RP between Rook and Degu
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Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
A dragon out in the Valley wasn't so out there, and she had taken refuge atop one of the ships, positioned in a way that she could see everything before it was close enough to be an issue. The hour was late, but the occasional huff of fire helped illuminate the area incase someone wore the right type of clothes for sneaking.
Inside the ship, though, Jack sought out anything useful. Furniture had been a consideration, but he wanted something else. Books, tomes and anything that had even a small trace of magic. If he was lucky, the ship was one not yet checked through.....or one where the raiding groups had avoided due to strange magic.
One could hope, right?
Joan — 09/17/2021
For a beast so big, the quiet with which Joan arrives is unsettling. As she draws near her wings whistle in ghostly choir along the wind before she rather unceremoniously lands.
Her large body strikes the crest of the mountain top and she turns her head to survey the area, her large mass casting enormous shadows down onto the valley floor. The brightly colored female is easy to spot down below and glowing blue eyes snap her way.
The body language of this larger female is hard to read, but it might be aggressive. Tense and unmoving until a low yet loud hiss finally rises from her throat in warning.
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
A new arrival was expected and equally unwanted. The Macaw would stand on all four scaly legs, though her tail slid through a busted window to rattle against the furniture inside. Perhaps a display towards Joan, because she soon turned with a stomping of all four feet to face the larger dragon.
Her long body was stretched out in an obvious display of length and she'd puff herself out like a snake would, antlered head lowered. Joan's warning was met with her own.
Inside, however, Jack took that warning to heart immediately, and sought out a place to avoid detection should said threat wander or fly by. He was quiet, atleast, and didn't have to worry about breathing as a betrayal of his presence.
Joan — 09/17/2021
Joan sees this tiny thing puff up and opens her maw to show her teeth with a bellowing guttural sound that echoes through the valley.
The unmoving thing seems to frustrate her for some reason, the displays are territorial. Perhaps the little dragon might smell the hormones coming from her, not unlike those of a nesting queen. No wonder.
But this macaw is no male, she's calmer than she might have been. Heavy claws grip broken masts as she begins to climb across the many ancient ships as if they are simply boulders. Many of them clatter down the mountainside or sink further down as she goes.
"Why are you here?" the ancient occupied by a much younger soul asks without moving her maw, her eyes flashing with every syllable.
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
The Macaw's open mouth opens up, almost to an unnatural angle. Still, she remains there and inhales sharply through her nose. The smell was curious enough, and she'd make more noise, before sitting completely.
Joan's approach was watched with a wary eye, and she'd slink her tail infront of the entrance Jack had used before. "I am resting, I have traveled far to explore. I'm gone by morning." Or she would be, provided Joan not try to chase her off then.
"You can move on, I don't want this place."_
Joan — 09/17/2021
Joan seems to relax, she believes the macaw. She's not territorial in the same ways the dragons of Penmoor are either, so she turns her head away to start biting at sails and carefully pulling them from their masts.
"I will not move on, but I will not trouble you." she says almost apologetically, her tone taking on a kinder lilt.
She breaks the figurehead from the front of the ship gently once the mast is done, tucking it neatly into the sails as if she's planning on using it like a bag to carry pieces with her.
"You are nomadic?" she asks without looking up, tearing down into the ship tenderly to eye the furniture in the floors below. A dusty old globe is plucked from inside and placed in the sails.
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
Relief flooded through the Macaw and she drummed her claws against the wood, as Jack responded with relaxing. Still, he decided not to make himself known. Just incase.
"Okay." She didn't annoyed or happy with Joan's decision, but instead replied in a resigned voice. As Joan started ripping things apart, she'd watch quietly and turned her head to peer down at the ground below. "Yes, I have been to many places, but this part of the world is home now, until I am needed to move on. Eventually, not sure when. You?"
As Joan gathered stuff, Macaw would inquire on that as well. "Scavenging for home?"
Joan — 09/17/2021
"I do not intend to be nomadic, it seems to simply be how it always has been. This is my home for now, I hope that it will be for a time yet." She coos and carefully lowers herself onto the rocks. He long neck turns this way and that, sticking her head into the hole in the side of the ship.
"I am decorating. But the dead often frequent this resting place... sometimes they wish to come with me." There were no fresh wrecks this month so far, though. And the other souls here could be elusive, and many simply moved on after death.
"What do you decorate your nest with?"
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
"It is nicer that way." As Joan kept making her decorating going, Macaw moved to lay down and tucked her body close as if to become a noodle pile. There was no threat here and she could listen if Jack started making noise, so she could drown it out with random noises.
"Plenty of dead here?" It was spoken a little louder, but still curious. Perhaps it'd be useful. "Hmm, I like feathers and shiny items. I have plenty, but lots of it has been lost over the years. This place will give me new ones. Are you alone? Are there other dragons coming?"
