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Runaway Dragon

Winging through the sky, a black dragon would normally look feirce and dominant but this particular black dragon was flying perhaps a bit too fast...something almost desperate in his flight as if running away from something. But what would a dragon, one as proud and defiant as Keir try to get away from? Upon his proud face lay several small gashes, nothing serious, not even deep...in fact the wound barely even bled. As if something had ruffled his scales the black was flying erratically and in no particular direction. That soon changed as he spotted the home that belonged to ...Geia...and his dumb frost dragon. Snorting he was about to fly past when he recalled another dragon that also inhabited this place a certain spit-fire of a wyvern named Baroness. Now perhaps it was his pride was hurt...or he actually longed for companionship (the latter seeming far less likely), but he soon found himself winging down towards the home and settling in the back yard. Hackles raised his head dropped low as if anticipating an attack. Knowing that Wyvern he could never be too careful.

Lounging on the deck that she had long ago claimed as her own the wyvern's eyes slid open when she heard the sound of wing beats, scented the very last dragon in the world she was expecting, and then have a little snorting sound as she pushed up onto her back legs to turned her golden eyes over toward where he stood. What in the seven levels of Hell was he doing here? Surely he knew nothing, nobody did, right? Another snort escaped from her as she mentally reassured herself that there was nothing to worry about, that one was as oblivious as anything. Likely he was here because he wanted a fight or another go... the former of which being far more likely. Giving a flap of her strong wings he jumped off the deck and moved forward toward the black dragon, tail lashing, "Keir, long time no see." She said in a tone that wasn't exactly friendly... but then again when was she ever friendly? Deciding to herself silently that Keir really was a man in the way that he disappeared after getting what he wanted she approached him. It wasn't that she minded too much since it had given her time to deal with her... problem.

The black dragon had scented Baroness and though being male it raised some hopes at another encounter last the last time his mind was on the other hand too preoccupied. Still her sudden appearance caused him to raise his head, eyes glaring at her accusingly even though there was nothing to accuse her with. Even if the wounds were small they would be noticeable to a dragon...marred up scales were like a neon sign of a scuffle. A small growl or grunt escaped past his nostrils as he regarded her and then swinging his head to stare at shrubbery as if he was ignoring the fact it had been HIS decision to come down here. "Yes...a long time. Why were you hoping for another go?" He snorted trying to sound smug..but coming off as...disturbed by what he was saying. Tossing his head he paced slightly on the spot as if he couldn't stand still. Tail lashing he unfolded his wings..and refolded them unfold refold...as if he couldn't decide if leaving was the better option. Finally they refolded settling on the black's back as he finally turned his head to stare at Baroness. Something seemed different about her..not that he could pin point why. "What exactly is the purpose of our ...predicament?" He demanded suddenly and rather..curiously phrased for though he meant being partnered with humanoid children it could be taken many different ways. "What is the purpose of us being paired?" He snapped again.

The wyvern's lashing tail for a moment froze before it crashed into the ground and a little, threatening sound escaped from her, "Another go? Not at the moment I don't." While Keir was what one would want in a mate, he was powerful, dangerous, intimidating, and capable of breeding, she still didn't want anything to do with him at the moment. She would blame everything that had occurred back then on him and take no responsibility herself, "Let us hope that isn't why you are here, Keir, I would hate to have to hand you your a** and send you so quickly on your way." Though it would seem that she wasn't really the first one to get at him today, was she? She was it he was scuffling with? Best not be some other scaly b***h or she might have to tear that dragoness's throat out after she was done with Keir she thought to herself in a manner that went against her earlier desires to be rid of this one. Damn it, stupid mixed up thoughts she thought to herself, then jerked her head over at him.

"What predicament?" She demanded, then blinked when he continued on and asked of the purpose of them being paired... and got a feeling it wasn't the two of them that the black was talking about, "Ahhh, yes... that. Hell if I know, stupid humans thinking they can actually tame us. Something I think is impossible aside from stupid ones like Vorel or the submissive ones like Hinder." She said, shrugging before laying down, tail lashing, "Why? Don't tell me it was your queer newt that scuffed you up." She was just teasing him, never thinking for an instant that it might even be a possibility.

