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"And you are?"

✘ ✘ ✘ ---- Strangers? She moved into the caves to get away from strangers. But apparently, even here she could be found. When she was human, Odjur used to adore meeting new people. She would blossom and glow in there presence, often singing and dancing and cooking for them. But now, now that she was this... this beast, the kind warmth had faded into guarded fear.

"Who dares to enter my domain?" Odjur demanded, staring at the stranger with cautious eyes.

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myteethareswords replied to your post:—-Still thinks when Smaug is dying, it’s how he...

(Damn you for making me think this. Guess who’s going to watch his death again to confirm this?

// OOOPS!!! Now you'll never unhear it.

I THOUGHT OF IT IMMEDIATELY IN THE THEATER....

I was like NO BRAIN OMFG!!?

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Ill Tidings

The Halls were far from where she wished to be. The weather had forced her to hide. The rain was cold, and she had no other place to go. Ears had pinned to her skull, and she stepped into the hall. Cloven hooves barely made a whisper against the stone, and she shook her head, hardly pleased with how cold she was. It wasn't often she couldn't keep warm, and with the twitching of her flank, she tried to move further into the Halls.

It was oddly ornate, and it was almost as if she walked into a home. She tried to tak ein everything, pausing at the smells that suddenly sunk in. There was the subtle tang of metal and she soon found the source of it, the massive mountains that glittered, and she just rolled her eyes. There was nothing to entice her, she had no use for gold and gems.

But then there was the other scent. And she couldn't believe she didn't notice it first.

Brimstone. Fire. Heat.

As temptng as the last one was, she froze. She stood looking down into the gold, out over the sea of it, and ears pinned tighter to her skull. Her hide twitched, and she tried to step back, trying to pinpoint just where the beast was, and just how much time she had before it was roused.

Here she thought she was done with dragons,and they were just a nightmare from her past, despite the scar on her shoulder that burned with memories. She was trying to be quiet, the faint sound there of distress. She couldn't go outside, the rain was too cold, and she could only hope it would end, that she could slip back outside before the dragon roused..

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Cold, his lips were almost cold against the heat of his skin, the sensation making him shudder. The touch was feather light and strange, as if the human was worried that his skin would catch alight at the contact. An intriguing thought, one he would have to experiment with in the future with other humans. A kiss wasn’t the reason why he was there, no he had a score to settle, revenge stained with blood had been clawed into his heart. The wound still throbbing beneath the stolen clothing reminded him with every breath he took. He was weak, but strong enough to kill.

"Do not speak that name here." The words were a hiss, icy blue eyes flashing orange for the briefest of moments before he relaxed and smiled. "Terror can wait, At least for now. In exchange for my mercy there is something you can do for me."

The bowman’s hand was grabbed, the drake lifting it to his chest so he could feel the wetness of the blood steadily soaking his clothing. “I have no means of healing this. I will be dead before the next full moon if something isn’t done.” His voice deepened to a growl, the human’s hand suddenly gripped impossibly tight. “You did this to me bowman. You will help me.” Grabbing the front of his shirt, Smaug yanked him close and pressed searing lips against the human’s, fangs snapping down into sensitive flesh until he tasted blood.

"Do it." He muttered as he drew back. "Or I will take more than a drop of your blood."

Bard could not believe what he was feeling - the wound that he had given this one when he was in his larger form. The wound in which his aim had been true, and the destruction of this monster's wrath had been put to a hold... None had really known if the drake survived, or if the lake had washed away his hulking form... It wasn't until but a few nights ago did the Bard find out about this drake's new self... Or old... Depending on however long this drake could have always turned into this more-human self... Fingers flexing on instinct, feeling his palm was absolutely coated with the drakes heated blood. Eyes were widening when he felt that grip tighten, and stifled his breath as he was yet again pulled into a kiss. Words mulling over in his head, and cut off short at feeling -fangs- snapping down on his softer lips. A small groan finally breaking through, and he reminded himself that he -must- be silent... None can know about what was going on between these two... Glancing over quickly, and covering his mouth lightly with his free hand -- seeing his children running about and helping any that needed more food or drink. His sole purpose for being alive for this long.... Then staring quickly at the dragon once again.

".......................You... realize that you were -killing- innocent people, Great Dragon... I had to do -something- or this entire town was going to be wiped out. I could -not- allow for it to happen..... And I do -not- need to help you -heal- your wound!" Whispering all of that, and with a face that was furrowed with both concern and boldness. To disagree with a dragon as old as Smaug - was never wise... But he would -not- become a puppet for which to aid it's master?!! Bard was ignoring the fear for what would happen if he pushed this conversation too far against the drake's demands. { myteethareswords }

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Her eyes look up at the mountain in awe, this was the home of her kin before they were drove out by the dragon Smaug but, rumors have been spreading that the dragon hasn't been seen for over 60 years and with her growing up on tales of her kins home she had to venture out here herself to see the kingdom for herself. Climbing up the side of the mountain was a simple task with her battle ram as he scaled up it with ease where she found a cave in to where should could gain access to inside the mountain. Gulping lightly she starts to walk inside and her head spins with many hallways until....until she reaches a room full with gold and gems, it was like the stories where told.

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☆ :What made you start playing your muse?

Anticipation of the Third Movie!

Me and me mom had been sorta marathon-ing the two Hobbit Films - with a few episodes of Once Upon a Time, Sleepy Hollow and Grimm in between. During that time, I’d been debating with myself on whether I wanted to take up Bolg or not.

For one thing, I sort of felt bad… I’ll avoid going into details just in case, but I wanted to run it through with someone first, ‘cause I didn’t want to make them feel bad. They were cool about it though, so I’ll leave at that.

… And secondly, I was worried that he’d end up being a rehash of Gothmog. Thankfully, the two are different enough.

♠ :What is the hardest thing about playing this muse?

… Ya’ know what? Gosh darn it, I don’t know anything about the Black Speech!

I am aware that there a few sites - Most noticeable being The Land of Shadow. I’ve visited the site before, and I know there is a dictionary of sorts… But I’m sort of afraid of using it, because, knowing my luck, I’d most likely end up with having Bolg go into detail on how much he loves fish sticks when he’s supposed to be issuing a challenge to his foes.

I haven’t had the chance to read too much into it. It’s something that I’d really like to do, but I’m not sure how.

◊ :What’s your favorite thing about your muse?

… He WAS played by Lawrence Makoare in Desolation of Smaug, until they replaced him with John Tui instead for Battle of the Five Armies, for reasons I do not yet know.

I’ve always had a soft spot for villains… Cripes, even when I was a kid, I always liked the villains. Hopper from A Bug’s Life was my very first childhood crush!

… And not gonna lie, Bolg’s actually kinda hot for an orc. He’s got strength, and he’s got attitude.

Not to mention very gorgeous blue eyes!

… Or eye, rather.

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