“I’ll never unsee that." -- Jorusus/Elegos. I can't resist. 8)
This foe rivaled all that came before it, for even as Elegos struggled to free himself of its wretched grasp, he cursed whatever wicked elf devised such a trap. That was surely what the garden trellis was. A trap. A wicked elf trap meant to catch innocent whelps and whatever else tried to escape through one. Oh, they tried to disguise it with their windy vines and plant things, but now Elegos knew better. These elves probably even liked cats. Nasty and wicked cat-loving elves. It made the tiny whelp fume and flare his nostrils as he struggled.
In his haste, Elegos managed to fit his head, arm, and even a wing through one of the holes, but as he tried to get the other through, he knew the hole must have shrunk. There he hung for several minutes, wriggling, flailing, twisting, and flapping, enrage that such trap should ever exist. He even dropped his new treasures, which of course he retrieved with such skill and cunning from the house behind behind him. They laid on the ground before him – a blue bauble, a few very fine necklaces, and one peculiar pin with a wild red hair still stuck in it.
Elegos went still, not only from the shock of hearing something draconic, but from the sight of the last dragon he ever expected to see. Jorusus, a very large netherdrake, with very sharp teeth, and very long translucent wings settled quite casually before the trellis and the trapped whelp within it. There might have been a moment of fear in the tiny blue whelp but then he remembered how he always handled his larger siblings in Winterspring.
“You!” he shouted. Perhaps it was an inelegant greeting, but there wasn’t much that was elegant about the dangling whelp. “Don’t just sit there! GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!”
Jorusus huffed and uttered a low and almost imperceptible sound, a guttural thing that reverberated in his long neck. “You have terrible manners for something so small.”
A round of flapping and wriggling answered that, but Elegos could not dislodge himself. He huffed and growled and then gnawed at the wood, but his tiny teeth hardly left more than scratches. It was embarrassing, and he could feel Jorusus staring as he grew even more incensed. “Your tail is stupid and you look like a fish!”
Another growl and a flicker of lip flashed some very sharp teeth that shut Elegos up the second he saw them. But Jorusus did not approach. In fact, the netherdrake turned from Elegos and started to stroll away.
Jorusus paused, unfurled his long wings, and seemed ready to take to the skies. He could hear every one of Elegos’s pitiful cries, all the more high-pitched for his size and desperation.
“Please! I can’t get out!”
He lowered his wings and waited through a few more whelpy whines, stretching leisurely with his back to the trellis.
Jorusus walked his way back to the trellis and Elegos saw that flash of teeth again, only this time they were dangerously close, and getting closer with each step. Then they were inches from his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and heard a crack and a crunch that must have been his neck. This was how he would go.
But it was the wood, snapped like twigs in Jorusus’s jaws.
Elegos felt it slack away, one splintered piece from another, and then he fell free, landing with a thud on the garden ground. He blinked and righted himself as he peered at Jorusus. Already, the larger dragon was walking away.
Elegos gathered his stolen treasures in hand and the blue bauble in his mouth then flapped after Jorusus. It took him a moment to catch up and more than a bit of nerve to settle on the ground before him, but Elegos kept his head low and crept closer. He set the blue bauble on the ground and nudged it once to Jorusus.
“I didn’t mean it… you’re a handsome dragon and you have nice scales.”
Then, with the rest of his treasures in hand, he made a hasty retreat through the bushes.