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The dragon's eyes narrowed, his tail twitching like an angry cat. He was being watched, he did not need to turn to see the odd ghoul to feel her eyes staring at him. He did not like it, did not like it at all, it made him uneasy and suspicious. Why in jack's name was she -staring- at him?

At last he turned, his arms crossed, a brow raised as he gazed at the ghoul, his tail still twitching to show his displeasure. And yet she still stared at him.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

There was a bite in his tone, as if he really wanted to say 'what do you want?'.

Sheridan snorted, a snap of his tail showing he did not especially care for the comment. Sparkly? Sparkly?! Who are you calling sparkly? He was not sparkly! He was starry! Hmph!

"And you're very short. Why are you staring at me?"

There was a hint of irritation in his voice, though his words were not mean. The dragon was generally a kind-hearted creature, though bold and increasingly outspoken, but he did not like the way that ghoul was staring at him. It made him uncomfortable, as if there was something he should know but he did not know what. Maybe it was nothing, maybe she was just weird, but he could not help that increased sense of suspicion that recent events had brought out in him.

Sparkly, hmph!

There was a very definite snort!, a clear narrowing of his eyes. Fluffy? Had that weird little ghoul really just called him...fluffy? Cats were fluffy, foxfires were fluffy, dragons were not fluffy! Okay, so he did have long hair (a poofy mane), a tufted tail, and soft luxurious fur, BUT THAT DID NOT MAKE HIM FLUFFY!

"Really, and just where are you from?"

Danger! DANGER WILL ROBBINSON BEFORE!

He was now giving her a very suspicious look, he wasn't so sure he trusted her. Or maybe he was just weirded out by her. One would think that any student (as this ghoul seemed to be), new or otherwise, would have encountered several different types of halloween citizens, then again, maybe it she had been sheltered all her life...

Hmm....

Sheridan's glare only deepened, the twitch of his tail like an angry cat, perhaps the faintest hint of a growl rumbling in his throat. He was quickly coming to the conclusion that he did not like this ghoul and at that moment he was really wishing she'd go bother someone else.

"First, I am not fluffy, nor am I sparkly."

He was losing his patience it seemed. The way she talked, the way she was -still- staring at him, it made him uneasy and put him on edge, making him more irritable that he normally would have been. Beyond that, there was something else that was bothering him, though what he did not know. A shake of his head, she was just being annoying, that was all, right?

"Second, I am late to meet a friend, so if there was something you wanted..."

...make it quick.

It was only partially a lie, he had been on his way to find Tess.

It was lucky for the ghoul that Sheridan was not aware of such thoughts or intentions. He would NOT have appreciated the idea of anyone considering any part of him as something wearable. In fact had he known, he would have been quick to show the ghoul his fierceness, a fierceness that was normally reserved for hunters. The ghoul may have found herself eaten! A small matter it would have been, she was very short, and in his natural form, Sheridan now reached over 50 feet in length.

"I am a dragon."

It was a statement of fact, a hint of his fangs showing as he spoke the words. His tone left no room for debate or deviation. A dragon was a dragon, a dragon was not sparkly or fluffy or whatever other words were buzzing around in her tiny head.

He watched her for a moment, his eyes narrowed, then snorted, turned, and took several steps away from the ghoul, hopefully in the opposite direction she was intending to go herself. He really did not like the way she was staring at him...

The dragon's mouth curled in a snarl, a menacing growl and a glare that should have left no doubt that he had had quite enough of the odd little ghoul and her staring.

"What do you want?"

The lash of his tail should have been a warning, it was the same lash of a cat that is mere seconds from sinking its fangs into your hand if you don't stop touching it RIGHT NOW. Not that Sheridan was one for biting, but ice and fire, that may have been another matter entirely. Hmm, he wondered just how many questions the ghoul would have if she was frozen in a giant block of plasma ice.

Either way, he was still moving away. Another time, another person, he may have answered questions, but he was not inclined to share his secrets with strangers. Especially not weird little strangers who kept STARING AT HIM like he was some...well he didn't know what, but he didn't like it!

"And what sort of answers would you be looking for?"

The bite in his voice said 'get to the point!', the snap of his tail showing his impatience. He was tired of this game, truth be told he had been tired of the game from the moment it had started. What the jack was wrong with this ghoul anyway? Couldn't she get a hint? STOP FOLLOWING ME!

Maybe if he fond out what she actually wanted he could get rid of her and she'd stop that creepy staring that she was doing.