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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 6:41 pm
Ancalagon was investigating. She wasn't expected to start classes for another day, since she'd arrived over a weekend. In her pinned form, small and weaker and distinctly unable to be smaller-- well. She didn't like it that much. Not that much at all.
It made her restless deep insider her bones. Plus, her lack of wings in this form were even worse.
So, to curb her appetite for destruction, Ancalagon slunk through the halls, occasionally dropping to all fours, tail in the air, skull helmet pulled down, and she hissed at anyone who came close. It was a good thing she went to a school for like minded and bodied individuals, because no one really thought it to be that strange.
Slinking through the various dorms, the Wyrm had gotten herself lost. It smelled unfamiliar, and looked just as much. She tried a number of doors, jiggling the doorknobs at random with frustration. All of them were locked, so far. She wanted to investigate the living spaces, if that's what these were, and--
Oh.
She hissed in joy, because there was a door and it was open, just a smidge. Pushing it open with a claw, Ancalagon crept in, keeping low to the ground, tail swishing behind her. Keen eyes looked around for something shiny, some treasure to improve the decoration around her new lair.
She spied something up on a surface, and slowly, Ancalagon raised her clawed hand to grab it----
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 6:52 pm
Someone, or something, returned to the room as Ala crept in. A Dream Dust Foxfire leapt onto the table that the new student was looking at, taking the shiny new badge that had been sitting on its surface.
FooFoo growled at the ghoul, fluffy fur puffing out angrily. This was his shiny. Only it really...
"FOOFOO! WHEN I GET MY HAND SON Y---..." A tall, pale skinned reaper with a long ponytail ran in behind them, skidding to a halt as his spurs clinked in turn. "Uuuuh... who.. what.."
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 7:09 pm
Ancalagon peered upwards at the minipet, her slitted pupils widening at the prospect of prey.
Talk about a good day: first something sparkling that had caught her eye, and then a tasty little morsel of food.
At the stranger's words, Ala merely swished her tail, the bone plates along her back clinking lightly with the movement. She inched closer to the tasty looking minipet, grin widening into something full of sharp fangs and a forked tongue.
"Greetingssss," she hissed, reaching a hand out so carefully. "But I am bussssy, right now." Maybe, if she tried hard enough, the Wyrm could get both. "I'm trying to eat, you ssssee."
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 7:15 pm
"Eat...?" Had he left food out? Gosh, if she was hungry she.....could...
FooFoo whined.
Mot gasped.
"NO you can't!!!!!!" The reaper leapt onto the table and held FooFoo close to his chest before rolling down to the ground with a loud thud. The lanky boil skittered to his feet and backed away further into the room.
"He's my pet!! He's FooFoo!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 7:20 pm
The look the draconian ghoul gave the reaper was absolute bafflement.
She squinted as he clutched the food as if he would embrace a...a scareling, something precious. How strange.
Cocking her head, Ancalagon sounded out the word "pet" a few times, pointing at this so called...FooFoo.
"It issss food," she repeated, gesturing at the ball of fluff. "Tastessss like marsssshmallowssss."
The Wyrm sat back on her haunches, and not so discreetly looked around for the shiny. Where had it gotten to? Had the tiny food eaten it?
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 2:33 am
Horror was the best way to describe Mot's expression. No! FooFoo as not food! This ghoul was bad! Bad, bad ghoul! He held FooFoo tighter, the little ball of fluff shivering at the hungry gaze that had befallen it earlier.
"J-just what makes you think it is okay to come into someone's dorm room without permission and eat their pets?" He asked uncertainly, the shiny badge still tightly gripped in FooFoo's maw.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 1:12 pm
She smiled serenely at the tall boil, derinking in his terrified expression, languidly blinking amber eyes.
"The door wassss open," Ala replied simply, clearly not understanding what the problem was. "Wassss checking for treassssure."
With a swish of her tail, Ancalagon stood. In this smaller shape, the Wyrm only came up to about Mot's chest. She frowned-- this slighter form was misleading.
