The Fell Dragon

Independent/Selective RP Blog for The Wings of Despair, Grima in Fire Emblem Awakening Tracking ▶ #rotindespair This is a sideblog! Main ▶ tacticianantics/jasperlion

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There were times she forgot that this world doesn’t hold the norms she has. There’s no cars, no computers, nothing of the like. It’s all like how it was in history. A look of uncertainty of her own came to face. How could she explain her ‘norms’ and the phrases she uses for them to understand, using the technology they have? She should be able to explain it all! She’s smart! But at the same time… her speech sometimes translate oddly in this time. 

“It’s just another way to say something is very loud. It ‘screams’ as it moves quickly. Uhh… Let’s say you use a powerful magic attack. The sound it makes as it soars through the air – it’s something like that. Or, at least, at its very basic level. Trying to explain cars will take more than an evening to explain.”

Seeing Grima brighten up slightly when it came to relishing his feats, she laughed slightly under her breath. Oh no, what can of worms did she open? Was it strange that she was happy He was happy? Or, at least, appeared to be enjoying Himself?

“That’s quite a feat.” Deadpanned was her speech, attempting to hide her slight rise in nerves. “I have a feeling I wouldn’t like to see that in my lifetime. Perhaps another.” Collecting the papers, one loose page fell. One of a rocket, an astronaut floating on the outside with a tube and a planet behind them. “I think that’s all I need in terms of measurements. I’ll see what I can find and create the costume as quickly as possible.

“For a dragon of massive power, you can be kind. Thanks for the chat.” Whereas she would normally be playful – the side that the others may know the most – this was said in a caring tone. One of genitive. It got her to distract herself for a small while; a distraction well needed. Even if she didn’t feel the need to dig into what was going on around her, she was rather content. Minus the strange feeling in her mind whenever she saw everyone else. With those words, the Summoner began to leave. Melancholy now resettling within her heart.

There was no hiding from His Eyes, eyes that pierced the soul of men. Mayhaps Orion had sealed His power, or most, but it was enough for Him to still witness this.

He could see her uncertainty, nerves, care and melancholy as it happened, and yet He never said a word, for none of this was information to use, to manipulate. Why bother with such a pliable human, willing to indulge Him? To be happy at His glee?

Her explanation, at least, made sense in a way. He wished He could still See properly and fully, and perhaps He would peer into her memory for these... cars. “Hm. Unfortunate that my powers are but silenced, or I would See for myself, these cars and these astronauts and ships of the stars.” He commented loosely.

He appreciated the honesty in her of his feats, and thus offered her a simple nod. He cared more for the second bit. “I look forward to witnessing your Creation.” Yes, he most certainly did so wish to see it, for at least the concept was intriguing.

It is her final words that leave Him speechless, and he watches her go in silence.

A strange sort, this human. There was loss there, He knew. She too gave something to the masked man and thus paid a price. He could criticize, but it was His wish that landed him in this size. For lack of a vessel...

With a harrumph, he stalked off. He desired a flight around the grounds, and so a flight he would get. Perhaps it would help him think, or maybe whittle down the dome more. The accursed dome...

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“How is my world fantastic? It’s rather … well, it’s not that great. I wish this was my home. Well, not this place, but Askr. It seems more peaceful than mine. Plus, there’s no cars that come screaming by in the dead of night!” Even if there was calm face while describing her world, you could easily hear the homesickness. Aibreann even tried to keep a brave face during it!

He was the most still persons, and creatures, she’s ever worked with. For that, she was grateful. Probably shouldn’t expect that from Him much more. What did she get herself into? Ah, but a task was a task. It would take the Summoner’s mind off what was going on around her. The chaos, the noise… not even her world was this whack. A huff of a laugh followed, placing this choice on top of her notes. 

“These ‘worms’ have names, bud.” But she couldn’t help but chuckle as well, head shaking. Everyone here is so unique. Charming in their own way. Maybe that’s why she summoned them. Wait, what?

Tucking the notepad set within her large pockets, one hand resting on her hip. The other went to touch his head and pat him, but stopped about half-way. Instead, she directed her hands to her question.

“You see, with you being so small, I don’t think you’ll be able to carry me. I’m still doing the patches, but I want to know… What’s the greatest thing you’ve ever accomplished? That shall fulfill my request.”

