A face he hasn’t seen in a while! // @kneltnotbowed
There’s a moment of pause, he’d come to visit Sean after learning that he’d been found. Of course, being a part of a traveling circus meant that they weren’t in one area for too long. Still, he’d made it a point to at least fly over whenever he could in order to check on his friend even now that he had forgotten everything. However, he hadn’t intended to see another familiar face when he arrived. A lot had changed since he’d last seen Dib. Not only with Sean’s situation but with his own. He was... Brighter now. Not too much more expressive but certainly more open with his facial expressions now. Enough to show his being surprised when he saw him. Last he’d seen Dib-- Things were not going well with he and Sean and the other seemed apprehensive about quite a bit.
The last Dib had seen BD though, he was as pale as could be and had no idea of who or what he really was. Seemed time had a way of playing tricks on everyone, didn’t it? Still, that didn’t stop BD from calling out to the other. “Kid!” Not an ounce of hesitation, he closed the gap rather quickly and reached out, briefly poking the other’s shoulder gently. “So you’re actually here-- Alright, spill, what happened?! Ya disappeared and I couldn’t find hid nor hair of ya. You punks had me worried sick y’know.” Standing straight, his hands perched on his hips like a disapproving elder brother would. Though that small smile on his features displayed his relief. “I’m glad to see you’re alright.”
Environment / Nest :: Remote island off the equator. Contains: one active volcano, two deep mountains, foliage akin to that of tropical nature, high quantity of sediments and crystallized formations. The island itself is a heated land of tall trees, flowers, fruits, a number of avian species and few ground species. The caverns are littered with deep tunnels that the dragons have burrowed out and made homes of where they can proficiently trap their prey without worries of them escaping. The beaches are comprised of multifaceted sands that have become different colours due to the high quantity of natural chemicals and sediments that cling to the sand as well as become the sand as they’re eroded by the waves. These colours are often seen as opalescent but are otherwise solid in their mixture of beige and other hues of blues and purples. The fruit is a common edible to the draconian species as they are not obligate carnivores, they are omnivores that prefer meat but have a strict understanding of population vs diet, their ‘beaks’ are predominantly for tearing flesh but their back teeth are rounded for the purpose of chewing these fruits.
The mountain tunnels / caverns are filled with various crystalline sediments that redirect sound and gradually increase it to create deeper and longer lasting Echos. These tunnels have been dug out by the draconian species over the course of centuries and the old ones are maintained and kept in use by the new generations as well. Crystals are broken with their ‘beaks’ or dug out with their talons to maintain clear paths and prevent over crystallization of their homes. Volcanic attributes: The heat is far stronger in deeper parts of the mountains due to the active volcano that serves to warm the island further. The draconian species does not venture beyond certain points unless they are ready to adapt to the changes in the temperature and sediment or have taken to nesting in the area if they are incapable of producing a proper level of heat for their offspring. Some are stronger in adaptation than others, warranting these nesting areas to be hollowed out and properly tended to by others who ‘midwife’ for the weaker of their species.
Draconian Species: Syntharias. :: This species of drake is of the Western variety and live socially and loudly. They are commonly known for their songs and the way they carry seemingly endlessly despite the dragon having stopped singing an hour before the echo ends. This is due to the species being that of a sound variant of drake. They rely heavily on echolocation, sound reverberation, sound constant, sound everything and communicate in a series of varying notes and chirps when at a distance from each other. While they are generally a large breed, some are quite a bit larger than the rest and are chosen to be protectors of the rest of the flock for their ability and size. The smaller variations of these dragons are not often viewed as weak because of their capability and fluid nature in escape and their prowess in cavern diving. Each dragon has its own set of abilities concerning ADAPTATION. While they all have the natural instincts and ability to conform or change depending on their environment and surrounding species, some of these dragons adapt according to these things as well as to their own Emotive dispositions.