Joan — 09/17/2021
The dragon opens her wings wide to catch the sun after a moment and lazily stretches out before climbing a little lower on the mountain, blissfully unaware of Jack's presence. "Many die when their ships land here. Perhaps it's a matter of luck where you land... I think it's sad." She says more softly as she eases through the wreckages as if swimming among them.
"There are still some shiny items here, I am sure. But the Penmoor dragons get first pick of the new wreckages." she says as she noses through a newer looking wreckage and starts gently pulling the boards off the side to reveal the inner rooms.
"My family are not near. Not all are dragons. What of your family? are there others as bright as you?"
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
She was glad to lounge, even for a moment. "Ah yes, this is true. No bodies though." That was a relief, perhaps. More for any other sort of travelers. "I thought you were from there, I'm glad you won't bring others." With the conversation remaining casual, Jack went back to his own searching.
"I stay with a couple people, but they're also not dragons. Not colorful, no. More drab than anything." Macaw remarked, amused. "I don't know my actual family, I was found as an egg many years ago, and stayed with the person that found me." A shrug followed. "Dragons didn't make themselves known in that world. Too risky."
Joan — 09/17/2021
Joan chuckled, a throaty sound echoing from her as she shook her head side to side. "I was a drab little human once." she muses "But they are often so colorful inside.... their personalities I mean, I do not mean the ... you know" More of her human side seems to slip out in those words, amused, playful. "Are you young?" she asks, given that they are on talk of eggs. She doesn't know this species, it's hard for her to tell.
"Though you say -many- years ago, I expect not." a pause "Where is the person who found you now?" she asks, but then continues plucking away boards. Her head disappears into the ship entirely.
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
jw: "Hmm, they can be. Sometimes, I'm used to the worst of them, but they're atleast....not so closeminded here." Outside a couple, really. Like a certain Captain. "Yes, I know." An amused grin of all those teeth, and a wink followed, just before she scratched at her mane. "No, not actually. Maybe to some here, but not to me. I don't know how to follow the years here, it's all so very messy. I'll just go with 'Old'." It worked.
When she asked where the person who found her was, Macaw waved a scaly hand. "Long gone, so I just follow whoever I please and if it suits me well enough."
Joan — 09/18/2021
”Do you take human form?” she asks perhaps a bit abruptly ”walk into town? That sort of thing” she’s a little muffled by the ship she has her head in.
After a time she backs out carefully with something very small between her teeth held delicately, it glimmers beautifully. The larger dragon carefully begins to approach the macaw and if she’s allowed close enough she will set down a silver plate down in front of her. A shiny gift.
“I am Joan” she says with a warm squint, it’s not a very draconic name to say the least.
Jack Walsh — 09/18/2021
"Yes. I do, I like to change my hair a lot, so it's never the same." Macaw replied, arching her neck back for a brief moment. "I've been in many towns, people don't mind me much. Sort of ignore me, which suits me fine too." When Joan approaches, she lazily whaps her tail against the side of the ship and squints at the item in her mouth.
A gift! She'd stare down her appearance and eventually hold it up with her scaly fingers. "It is nice to meet you, Joan. The person who found me liked to call me Aoife. If I was to have a proper dragon name, it wasn't given to me."
Joan — 09/20/2021
Joan tilts her head and squints in a draconic smile "I cannot change my hair, or I have not learned tae do so yet" A little Scottish lilt escapes her, it's small but noticeable. The gift is received and the other female and Joan trills softly "Aoife is a lovely name. It's nice tae meet you. If you're about town, do you think I would recognize you? Is your hair just as bright and red in human form?" there's a rattle in her throat not unlike a chuckle.
Macaw — 09/20/2021
"If I could teach you, I would. I am sure you have abilities that are unique too." She was certainly curious, but assumed there'd be a time and place for that where they weren't surrounded by other curious dragons. She held the silver plate close, tucked to her chest. "Sometimes. I usually keep it white, the one who found me liked it. She had a certain aesthetic taste." Macaw replied, laying down again to stretch out. "I've considered darker colors, too."
Joan — 09/21/2021
Joan laughed "Maybe you can teach me. I am certain my mate would be surprised to see me come home with ten more feet of hair." she mused and drew slow lines in the dirt beneath her talons. "White? I would not have expected that... like your horns then? I wonder if i could make mine as blue as my scales" she turned her head to idly preen and clean beneath her membranous wings, seeming quite releaxed.
Macaw — 09/21/2021
"Yes, I could do that." Macaw agreed with a nod of her head and she'd pick at one of the boards, intent on making a hole she could peek through. "Yes. I have had many, many years to practice. It has been so very long." She sighed, as if so bothered to hint to her age. So old, a shame. "Blue hair would be very nice, your scales are a very pretty shade. What color is your mate? Will he show up?"