The dragon snarled a bit rolling his shoulders, muscles bunching and clenching...it was evident that he was beyond antsy and his head snapped at the word 'queer newt' he snarled slightly before he batted at the ground..or rather gouged the ground with his claws. "We fought.." The black stated avoiding looking at Baroness's gaze for a moment staring at the claw marks he left in the dirt. "He..has learned well my lessons ...but ..." He went silent for a moment before he tilted his head looking to Baroness as if trying to figure if she was worth speaking with. Would she actually take him seriously? Or be just irritating though part of that was what was attractive to him. Her wit. "Have you ever harmed your partner?" He inquired on a quieter and more serious tone a low growl in his throat as if threatening her to answer truthfully.

The wyvern looked a little surprised when it seemed that her joking guess had actually been the right one, "You fought?" She asked, tail swishing behind her in a thoughtful manner, wondering if the black dragon had made quick work of his partner, teaching him his place... but it would seem not, he said that the newt had learned his lessons well. Did that mean that he had survived? Interesting, perhaps the black wasn't as strong as she had always figured he was? He then asked her if she had ever hurt her partner and she started to chuckle, "Hurt, Ter? Why would I? He's never done anything to piss me off... though were he to do so I see no reason to hesitate in sinking my teeth into that arrogant little a**." She liked her partner well enough, they worked well together, and he wasn't an embarrassment. He was someone that she could get along with and knew his place, "So, did he what did he do to deserve your wrath?" She was quite interested now, hoping that it was a good story filled with gruesome details... did the newt lose another arm? How amusing would that be, to lose the arm again to the son of the one who tried to eat him the first time, how wonderful would that be?

Keir looked surprised and irritated at her response...so she would make short work of her partner would she? "I see.." He mused out loud before finally beginning to relax a bit, some part of him wondered how much of what she spoke was bluffing. "Then I suppose you wouldn't mind if I took a chunk out of your boy.." Keir was being droll trying to spark a response from her, if she was nonchalant about it then perhaps she was being serious about putting Ter in his place. "I've done a lot of thinking since the dragons had rebelled...I was young then..and leapt into action without thinking. ..I protected Chath..for I wasn't going to let anyone but me hurt him I wanted to prove myself stronger than ...her." He looked away shaking his head slightly at the lingering foul taste on his tongue. "That boy sure did taste mighty horrendous..." He muttered sticking his tongue out a couple times as if air would manage to rid him of that flavor it was a couple moments before he continued, "But the more I think on it the more I wonder ...what my purpose was being here..with..this boy. I've tried to toughen him up..if I have to be with him he at least could be less of an embarrassment. What keeps you with your boy? Surely we could leave at anytime...just like those other dragons did."

Baroness listened to what he was saying, finding it to be rather interesting as he went on about his thoughts and feelings... this was strange, here she didn't even think that one had any feelings other then angry. To think that he had such deep thoughts to him, it was quite interesting... though she also had to look around for a moment to see if perhaps Hell was freezing over or something. Never did she think she would be playing the part of the listening ear to Keir of all creatures... really the only one she listened to when it came to such babble was Maria and she really had no idea why she did. Likely due to the fact that she looked somewhat similar to Ter in color and the fact that she had scales... that thought was forgotten when Keir commented on how his boy tasted before making faces over it, "Did you eat him then?" She asked, "Ha! I bet that stupid, girly boy owl would cry then, how delightful." Her tail wagged at the thought, heavily influenced in her thoughts of Geia by Ter and her thoughts often reflected that.

Keir continued on, saying he didn't know what his purpose was, that he tried to toughen up his boy, to try to make him less of an embarrassment, and wondered if his commenting on it meant that perhaps he felt he failed, "Well it seems you were able to toughen him up if he was able to scuff your scales up even a bit." She said offhandedly, seeming to have complimented him a touch without meaning to. She could only hope it didn't give him a bigger ego, she would have to have to rid him of it. At the question posed to her the wyvern's maw pulled back into a toothy smirk, "What keeps me with him? A mutual love of vandalism and violence, do you know how much fun it is to go around kicking over mail boxes at night? Hilarious." She said with a laugh, only growing a little more serious when he commented on them leaving as the other dragons had, "Huh... leaving, huh? I did for a while, it was strangely... lonely when I was out and about on my own. Not that you can spread that around, I'd deny it... or just kill you to keep you from telling anyone." She told him in a matter of fact manner, not wanting anyone to know that she had missed Ter while she was off getting rid of her unwanted eggs.