If one of these dragons is incredibly upset while being introduced into a colder climate, it is possible that their sense of adaptation will avert attention from them via turning as white as the snow itself to burrow and hide within it. However, these dragons are a warm blooded species. They do not fair easily in the cold and often remain in warmer climates during the winter season due to the fact that snow absorbs sound and messes with their senses and instincts. Because of several variables, their appearances differ from one another either subtly or drastically. When under duress, they create a crystallized shell around them to promote even more strength to their flesh because they are not predominantly covered in scales unless the adaptation requires it of them. A majority of these drakes consist of a silken and seemingly soft flesh when in reality its actually a hard and flexible skin that only appears delicate. They have areas where fur protrudes off them most of the time to keep their joints and the paws of their feet warm even in lukewarm places.
They have a type of beak maw that is utilized for a various sort of things, between breaking apart crystals and tearing flesh from bone, their ‘beaks’ are used even to impale threats and nuzzle their young. It is finely lined in sharp rows of curved teeth until the back of the maw, where they have flat teeth to better chew fruit. They have a long set of talons that are also utilized as a method of communication by allowing their claws to tap against cavern floors and crystals to resonate through their echos as a form of Morse code. These dragons are considered quite skilled in nurturing due to their gentle nature and deep consideration for each other. Each one is skilled in some way or another for tending to the young and/or caring for each other. Some of these drakes spend a majority of their young lives building upon this trust and care to better learn to adapt to different scenarios and situations. Because they are a warm blooded creature but sometimes have troubles maintaining their internal and external temperatures due to their lack of breathable scales, they tend to either radiate heat or appear cold. The dragons that appear cold, however, are rare and far between as its not considered a ‘trouble’ more so as it is a ‘health problem.’
Where these dragons are concerned, others tend to come in as ‘midwives’ and help them with keeping their eggs warm and keeping them warm as well. They place them in nests closer to the volcanic activity of the deeper caverns to keep them well incubated and healthy. They have no predominant disposition concerning the care of their young, both male and female drakes are responsible for them and they are a very tight knit species that can become INCREDIBLY vicious when any one of them is threatened. Syntharias are both a flying and ground species of dragon that commonly utilize their powerful roars and echo ‘flakes’ to fight via sound waves. The bigger the dragon, the louder they are due to their enhanced lung capacity and glands. They produce little flighty flecks of colours when ‘echoing’ due to the small sparks that come from their glands when doing so. These fleck determine the size and weight of their echo as the larger number of flakes often means the longer and stronger the echo will be. They do breathe fire. Unlike some of their other species counterparts, these dragons are heavy fire breathers. They don’t simply breathe fire at you, they roar it at you to give it all the more strength by multiplying the force with the range of their sound amplification. Their fire comes in a range of colours and temperatures ranging from gentle and warming flames to ones that burn so hot they appear like Dicyanoacetylene. The larger breeds of Syntharias generally have the highest level of heat. This is because they are charged with the protection of the flock and develop their abilities much earlier in their young lives, giving them the ability to better train and understand their fires.
They are also heavy grapplers and will try to grasp you and spiral downwards to bury you into the ground. They only have three toes on each paw and in each one, their talons hook inwards to be able to grapple their prey and enemy all the tighter to spin them into the ground and break their necks if they can. As I said, they are extremely volatile and vicious when one of them is threatened. Onto concerning the adaptation for the emotional spectrum of these dragons though: Depending on what the dragon is going through, he/she may find themselves instinctively returning to their island home if they’re not already residing there when they suffer great breaks or a very high level of emotion. The reason for this is because they instinctively wish to return home where they feel the safest during their vulnerable changes. Some, however, do not change immediately or merely molt. Dragons like Hibiki are often prone to have an extended period of change because of the range of emotions and how deeply they feel them. They will solidify their skin even further and encase it in a tough sediment to protect themselves, change their hues to match their emotive dispositions, and will all around likely not be recognizable to those who are not familiar enough with them to know the difference.