A dragon out in the Valley wasn't so out there, and she had taken refuge atop one of the ships, positioned in a way that she could see everything before it was close enough to be an issue. The hour was late, but the occasional huff of fire helped illuminate the area incase someone wore the right type of clothes for sneaking.
Inside the ship, though, Jack sought out anything useful. Furniture had been a consideration, but he wanted something else. Books, tomes and anything that had even a small trace of magic. If he was lucky, the ship was one not yet checked through.....or one where the raiding groups had avoided due to strange magic.
One could hope, right?
Joan — 09/17/2021
For a beast so big, the quiet with which Joan arrives is unsettling. As she draws near her wings whistle in ghostly choir along the wind before she rather unceremoniously lands.
Her large body strikes the crest of the mountain top and she turns her head to survey the area, her large mass casting enormous shadows down onto the valley floor. The brightly colored female is easy to spot down below and glowing blue eyes snap her way.
The body language of this larger female is hard to read, but it might be aggressive. Tense and unmoving until a low yet loud hiss finally rises from her throat in warning.
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
A new arrival was expected and equally unwanted. The Macaw would stand on all four scaly legs, though her tail slid through a busted window to rattle against the furniture inside. Perhaps a display towards Joan, because she soon turned with a stomping of all four feet to face the larger dragon.
Her long body was stretched out in an obvious display of length and she'd puff herself out like a snake would, antlered head lowered. Joan's warning was met with her own.
Inside, however, Jack took that warning to heart immediately, and sought out a place to avoid detection should said threat wander or fly by. He was quiet, atleast, and didn't have to worry about breathing as a betrayal of his presence.
Joan — 09/17/2021
Joan sees this tiny thing puff up and opens her maw to show her teeth with a bellowing guttural sound that echoes through the valley.
The unmoving thing seems to frustrate her for some reason, the displays are territorial. Perhaps the little dragon might smell the hormones coming from her, not unlike those of a nesting queen. No wonder.
But this macaw is no male, she's calmer than she might have been. Heavy claws grip broken masts as she begins to climb across the many ancient ships as if they are simply boulders. Many of them clatter down the mountainside or sink further down as she goes.
"Why are you here?" the ancient occupied by a much younger soul asks without moving her maw, her eyes flashing with every syllable.
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
The Macaw's open mouth opens up, almost to an unnatural angle. Still, she remains there and inhales sharply through her nose. The smell was curious enough, and she'd make more noise, before sitting completely.
Joan's approach was watched with a wary eye, and she'd slink her tail infront of the entrance Jack had used before. "I am resting, I have traveled far to explore. I'm gone by morning." Or she would be, provided Joan not try to chase her off then.
"You can move on, I don't want this place."_
Joan — 09/17/2021
Joan seems to relax, she believes the macaw. She's not territorial in the same ways the dragons of Penmoor are either, so she turns her head away to start biting at sails and carefully pulling them from their masts.
"I will not move on, but I will not trouble you." she says almost apologetically, her tone taking on a kinder lilt.
She breaks the figurehead from the front of the ship gently once the mast is done, tucking it neatly into the sails as if she's planning on using it like a bag to carry pieces with her.
"You are nomadic?" she asks without looking up, tearing down into the ship tenderly to eye the furniture in the floors below. A dusty old globe is plucked from inside and placed in the sails.
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
Relief flooded through the Macaw and she drummed her claws against the wood, as Jack responded with relaxing. Still, he decided not to make himself known. Just incase.
"Okay." She didn't annoyed or happy with Joan's decision, but instead replied in a resigned voice. As Joan started ripping things apart, she'd watch quietly and turned her head to peer down at the ground below. "Yes, I have been to many places, but this part of the world is home now, until I am needed to move on. Eventually, not sure when. You?"
As Joan gathered stuff, Macaw would inquire on that as well. "Scavenging for home?"
Joan — 09/17/2021
"I do not intend to be nomadic, it seems to simply be how it always has been. This is my home for now, I hope that it will be for a time yet." She coos and carefully lowers herself onto the rocks. He long neck turns this way and that, sticking her head into the hole in the side of the ship.
"I am decorating. But the dead often frequent this resting place... sometimes they wish to come with me." There were no fresh wrecks this month so far, though. And the other souls here could be elusive, and many simply moved on after death.
"What do you decorate your nest with?"
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
"It is nicer that way." As Joan kept making her decorating going, Macaw moved to lay down and tucked her body close as if to become a noodle pile. There was no threat here and she could listen if Jack started making noise, so she could drown it out with random noises.
"Plenty of dead here?" It was spoken a little louder, but still curious. Perhaps it'd be useful. "Hmm, I like feathers and shiny items. I have plenty, but lots of it has been lost over the years. This place will give me new ones. Are you alone? Are there other dragons coming?"
