put her into the truck.