Some of these dragons do not have wings. However, that is a genetic anomaly that does not occur often and when it does, these dragons often have shorter life spans due to their avian like nature beckoning them to the skies. Largers of the breed often take to carrying these wingless drakes on their backs or in their paws to make sure their spirits are always lifted. If a wingless dragon falls into depression, their wails can be heard throughout the entire island and this often results in a cataclysmic event of every dragon becoming sorrowful. So everyone tries their best to ensure their wingless darlings do not ever feel like they aren’t apart of the sky as they should be. Their horns are susceptible to alteration and adaptation just as the rest of their bodies are, though the drakes often like to keep their horns a size and shape they can easily handle in their caverns. (One dragon once made the mistake of making his horns too large and too intricate, resulting in him being unable to enter his own den which was quite the embarrassing ordeal.) Some prefer to keep their horns short and very small all around but others prefer them to be long and sharp to better gore their enemies.
Feathers :: Though their “Feathers” are generally soft and separated fibers like normal feathers, some dragons actually do not like to have such fragile wings and often take to plucking their own feathers bit by bit over a long period of time to replace each feather with the crystalline substance that their skin is made of. This results in a rather intricate and beautiful style of wing that is both sharp and durable beyond the norm of muscle and feathers. This is also a form of adaptation presented by the breed, as they will vary the strength and style of their wings to suit their needs.
Long adaption times :: When a larger drake like Hibiki is undergoing the process of adapting or changing due to emotive disposition and other factors, they often take quite a bit longer than the others. Not just because of their size but also because of the way they adapt. They do not often take to merely altering one aspect of themselves or simply adding things to suit the needs they have because the emotions are so strongly felt and experienced that they linger for quite a long time. While some adaptations take a shorter period, like becoming caustic and angry results in a very quick adaptation of shielding their skin in a thicker coat, most of the time it is a long process involving many attributes that surface within the breed. Some end up piebald mid-adaptation and during the process, opalescent crystals form over their still changing areas to prevent the weaker skin from being attacked. This is a form of self preservation and it is highly advised against to touch these crystal barriers unless given express permission or you are that dragon’s mate.
Bi-pedal forms :: These dragons do have “human” appearances when warranted. As they are a chameleon breed, they have spent centuries learning to adapt themselves using any means available to them. Generally the same adaptation and chameleon-esque nature applies to these forms as well. Concerning their natural home though: They often share the commonality that they have tanned skin from their tropical climate and a wide variety of colours in their hair and eyes. These drakes pride themselves on their unique appearances because, like crystals and sounds, they wish to hear and see the differences in each other.
Injury && Healing :: These dragons do not have exceptional healing rates as some other breeds do. They do have a high rate of healing but a cut will still take a day to heal and a missing limb will take years to regrow unless outside help is obtained. Though they can use their skills in adaptation to speed up the process, it is a grueling task and none of them really find it important to do so. If they are hurt, the others will help take care of them so there’s no need to rush matters and its advised against by the others so they don’t potentially harm themselves in the process. Because they are a violent species when provoked or threatened, they tend to treat injuries as badges of valor. If they’ve lived through the fight they’re going to be proud of it even if they lost.
Breeding && Mates :: Syntharias have difficulties breeding. Because they breed very rarely, a few times over the course of ten years, they are not a common nor vast breed. The difficulties lie in the fact that they require such an intense amount of heat for their young that they take into account the size and mass of their flock. Nothing is really dictated though, they merely already have enough younglings among them and regard each other with such a familial care that they don’t regard each other as separate families. This makes it difficult for them to breed among other species of dragons sometimes due to the differences in views, but its not completely uncommon. When a dragon of this breed has found their mate, they do not mate again. This is also a reason for their rarity, as once a mate dies, the dragon does not bond with another and does not breed afterwards unless it is an extremely important task of continuing on the species as a whole. Which isn’t the case since, while not in abundance, their flock is still large. These dragons are highly active and playful. They may not have spring heats like other species but they are no less active sexually for it. They are a drake that often enjoys praising their mates and will do so lovingly.
When a dragon of this breed doesn’t have a mate, they commonly find others to be active with until they form that bond.
