El sat idly in the school's courtyard, up in a tree. He lay up there silently with his back against the trunk and his right leg hanging off the large branch he was sitting on.
The young, at least by his race's standards, lychan gazed around with calculative, silver eyes and occasionally brushed a strand of his jet black hair from his forehead.
He didn't expect anyone to approach him, so he just closed his eyes and let out a loud, deep yawn.
The young, at least by his race's standards, lychan gazed around with calculative, silver eyes and occasionally brushed a strand of his jet black hair from his forehead.
He didn't expect anyone to approach him, so he just closed his eyes and let out a loud, deep yawn.
Jacob waltzed over carefully to the large oak that he usually took accustom going to after school, and threw his back-pack down. With a large stretch, and a loud yawn, he plops himself down and starts trifling through the heap of papers in his back-pack. His sharp, jade green eyes, scan over the lightly crumpled papers individually. Carefully he plucks one out and sets it neatly down on the open patch of grass beside him, and begins to search once more.
Pulling out a clipboard, he sets it on top of blank sheet of paper. With delicate fingers he reveals a package of sharp-tipped pencils with hot pink erasers. Slowly he cracks open the plastic seal and snatches one, then sets the rest into the second pocket of his back-pack. As he finishes tidying up his little, 'workspace', he touches the graphite of the pencil to the paper, creating streaks across its blank canvass. He starts with the head, a horned, grotesque creature with gnarled, twisted fangs. It's mouth stretched wide, breathing deep blue fire, with small tints of green. A dragon.
Continuing his scratch he carries it on to his torso. A scaled, battle-worn body that has large mangled wings sprouting from it's muscled back. Mid-way into creating the beasts central body, he notices something peculiar. A leg hanging from above. Out of mere curiosity he peaks above him to see whom might that leg belong to, he was shocked by the sight.
A figure not of his own kind, an alien of the sorts. Jacob had never seen anyone, or anything, other than humans and animals his whole life. But this creature both terrified, and intrigued him. Not wanting to disrupt its slumber rude-fully, and have the possibly of it starting a murderous rampage, he refrains from poking it with a stick. Instead, he slowly and silently creeps up the trunk of the large oak and sits a little ways from the thing, and speaks just above not being able to wake him up.
"Uh, excuse me, uh, how are you?" Jacob didn't quite know whether to call it a male or female, although he was of utmost certainty it was of male qualities, he refrained from calling it either.
Pulling out a clipboard, he sets it on top of blank sheet of paper. With delicate fingers he reveals a package of sharp-tipped pencils with hot pink erasers. Slowly he cracks open the plastic seal and snatches one, then sets the rest into the second pocket of his back-pack. As he finishes tidying up his little, 'workspace', he touches the graphite of the pencil to the paper, creating streaks across its blank canvass. He starts with the head, a horned, grotesque creature with gnarled, twisted fangs. It's mouth stretched wide, breathing deep blue fire, with small tints of green. A dragon.
Continuing his scratch he carries it on to his torso. A scaled, battle-worn body that has large mangled wings sprouting from it's muscled back. Mid-way into creating the beasts central body, he notices something peculiar. A leg hanging from above. Out of mere curiosity he peaks above him to see whom might that leg belong to, he was shocked by the sight.
A figure not of his own kind, an alien of the sorts. Jacob had never seen anyone, or anything, other than humans and animals his whole life. But this creature both terrified, and intrigued him. Not wanting to disrupt its slumber rude-fully, and have the possibly of it starting a murderous rampage, he refrains from poking it with a stick. Instead, he slowly and silently creeps up the trunk of the large oak and sits a little ways from the thing, and speaks just above not being able to wake him up.
"Uh, excuse me, uh, how are you?" Jacob didn't quite know whether to call it a male or female, although he was of utmost certainty it was of male qualities, he refrained from calling it either.
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