“You will have to forgive my wording, for I meant it in the sense of ‘fantasy’.” Grima elaborated after a brief moment of thought and realization. Surely, He could have been clearer. “However, I do not understand your references for... ‘cars’, or why they would scream.” Constantly, He finds Himself vexed at her choice of words. Her world truly must be full of things only dreamed of by novel writers and scribes.

With all the dignity He could muster, Grima gracefully ignored her casual nickname and laugh, ignoring her fond look with a snort. Eyes narrowed at the attempted pat, but it was good the human thought better, and He turned His gaze back to the drawings. Hm... certainly... unsettling. These sailors of the stars wore gear that seemed to protect them from a powerful enemy... but who was there to fight in the sea of stars above? Surely, He must find out.

Small...

“You shall find it ill to underestimate my capacity. Even in this form...” He would probably be able to carry most of those present, He surmised... not that he would. Never. He would take this slight silently, then, for He refused to be a pleasure pony.

Ignoring the comment about the ‘patches’, The Fell focused on her question, and His maw opened in glee at it, for He did so relish his feats.

“Does ‘destruction of mankind’ suffice, little one?” He crooned, a haughty chuckle escaping from his jaws.

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“Thanks.“

Man, were dragons all like this? The myths suggested so back in her world, but then again, they were just that – myths. Guess this is something else she has to learn to deal with. A bit of a sigh left her lips as she began to measure away. A pen and notepad had been accrued through a few servants in the castle, as well as a tape measure. How she was going to get the rest of the supplies, hmm… That would be harder, probably. Maybe she can contact Voidy or even Dawn. Or, who was this new person? Anastasia? Yeah, her! She seems like a good choice. The sound of a fabric measure was unraveled and pressed against various parts of his body. All the while, she quickly made note of the measurements and answered his questions with complete honesty.

“Nope. Dragons aren’t real where I’m from, and I’ll be honest, I don’t we’ve ever met before coming here. I’m still trying to get used to this place, after all. That’s a sight I’d like to see, though. I’ve always been interested in fantasy things like dragons since I was small. Would they really be that long? It’s hard to imagine it.” Pulling away the measure, she writes down a few notes – where to make slits for his wings to protrude, his tail, and so on. The pencil begins to dance across another page, and mock up designs are made. Though she doesn’t consider herself a great artist, these drawings are high class.

“So, which one do you like more? There’s a version that’s a little more retro; one that certainly stands out; or the exterior suit that most people see astronauts wear on the tv and in other forms of media. It’s all up to you.“

Grima let out a gruff noise as He was measured, remaining as still as requested to the point that, perhaps, He might have come across more like a doll than a living being, were it not for His eyes trailing after her movements when able without moving His head.

“A world with no dragons... it certainly sounds as fantastic as you make our own to be.” Grima spoke, tone pensive instead of his general disinterested one. Indeed, a world like that sounded strange... and completely unprepared for Him. He briefly allowed himself to wonder what it would be like.

“They would truly be that long, if not more. If you must confirm the truth, ask that of any of the worms from my world, at the time of my prime. I am sure they would be more than willing to regale tales of the terror I wrought.” He was sure to keep His tone indifferent, for He truly was, or so He felt. Lately, it seemed...

Yes, staying so long among mortals was certainly bad for His health.

Oh. Options. He gave them a gander, then nodded at the final choice.

“I am uncertain what you mean by ‘media’, it is not much of import, it merely seems more... intimidating. Yes. I think this shall be my choice.”

He nodded to himself, satisfied, and His mouth opened slightly, an expression of being appeased.

“This shall do. For your service, I shall fulfill my end. Is it still what we agreed upon... or have thou changed thy mind? Speak of your wish.”

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“I forgot you were this size.” She said, picking up the ‘all-mighty-and-dangerous dragon’. Holding him up in front of her, like you would with a dog who just peed the floor, green hues began to inspect his form. At least it would be slightly easier to make him his costume, but her condition would be harder. Hmm… maybe she can strike a different deal. Not caring about how he would react, she turned the dragon and held him close to her chest. Maybe he’d enjoy the different view? He was a little heavy.