Diet :: Overall these dragons have an omnivore diet (as stated above) and do not hunt their prey to extinction. They prefer larger prey like wildcats and tend to avoid hunting avians due to their similar dispositions to themselves. They are also a diving species, their smooth crystalline skin and how some have replaced their soft and pliable feathers with the same kind of flesh often gifts them an uncanny ability to fish. They have a 60/40 ratio of Meat to Fruit/Veggies and 60% of the Meat is Fish and larger prey. They regard burrowing species highly since they share the same attributes, again like they do with avian species, but are aware of their rapid rate of reproduction and do tend to do population control by hunting them when they’ve taken notice that their population has become too great to maintain a healthy ecosystem since they hunt the larger prey that hunts the smaller burrowing ones. Syntharias tend to enjoy sweeter fruits over bitter ones and will most commonly be found eating them directly from the trees and brushes rather than picking them off and collecting them since fruit goes bad too quickly to do so.
The larger of these dragons tend to eat more fruit and fish than hunting the larger prey to prevent over hunting.
-- Specifics: Hibiki / Matthew / Bird’s Nest --
First Form :: (Upper Left Corner) Hibiki was born with a natural lavender coat and held no need to adapt since he was born on the Island. Even to the standards of others he was an extremely large drake as they watched him grow and adapt to many different aspects of their lives. He would commonly be found tending to others or hunting for the lot of them because his maw had a greater capacity and his lungs a deeper reach to dive further. Since he was a youngling, he would be found training his fires and echos extensively but when speaking with the others, would remain quiet due to his kinder nature. The others viewed him as a strong and capable drake that would not hesitate to become incredibly violent to protect his smallers from harm. He was often seen playing with animals and letting them run rampant over his larger self with amused glee. The dragon was also quite fond of the flora and nature that occupied his home and would hoard plants and shells for it in his den. Animals that would often not dare to come into the tunnels would follow him anywhere in there and he would be found casually singing to them and listening to their little chirps and noises. They found he just really enjoyed the sounds they made! When he chose to leave the islands, he did not go anywhere that would require him to change his appearance or genetics as he wanted to fondly remember his home and remain bonded to it. The reason for his leaving was because he wanted to explore and find out more about the other species of dragons that occupied the skies and waters.
Second Form :: (Upper Right Corner) Hibiki had been far away from his native island for quite a number of years before he was introduced to the species of humans that had discovered him in his cavern home. At first he was kind, answering questions and speaking gently as he discovered a human’s hearing is quite a bit more fragile than his own. He helped where he was asked to and was more than delighted to have their company.. Until they began to demand things of him. Instead of asking, instead of treating him with respect, they began to treat him as if he were something they could control. In that instant, they became a threat. Slowly and surely, he gradually began to change and adapt to this alteration in their personality and though he was exceedingly patient with the smaller creatures, it became apparent to himself that he was holding back his violent tendencies towards threats purely out of his concern for the small species’ offspring. Gradually, he covered his lavender flesh with a hard black shell that reflected his feeling threatened and his pale gradient crystallized wings and fur became a vivid gradient of orange and yellow to reflect his ire towards them. With every instance they attacked him, he would cover the wound inflicted and would gradually begin to cover his more sensitive points in a dark lava like substance that looked like cooled magma had begun to cling to him. His horns shortened slightly, taking on a shape and size that would be better to gore them with.
Eventually, he did snap. His echos and fire burned brightly over the lands until Mitsushige [ @minugahanax ] was commanded to stop his anger and remove him from the position to continue his assault. His violence did not stop and he would not listen to any cries given by the other, resulting in him attempting to tear the other dragon apart as viciously as he could until he was eventually put down. His horns stolen and sealed away as well as his very draconian nature and soul, he spent the next few centuries being born into the frail body of a human and suffering even further without memory of who and what he actually was. Eventually he came across the very same dragon who had taken his life from him in such an underhanded way as Matthew / Bird’s Nest, but did not know it was him and became incredibly attached to him. His ire for humans forgotten, his hatred forgotten, he fell in love with the spring dragon and often worried about his humanity and mortality being a hindrance to the other. He came to terms with it in a way only to find himself faced with another entity he knew from a past life he could only recall in short bursts until Karmen found one of the swords that contained one of his horns. It was then he began to recall his former lives that contained the draconian serpent Orochi [ @serpentinexwar ] in them.
