Dragon Heart, Dragon Steel

@steel-and-fire "Is that your natural color?"

"The bush match the forest." She grinned, as she started using one of the braids to mimic a set of mustache.

"What. No."

Aaggh...

"First of all, why pink? It's not skin to get blood gathering under it.

Secondly, I said it's not based on emotions. It ranges from brown to red, depending on my human and draconic blood and which is prevailing."

"So ya don't act like a Peacock then? Pity, it would have gotten a laugh out of me."

She creaked a canned laugh follow with a snort.

"Yea...yea...I'm sure you like pea-cocks very much...."

#ooc #it's very important

// I FORGOT HIS EARRING

F I X E D

@steel-and-fire "Is that your natural color?"

"The bush match the forest." She grinned, as she started using one of the braids to mimic a set of mustache.

"What. No."

Aaggh...

"First of all, why pink? It's not skin to get blood gathering under it.

Secondly, I said it's not based on emotions. It ranges from brown to red, depending on my human and draconic blood and which is prevailing."

@steel-and-fire "Is that your natural color?"

"The bush match the forest." She grinned, as she started using one of the braids to mimic a set of mustache.

"The.....huh?"

That had not answered his question at all-

Oh.

Wait-

"What about ya good sir?" She started talking like a middle-age nobleman. "Does the carpet match the drapes? HO HO HO!"

She asked, twirling the fake mustache like a villain.

"Okay, now you lost me again with the drapes."

Was she on substances? She was a pirate, so would it even be surprising?

"Anyways, it's natural, although they shift in color depending on my...uh..not exactly mental state, let's say my disposition state."

'Damned to finally meet you in the..

Afterlife!

Save me from this pain and fill the hole inside.

You wonder why I'm all out of tears to cry.

Today I'm not, not afraid to die'

#ic #musings

@steel-and-fire "Is that your natural color?"

"The bush match the forest." She grinned, as she started using one of the braids to mimic a set of mustache.

"The.....huh?"

That had not answered his question at all-

Oh.

Wait-

#random campaign stuff that comes back to my head lmao #ic

He hums a song under his breath while peeling onions.

Thankfully, his resistance to toxins affects onions too, causing the making of soup a much easier process.

#ic

Demon: Possesses the person Ferenir is trying to protect, and starts to chant about how they will all die horribly.

Ferenir: "But the gods, the most horrifying thing about you is your singing, please stop."

The man sighed in response, shaking his head lightly, a faint smile on his lips that barely reached his eyes. He turned around and to the door, placing a hand on the wood as he opened it.

"That's the thing, Discordia, I won't worry about such a thing. I go where the wind flows, and act depending on the mood I woke up in the morning.

If I were to hold such worries...I would not have room for anything else, in this world we live in."

atriadiscordia

"Then my opinion about you remains unchanged until further notice, and I have no concerns whatsoever aside from making sure you and my brother do not kill each other, whether in my presence or in my absence."

Discordia couldn't help but let out an amused huff, sitting back on her chair at her desk. "Do please give yourself some worth, ser. You saved an once complete stranger from certain death and offered your own lifeblood. Not many can say they have done the same, or would."

#atriadiscordia #//he doesn't do well with praise lmao #ic

"Jeez, I'm not killing anyone, much less your brother, Diss.", he grimaced as he turned around again, the topic clearly snapping him out of whatever melancholic thought.

As for the otherwise, that did not even need a comment.

"And I appreciate your gratitude, but it was hardly an effort. My 'lifeblood', you are making it sound melodramatic.

There are lots of good people out there, the world isn't that rotten.

Judge me harder."

And with that and two finger guns, he left the room.

Old me: But would this long of a tail even be practical, it doesn't make sense to be this lo-

New me: STFU fuck practical, he is a dragon, he is majestic and VERY not practical and he has to live with the difficulties and make the best out of what he has.

Long. Fucking. Tail.

#ooc #crack

(From @theswiftcrowtavern)

Liara looked at him. "I don't think I've ever seen you before. What can I get you?"

The man leaned on his hand, green eyes gazing into orange ones if the scarred woman, without much purpose or intentions, as in from simple gravity.

He then lowered them a little and tapped the counter with his fingers absentmindedly.

"Yea, I'm a traveler. Something strong would do, what does the house have?"

#liara #ic

"Ferenir Neskan," came a familiar woman's voice from a nearby corner. "Your reputation precedes you. I have heard about you from your universe's Midori and I was hoping to meet you. Is now a good time?"

"Oh, another Midori.", the blacksmith noted with very little surprise. It was a Mido bargain sale lately after the whole universal portal thing. He had trouble recognizing which one was his amidst the chaos nowadays.

"It's nice to make your acquaintance.", he nodded with a smile.

"I am sure she took your ear off, I assure you she exaggerates a lot, so please do not be too disappointed on me."

#ic #MIDORI

@steel-and-fire "Jeez."

"What is it? Me words wounded yer lil' dragonet heart?"

steel-and-fire "Or some smutty fanfiction. You ain't persuading me you're reading scientific magazines on your past time."

"Do not offend me intellect, those books are flowery and awful." Dusa scoffed. "They are written by girls who never saw a monster up close."

"By their general belief that dragons come with two penises, I do have to agree with you."

"Land ones, sea ones on the other hand." She wriggled two fingers. "Prehensile too."