“So, while I take measurements, I need you to be completely still and listen to what I say. This is the only time you have to obey someone of a ‘lesser’ being, got it? Also, are you naturally this size? You look like a cute crocodile or something from that family.”

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An undignified noise came from Him, much to His annoyance, when the daring human plucked Him from the ground. Serpentine, glowing Eyes trained on her own, a hiss ruptured from His throat in a close-mouthed threat... but that’s where it remained.

The girl was lucky that His patience was on a good turn today, for otherwise He may have used His maw for more than just speaking. Words were powerful, but actions more so.

“Let this be the last time you make this mistake, worm.” The Beast spoke in an even tone, seeing within her intent being relatively tame and thus granting her His mercy. “You shan’t touch me like this again if you enjoy an unmarred face.”

If He stretched enough, His clawed wings would touch the floor, and He could easily untangle Himself from the strange embrace. However, He did not bother, for if this was necessary for this costume making by the human, then He must endure and keep His end of the bargain.

“I shall remain still for your measures, but make them quick.” Grima snapped, then blinked, twisting His neck so He may be facing her again. “Tell me you jest, girl. Have you heard not how my body covered the sky? This is but a fraction of my true size... my fangs would be longer than you are tall”

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" I won't let you destroy my home again. " - Lucina

His maw opened with glee at the thought of once more purging Ylisse in the fires of His breath and the destruction of His wings and endles armies. Yes, it is quite the pleasant thought... destroying all Naga held dear - and all of the world. All of his opposition... all who could tear him to return to slumber.

However, the thought would have to wait, for they were both stuck in a world most bizzarre, a dream which tied both of their hands, metaphorically, to only rely on verbal barbs.

“DO NOT MAKE PROMISES YOU CANNOT KEEP, FOOLISH CHILD.” His throat rumbled as He spoke, raising his neck and much of his body to see this child eye to eye... something that would normally not be so difficult and bothersome.

His maw opened, teeth glistening in the low light. “OR WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY YOUR LUCK, AND SEE WHAT YOUR WORD IS WORTH?” Grima taunted, second set of wings unfurling as he used his third set to stand. He was taller now, forcing him to dip his head a little to maintain eye contact. 

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Drip. Drip. Drip. 

In his mind’s eye He bore witness to the destruction before him, the destruction within him, and the destruction that would come. 

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

The future slipped through countless fingers like sand, like water droplets, and onto the floor, never to be recovered.

As it should be.

And as the multitude of serpentine eyes opened, a scowl marred His maw, for it was not the destruction which he expected to bear witness to once more. Dragons such as He barely ever slept, let alone dreamed, unless forced to. His head swiveled from side to side, casing the grounds which He found himself in, and so noticed things most curious.

The room was cavernous but cozy, candles flickering and set on the walls, offering a dim but comfortable light. Under Him was not a bed made for man, but akin to a giant and plush pillow made of countless feathers. The ground was cobblestone, a plush carpet leading from the door to the massive pillow where He found Himself curled up. He did not recall when and how he ended up here, this place was utterly unfamiliar, and yet while the walls were closed off and offered an encasing feeling, it also felt like the freedom archived by flight.

The beast stretched, and His wings unfurled, the space allowing them to unveil to the limit without touching the walls.

And yet, no matter how comforting, a creature such as He knew when something was wrong. This was not normal, nor was what it should be. His Sight felt limited, his body felt smaller, and there happened to be a door there. In all His years, the Fell Dragon had never seen such a door that could entrap Him so, let alone be taller than Him. Not since Forneus, and even then, once He had begun to grow, that door had been dwarfed soon by His majestic stature. 

“A place such as this... is most curious.” His throat rumbled a steady breath, and Grima looked to the side, to where an odd sort of stone was making noise.

Well, no need to leave yet. He would have to ensure He had as much data as possible before making a move. This was a strange place, a land which had rules to which He was forced to abide, and that would not do. No, it simply would not. He had not just gone from conquering the lands to being a pawn once more... it simply could not be.

He would not allow it.

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A mysterious book came flying from the sky and hit the fell dragon's head. It may or may not be from a certain priest and devout follower of Naga, but how many priests are there in Awakening?

WHOMST?!

I WILL FIND YOU. AND THEN I WILL THROW IT BACK AT YOUR DUMB FACE. ONE HUNDRED TIMES FASTER.