team-jorgenson
↟ ↟ It would always appear rude or sudden, to perform an action based upon one’s own discretion, without vocal warning as to just what in the god’s name one was attempting to accomplish. The fiery Nightmare had always had issues with this, as his attempts at communication were neither as refined or pronounced as that of their resident plasma-skink; there were very few humans who seemed to be able to understand the nuances of what a very thin throat could produce language-wise, and setting everything ablaze was always taken the wrong way.
As such, it was with a desperate glance over his shoulder toward the dark-haired viking who insisted on perching atop his neck like some sort of loud, obnoxious sparrow, before a huff of exasperated smoke billowed from a pair of flared nostrils, and the gigantic beast dipped his wings, banking violently in a direction they were most likely not heading toward.
The repercussions would be reaped as they came, but the jagged dragon’s sense of smell was likely a bit more powerful than that of his rider’s, and the aroma that was currently floating up amongst the trees was distressing at best. There was little in his mental repertoire that could identify the source, and as such, a reckless nature made it possible for curiosity to greatly outweigh caution. ↡ ↡