As he spoke, the ghoul clicked her clawed toes against the floor impatiently. "Why not?" It was genuine confusion that was shining through in her voice. "Pet, ssssnack. All the ssssame."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 7:28 pm
"It was open because I forgot to close it! See, FooFoo has a bad habit of stealing things that do not belong to him.. kind of like you..." He muttered with a narrow gaze. "I was yelling at him, and he ran, and I followed and..."
"No!" He said stubbornly. "Jerky is a snack! FooFoo is my friend!" Mot clung tighter to FooFoo, his soft fur nuzzled under Mot's chin. "You clearly need to not eat a minipet for one whole day, to appreciate their company!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 7:54 pm
"Open meanssss I can explore," Ala replied decisively, waving a clawed hand as if that settled the score.
But then Mot tried to tell her to spend time with minipets, and she threw back her bone-helmed head and laughed.
"Boil," Ancalagon crooned, circling around Mot as if he were the tasty treat for eating. "I sssspent one hundred and fifty yearssss with them! Can appreciate, but. They are for eating. Eassssy, like math. One and one, equalssss two."
She leaned in close to Mot, eyes brimming with amusement, laying a hand on his arm. "Not even one tasssste?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 8:19 pm
Mot seemed to feel a very strong chill run up his back at her leering stare, hairs standing on end, his grip on the wiggling foxfire tighter. She was circling him like prey. He now had the feels of a certain foxfire.
"Gosh, you are old---uuh... well... Yes, you are old." Mot suddenly felt like a whipper snapper. Reaper problems.
"NO! Not a lick, sniff or suckle of this foxfire!" He insisted with a huff, leaning away as far as he could.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 12:35 pm
"Wyrmssss live for a long time." She shrugged. It wasn't so impressive when about half of that time was spent trying to figure out how her body worked, but there was no reason this boil had to know that: it was bad enough her hissing was uncontrollable.
At long last, she sighed, placing clawed hands on her hips, cheeks puffed out in irritation. "Assss you wissssh," Ancalagon acquiesced, not bothering to hide the irritation in her voice.
She slunk around the boil one more time, tail swaying.
"I," the ghoul said, "am called Ancalagon."
Might as well introduce herself. Glowing orange eyes darted around the room for a bright bauble to run off with, since the food looked like it was going to hold onto its treasure rather tightly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 2:16 pm
The room was near void of personal affects. The once abundant array of cowboil accessories were boxed for now. A hat adorned a bedpost, and the drapes and blankets were very much cowboil themes in its prints and style. Gun cleaning equipment, and wood carving tools were scattered across a work desk.
"Um.. My name is Mot. It's a.. uh.. pleasure to meet you?" He was being polite. His impression of the ghoul was not all that great. "Maybe you shouldn't be walking into a room uninvited though..... uh.. are you looking for something?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 5:15 pm
Ancalagon hissed to herself, because there was nothing good to add to her own stash of treasure.
"Mot," the Wyrm repeated, over-enunciating the M and the T sounds in her mouth. "Ssssmall name."
As Mot suggested proper behavior to the dragon, she merely poked at his side with a pointy claw. "Needed more ssshiniessss."
She scrunched up her face. "Why protective over a room with...nothing? No treassssure to protect. No younglingssss. Why can't I look?"
Clearly, the concept of 'this isn't yours, you can't have it' was completely foreign to the ghoul.
"If I want," Ala crooned, grinning ferociously. "I take."
And then she flopped onto Mot's bed, rubbing her tail spines against the covers like a content canine.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 8:25 am
Small name? Wh-what was wrong with his name!? Mot seemed to deflate. Why was he being put down in his own room? He winced as he was poked, so little cushioning on his bony body to shield him from the pain. And now look a her! Rubbing her pointy self all over his bedding!
"My room isn't nothing! I just.. I have treasures! Lots of them. I just.. don't...--Hey! You.. stop...ugh.." Mot deflated some more, letting FooFoo out of his grasp, who was quick to hide in the bathroom closet with Cat.
He wasn't sure how to talk to someone like this. "Just how long do you plan to lay about? Don't you have class or something? Why are you even in the Reaper dorms anyway?"
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