Snorting the dragon shook his head, "No...though I may of damaged his newly grown arm...that boy is resilient if..nothing else." Resilient and stubborn...actually the more that he thought on it Chath was nearly as stubborn as he was in some cases. He pondered on what Baroness said about how she had similar interests with her boy. So..why did he stay with Chath? He certainly had no love interest in Vorel...the sheer thought made him sick to his stomach..though that could of been the poison from Chath's skin....maybe both. "I do not share similar interests like my boy...so I am not sure why i say with him...perhaps ..like you ..some part of me does not wish to be alone. " He mused, it seemed almost surreal that these two dragons were having a 'heart to heart; conversation...tell that to anyone and no one would believe it. "Hmm...true...he did..manage that.." Though he couldn't exactly look at the wound on his snout his hand came up and brushed it lightly..it wasn't much..but considering that Chath was bare handed...

"What..will you do if your boy changes? As much as I enjoy causing chaos and destruction..even I know humans have rules...though I doubt many of their pathetic law enforcements would try to tangle with a poisonous boy and his rather impressive dragon." Keir slipped the compliment in..perhaps noting her small encouragement about Chath..or perhaps he was trying to turn her on who knew but him. "I myself ...may have to leave Chath. I doubt he'd trust me after nearly taking his arm off...."

Baroness gave a thoughtful sound in her throat. What would she do if Ter changed? She couldn't really say, "I suppose we will see when and if that time goes, I can hope that with the one he is courting, someone who is a terrible influence on him, that he won't change." Wouldn't that be nice? She made a bit of a face, "But given how dumb they both are they might end up with little spawn... how horrible would have be.. little half snake half... whatever that girl is, some sort of bug." She muttered, tossing her head from side to side trying to clear the mental image of such a mutant from her thoughts and looked back over at the black dragon when he mentioned that he might have to leave Chath, that he doubted that the boy would trust him anymore after nearly taking off his arm, "Wow... like mother like son." She murmured to herself, doing her best to keep amusement from her tone, not wanting to piss him off at the moment since things seemed to be quite calm at the moment. Strange given that normally they were at each others throats. This was... a new sort of experience... and one she was likely to get bored with soon enough.

The wyvern's form gave a little twitch, she sniffed at the air, then turned slowly to look behind them... odd, she'd swear that she had just scented that damn owl... but she didn't see him anywhere. A bonus since she was sure that he would likely flip out if he heard that his little boy toy was missing an arm... or at least almost missing one. Turning back to look at Keir again she couldn't shake the feeling that the owl was nearby. Likely just paranoia the wyvern thought to herself, unable to keep her tail from lashing.

Cocking his head he also tried to imagine such a pairing as he knew the pair..(how could he being the girl was his own boy's ..'sister' or sorts) the idea of them having spawns of their own was a scary thought. "yes..a bug of sorts...she is." He continued a bit distractedly as he noticed how Baroness tensed, given how often he scented Geia on Chath he also stiffened some what not liking the idea of the owl boy listening in on their conversation considering how often he was in a rage and not ..being calm and contemplative like he was now. Shifting his weight Keir took a step forward to Baroness eying her somewhat. "Heh..I think all blacks have part of their mothers rage...its in our black..." He murmured before he came a bit closer looking at her a moment before he came almost nose to nose with her. "I think I will be leaving now...I've overstayed my welcome..and don't want to cause you any more trouble." It seems odd..to hear such words from Keir thoughtful ones at that. Lingering a moment only to turn away and shake his head. "If you had been a black...you'd be mine." He commented as he then took a running leapt into the air. Wings beating frantically to gain altitude as he began to fly off...to where he wasn't sure just yet.

Baroness gave a bit of a snort, "As though you can cause me anymore trouble then you already have." She said, finding that to be a rather honest answer since he was in fact the reason behind her being caught in quite a horrible situation not too terribly long ago. As he dared to tell her that if she had been of his kind that she would have been his she gave a bit of a smirk, "Is that so? Perhaps you're right if I were a black I might be yours, but since I am not you could never keep me." She told him, watching as the dragon took off into the air and flew away from her. She found it to be a bit of a shame that he was heading out so quickly, especially since she had no idea if she would see him again given his talk about leaving on his own and being unable to go back to Chath, "What a shame." She said, giving a shrug before returning to her deck.

Over head, kneeling on the roof of the house Geia went over what he'd heard before he took to the air to head for Chath's place, best that he go and check on him, to see if Keir were being truthful or if he were exaggerating... he really hoped that it was the latter, not wanting to see poor Chath down an arm again. Just the mere idea that he might be hurt as bad as that again made him want nothing more then to run to him... as well as kick Keir in his scaly backside, the second thing being something that would have to wait for now. Chath's safety came first.