Recalling certain things but not everything and not even about his own draconian lineage yet, he went on the search for the other sword he vaguely recalled carrying with him in his former lives. It was then, in the comfort of his circus home with his spring love that his mother came to visit him, baring the sword that they’d been told to hide away from him. He became enraged at first when the change and memories hit him so harshly that he did not know how to react and immediately, instinctively, sought comfort in the echos of a cavern he often played in during this current life as a child. He had no idea Mitsu wasn’t aware of what he’d done as well at the time until they came to find him, where he was coiled sorrowfully with his centaur friends Nemo and Malik. After finding out the reality of what had happened, how Mitsu could not tolerate what he’d been forced to do, the drake calmed down even further and pulled himself from the depressive thoughts that perhaps it had all been a lie. Now at peace with all that had transpired.
Third Form :: (Lower Left Corner) Because of the vast emotional change he had undergone during his release and how big of an impact his circus family, friends and Mitsushige had on him-- the dragon instinctively became unnerved by the high escalation of emotion and change in himself, seeking refuge in his instincts and returning to his native island at the approval of his love. It was there he found the solace he needed in the constant reverberating sounds and echos around him as well as the swelling heat that couldn’t be found in his trailer. Upon his return, many of the old drakes that he’d grown up with were shocked but were not unwelcoming, gladly thanking the heavens for his return and graciously helping him through the intense feelings and traits he was undergoing. He spent most of his time in his former Den, huddled up with his flora and creatures as well as a few of the newer younglings that sought to know who the legendary drake was from the stories of their even further youth. They would rub his crystallized skin with herbs and melted sediments, taking care with the breaks in it as well as his wings. Talking of how proud he must be for the scars he obtained during his absence and reminding him of all his natural habits and explaining why certain things were so familiar to him even if he could not remember them beforehand.
Because he is such a large variant of their breed, the change he’s currently undergoing resulted in a softer skin and piebald pattern. His crystal skin retaining some of the darker black hues while simultaneously returning him to his lavender and including a new shade of midnight royal hues as a sign of him accepting that he was no longer the bright and carefree dragon he’d once been but had no qualms with the dragon he would become. Because the adaptation would take so long though, he bid farewell to his Syntharia kin and returned home with opalescent crystals masking his still changing pieces to gradually continue his adaptation where he wanted to be the most. His horns are long and curved like a Great Sable Antelope’s but are not excessively long and are curved to promote a less threatening feeling since he has no intentions to gore anyone.
Fourth Form :: (Lower Right Corner) A yet to be discovered form, or rather, the one his third will transform into later on. Containing the etchings of petals and the same crystallized flesh over his ‘feathers’ and body, he retains a darker skew of colours combined with his lighter gradients to signify that he is content with who he has become. The petal like markings he obtains are to further symbolize his attachment to his spring dragon and his nightshade yet translucent wings further show his attachment to his family in the circus, the Starlight Tent. His horns remain the same as the Third Form.
Current Bi-Pedal Form :: Due to his adaptations and time on his native island, he skin tone had deepened to a warm caramelized hue and his once bright and livid orange hair has deepened into a darker hue of purples and blacks with a hidden lighter lavender on the underside of it near the nape of his neck. If his eye weren’t missing, they would be heterochromiac: containing his usual gradient of pink and blue in the missing eye along with his vibrant green and seafoam mixture in his existing eye.