Joan — 09/17/2021
The dragon opens her wings wide to catch the sun after a moment and lazily stretches out before climbing a little lower on the mountain, blissfully unaware of Jack's presence. "Many die when their ships land here. Perhaps it's a matter of luck where you land... I think it's sad." She says more softly as she eases through the wreckages as if swimming among them.
"There are still some shiny items here, I am sure. But the Penmoor dragons get first pick of the new wreckages." she says as she noses through a newer looking wreckage and starts gently pulling the boards off the side to reveal the inner rooms.
"My family are not near. Not all are dragons. What of your family? are there others as bright as you?"
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
She was glad to lounge, even for a moment. "Ah yes, this is true. No bodies though." That was a relief, perhaps. More for any other sort of travelers. "I thought you were from there, I'm glad you won't bring others." With the conversation remaining casual, Jack went back to his own searching.
"I stay with a couple people, but they're also not dragons. Not colorful, no. More drab than anything." Macaw remarked, amused. "I don't know my actual family, I was found as an egg many years ago, and stayed with the person that found me." A shrug followed. "Dragons didn't make themselves known in that world. Too risky."
Joan — 09/17/2021
Joan chuckled, a throaty sound echoing from her as she shook her head side to side. "I was a drab little human once." she muses "But they are often so colorful inside.... their personalities I mean, I do not mean the ... you know" More of her human side seems to slip out in those words, amused, playful. "Are you young?" she asks, given that they are on talk of eggs. She doesn't know this species, it's hard for her to tell.
"Though you say -many- years ago, I expect not." a pause "Where is the person who found you now?" she asks, but then continues plucking away boards. Her head disappears into the ship entirely.
Jack Walsh — 09/17/2021
jw: "Hmm, they can be. Sometimes, I'm used to the worst of them, but they're atleast....not so closeminded here." Outside a couple, really. Like a certain Captain. "Yes, I know." An amused grin of all those teeth, and a wink followed, just before she scratched at her mane. "No, not actually. Maybe to some here, but not to me. I don't know how to follow the years here, it's all so very messy. I'll just go with 'Old'." It worked.
When she asked where the person who found her was, Macaw waved a scaly hand. "Long gone, so I just follow whoever I please and if it suits me well enough."
Joan — 09/18/2021
”Do you take human form?” she asks perhaps a bit abruptly ”walk into town? That sort of thing” she’s a little muffled by the ship she has her head in.
After a time she backs out carefully with something very small between her teeth held delicately, it glimmers beautifully. The larger dragon carefully begins to approach the macaw and if she’s allowed close enough she will set down a silver plate down in front of her. A shiny gift.
“I am Joan” she says with a warm squint, it’s not a very draconic name to say the least.
Jack Walsh — 09/18/2021
"Yes. I do, I like to change my hair a lot, so it's never the same." Macaw replied, arching her neck back for a brief moment. "I've been in many towns, people don't mind me much. Sort of ignore me, which suits me fine too." When Joan approaches, she lazily whaps her tail against the side of the ship and squints at the item in her mouth.
A gift! She'd stare down her appearance and eventually hold it up with her scaly fingers. "It is nice to meet you, Joan. The person who found me liked to call me Aoife. If I was to have a proper dragon name, it wasn't given to me."
Joan — 09/20/2021
Joan tilts her head and squints in a draconic smile "I cannot change my hair, or I have not learned tae do so yet" A little Scottish lilt escapes her, it's small but noticeable. The gift is received and the other female and Joan trills softly "Aoife is a lovely name. It's nice tae meet you. If you're about town, do you think I would recognize you? Is your hair just as bright and red in human form?" there's a rattle in her throat not unlike a chuckle.
Macaw — 09/20/2021
"If I could teach you, I would. I am sure you have abilities that are unique too." She was certainly curious, but assumed there'd be a time and place for that where they weren't surrounded by other curious dragons. She held the silver plate close, tucked to her chest. "Sometimes. I usually keep it white, the one who found me liked it. She had a certain aesthetic taste." Macaw replied, laying down again to stretch out. "I've considered darker colors, too."
Joan — 09/21/2021
Joan laughed "Maybe you can teach me. I am certain my mate would be surprised to see me come home with ten more feet of hair." she mused and drew slow lines in the dirt beneath her talons. "White? I would not have expected that... like your horns then? I wonder if i could make mine as blue as my scales" she turned her head to idly preen and clean beneath her membranous wings, seeming quite releaxed.
Macaw — 09/21/2021
"Yes, I could do that." Macaw agreed with a nod of her head and she'd pick at one of the boards, intent on making a hole she could peek through. "Yes. I have had many, many years to practice. It has been so very long." She sighed, as if so bothered to hint to her age. So old, a shame. "Blue hair would be very nice, your scales are a very pretty shade. What color is your mate? Will he show up?"