Dragonic purring rolls from the massive beasts throat as clothing that once belonged to Matthew were beneath his scaled front. Rubbing his fur and scent all over the fabric out of sheer instinct to keep his mate marked with him was heavily and easily acted upon in his humble cave. Huffing flowery scented breathes over the material before cheeks brushed over jeans; jackets and even underwear. Shamelessly making sure each article was proclaiming; Mated, Mine, Do Not Touch; the perfect way.
@minugahanax | Guardian ;;
It didn't take him long at all to notice more and more of his clothes going missing. Normally he'd only have one person to question in the case of his lost clothing, but Koko wasn't the culprit this time. After all, she hadn't been sporting any of his shirts while diving into his bed and proclaiming herself the owner of his room. Which left only one individual who could (and would be brave enough) have absconded with half his wardrobe. It wasn't as if he didn't notice them being sneakily replaced and taken at times, often returned with the dominate scent of spring and all the flora that came with it, but he never minded it in the slightest. After all, Mitsu knew not to take the one piece of clothing he never took off unless he was unable to wear it. (Such rare cases only included showering and in a form that would damage the article.) Granted it was less so the jacket itself and more so the patch, it was understood that it was off limits.
Not that it mattered any, with as much time as he spent with his draconian love, it was already well marked anyways. A hum in his throat, he idly looked through his wardrobe before tossing on what was left and deciding to trail off the circus grounds to go see his beloved dragon. It was easy to find him, that subtle fragrance and the general knowledge of where he enjoyed being guiding his nose before he laid eye on him twisting about in a pile of his clothes. Such a beautifully perfect notion of romance that only urged the echoing beast to lean forward and snicker with glee. "You do realize I need those to wear sometimes, right? If I run out of underwear, its your fault and I'm holding you accountable," the purr in his voice held no real admonishing as he perched himself towards his spring heart and settled his cheek against the opalescent scales that so often made his mind wander off to try to find each colour that reflected in them. "Mark me in moderation, love. I promise to only wear the clothes you've integrated with spring already."
“Do you remember what I first wrote for you?” Shifting as he spoke, he gently took his beloved’s hand and settled his arm in his lap. “You liked it so you asked me to write something more permanent for you, when I did, you framed it.” He chuckled with remembrance as he grabbed his marker from his pocket and slowly started to gently write along Mitsu’s forearm. “That was the first time anyone that wasn’t family complimented on my handwriting.” It had made him less secretive about the fact that he couldn’t print very well and that he basically only wrote in script and filigree. A fond expression twisting his features, he wrote out the words in Swedish this time, connected them with ivy, and flourished them with roses. “Vacker konstnär... Beautiful artist. My beautiful artist.”
Flowers drift from Mitsu's palms to rest in BD's hair; lips descend to forehead and a smile stains his lips pink. Stroking his thumb over the others cheek in the warm outdoor elements; Mitsushige hums a light tune; though not as good as his Bird brother, he was close. A soft melody from his lungs as he stroked symbols into his lovers skin in the welcomed serenity.
@nvrcmplt | BD ;;
His beloved spring. Thriving in magnificent hues and sounds, he loved to hear him. Loved to see him. Loved that his mate existed through and through. His sharp jowls show in a flash of a smile at the petals he can see from the corners of his vision, those warm fingers dancing over his skin and the sweet tones reverberating through the air-- nothing could truly be better. His hands shift to settle upon lithe hips and bring him closer to his side, only one deciding to stay behind as the other curled along the curve of Mitsu’s spine as he nestles his jaw beneath the other’s and smiles against his throat. What a wonderful sound he makes, he cant help but to let those flecks of resonance leave his teeth to replicate the soft melody and carry it through the air better. “Beautiful.”
How long had he been gone, he wondered. It was easy to lose track of time after all that had transpired-- going off to his native islands and greeting old friends he hadn’t seen in hundreds of years. It wasn’t a surprise that some of them were no longer around, they always had been a rowdy bunch and their guardian had done his best. Sorrowful, but there was no need for the islands to erupt in wails so he’d kept his sadness to himself. It was a process, he supposed. Trying to rifle through memories and figure out why he so strongly needed to come back here. He had Mitsushige, why did he need to leave? Perhaps because it had been winter when he’d left that he felt a little more at ease about it.
Finding out about these odd aches and pains he felt, the way his scales seemed to appear and crystallize-- he wanted to be in good health when his beloved woke up so he’d taken a leap and found out more than he’d thought he would. “You’re adapting,” they’d said. Apparently his emotive disposition had improved so much that his body was trying to show it. Healing from that era, that pain, it had taken so long but now he was no longer that darkened sheen of volcanic rage and fire. Once upon a time he’d been so keen on protecting his kin but it had ended so poorly for him when he left that he hadn’t been able to return home. They’d thought him dead because they hadn’t heard him in so long. It was peaceful though, gradually returning to what he once was but with quite a few alterations.
Now he had Mitsu and that reflected in the crystalline patterns of his scales taking the shapes of petals. His once dark demeanor was brighter and more iridescent; hued in purples, blues, pinks and oranges. He was no longer that crackling void of fire and shadow, nor was he that lavender carefree-- balanced, that’s what he was. He felt at ease in both his draconian form and his bi-pedal one now. Even though it was offered that they help fix his eye, he didn’t bother. It was his scar to wear with pride and he would. A reminder. His skin was tanned from the sun, his hair a lighter shade of its once bright burnt orange, eye still as green as ever-- truly he didn’t look that much different than he had before.
Well, his teeth certainly were sharper now and that much reflected in how many times he accidentally bit his lip and howled instead of wincing like he would have before. Such a ridiculous syntharia he was. Still, when he took note of the date and realized he was a bit late on the return, he was quick to sling his bag over his shoulder and give his goodbyes. Getting home was as easy as getting to the islands had been and when he returned, he was swiftly on his way to Mitsu’s without any delay. (Not even to discard the bag over his shoulder.) As soon as he laid eyes upon his draconian heart though, he couldn’t even help the smile that spread across his face. Beautiful, as he always is.
There’s a hum in his throat and he closes the gap without hesitation to wrap an arm around the smaller male and bring his back against his chest. His head bowed and a flurry of kisses scoured across his cheek and jaw. He’s more expressive, perhaps not completely reformed from his devoid ways but quite a bit better at it now. “I missed ya, did you sleep well, love?”
Mitsu' just going to snuggle his BD tightly with his feathers wings flapping away like an excited bird as his scaled self surrounded the smaller being and squished the other against his palm as he growled and purred and chirped away. Happy Dragon.
@minugahanax | BD ;;
He loves him. There’s no doubt about it. Heart, soul, everything-- he loves him greatly and deeply. Even at a time like this he can only feel that overwhelming elation that this was his mate that was so excited and merrily flapping his wings about like an overzealous avian. How adorable, he thinks. Those beautiful chirps and purrs, growls and the feeling of those scaled talons against his skin; there was nothing that could make Bird’s nest happier. A sigh left his lips and he reached up, fingers playing over those scales as he kissed a few of them and smiled tenderly. They’d already been through hell and high water together. Centuries of loss and remembrance, of chaos and beauty all sown into one giant tapestry that depicted their story. Its amusing to think about how easy it was for them to find each other again on a pure chance.
A small man carting too many boxes of ink sticks and another who wanted to help him so he wouldn’t fall down the stairs but had accidentally startled him at first. An amusing “first” meeting, he thinks. “Vacker konstnär,” he hummed the words and brushed his fingertips along those talons and feathers. “My beautiful artist.” Hibiki, Matthew, Bird’s Nest-- it didn’t matter what name Mitsushigue called for, he’d come running. Even if he was a thousand miles away, he’d still hear him. Every beautiful sound that came from him was cherished by the dragon. Leaning up on his toes, he nudged his nose beneath the giant jaw and planted kisses on the scales there with glowing specks of his own echoed purrs and delight. “Moder called a while ago, she wants to come over for dinner. Ya up for it, baby?” It had been a long time in the works, getting to this point--
