TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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draco | dragonheart | seelie

[merelychewed]

i. a hilltop pretty much anywhere, anywhere at all

[ Okay, so Seelie are supposed to be honorable, sure, sure, but do they really need to be honorable when sheep are involved? Draco thinks not, because as a hungry dragon, he is very qualified to claim that it's better to lose a few sheep than, say, a few farmers (not that he ever had a taste for, well, people, but still). So, there we have it, a dragon has swooped down to relieve a field of one of its many wooly denizens and has landed on a hilltop to make a messy midday snack of it.

It's unfortunately close to the road, too, but, hey, he's a dragon. He imagines people with swords and shiny armor might bother him, but flying away is a pretty easy option, you know? ]

ii. wildcard

[ he can be just about anywhere, so hit me with your best shot ]

i.

[knockedaboutthehead]

[he knows it isn't iskierka, but nonetheless granby can't help the way his heart leaps when he catches sight of the shape swooping overhead. it doesn't take long afterwards to track the dragon down, but even after reaching the hillside, granby stays a respectable distance back. of course, what was a respectable distance for him might still be seen as near suicidally close by a non-aviator. but to granby it was the closest he could come to both satisfying his curiosity and remaining safe. after all, the place's dragons did tend to vary wildly.]

[merelychewed]

[ Draco is by no means near the size of most dragons Granby may be familiar with and most certainly no kazilik, but still very obviously a dragon. He's enjoying his meal in relative peace up until he notices the man, the one wisely keeping his distance, but watching him nonetheless. His chewing slows some as he watches Granby right back, yellow eyes narrowing, trying to judge what he might be up to. He can't possibly be the farmer, nor some brash knight, but then what?

He finishes what he was in his toothy maw and finally calls out, voice booming across the hills in the average dragon fashion. ]

You there! Did no one ever tell you that it's not polite to stare?

[knockedaboutthehead]

[The fact that the dragon's first reaction is speech is a good sign. The fact that he has made no immediate move to have Granby as the second course of his dinner is also a good sign. Being boomed at and talked down to by a dragon is remarkably familiar and comforting in an odd way. He begins to make his way closer, still on his guard, but not overly so. It seems more polite than anything else.]

Many times as a lad, yet apparently it did me little good. Dragons here are scarce and vary greatly, and so I must adjust my manner accordingly.

[He has stopped at a non-threatening distance. Non-threatening presumably to the dragon and also out of apparent lunging/snapping/possibly firebreathing range which is good enough for him.]

[merelychewed]

[ The joke's on him, there's no real way to be out of firebreathing range and still be close enough to speak directly. Not that it should come to that. The man doesn't run away screaming, which is a similarly good sign as Draco speaking first is. No swords being drawn is an equally good sign.

Though he'll still snort, nose wrinkling some. ]

Scarce as in all but gone forever, you mean, save the one of this land the Seelie do keep. [ Which is not himself. Suggesting anyone keeps him at all would be a poor life choice. ] So poor manners. Poor sense, too. Do you normally walk up and watch giant meat-eating beasts?

Dracoooooooooooo <33.... also i. c:

[aslandish]

[ Draco definitely has the right idea.

Though Aslan generally does 'eat' in the tradition sense, there is something a bit more satisfying about chasing down your meal instead of taking it from a table.

A lion is likely an odd sight 'just passing by', but then a dragon is, too. Aslan, for his own part, seems bemused despite himself. No judgement here for swiping those fat sheep. ]

Is it to your liking?

Aslaaaaan /o/

[merelychewed]

[ Most tables aren't suitable for either of them, to be honest. They're very... breakable. ]

Hmm? [ Draco pulls his head up from the sheep he's tearing into, blood smeared across his scales. Even though this is normal for how he eats, it's always a little embarrassing to be caught with a snout full of gore and fluff. ] Ah.

[ A talking lion. Of course, sure, that seems to fit this place. ]

Of course. A sheep tastes like any other sheep, so I hardly expected it to not be.

Re: Aslaaaaan /o/

[aslandish]

[ They are rather breakable, aren't they? Also not made for those individuals who possess claws instead of fingers. Rather rude, that.

There's no need to be embarrassed, though, Draco. It's not like you're talking to a human or anything. He's pretty chill most of the time. ]

I had wondered. This world is curious yet not so different from whence I came.

[ Magic. Dragons. Visitors from other worlds. Etc, etc. ]

[merelychewed]

More magic than mine, that's for sure.

[ And that's said with some measure of irritation. Magic this, magic that, magic, magic, magic. He may technically be magical simply by existence, but that doesn't mean he cares for it! ]

But if the sheep taste the same, I am glad for it, even though I may try something more unique if the chance happens by.

i. Preemptive apology for this.

[stickanarrowinureye]

[DRAGON.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.

Okay, but maybe not on her own. She's not stupid. Still. Have a small elf stalking you, arrow notched and ready to fire.]

oh sera

[merelychewed]

[ And here he was, just trying to have a nice lunch...

Draco's old, cranky, and, after having spent years of being jumped by would-be dragonslayers, incredibly paranoid. She almost gets by without being noticed, stalking up on him the way she is, but at some point he stops tearing into the sheep and holds very still, listening. The urge to lash out towards whatever is after him is strong, but, even paranoid, he's still not mindlessly violent.

When he's done listening, he'll slowly turn his head so one great yellow eye is looking in Sera's general direction, a growl giving his warning a rumbling preamble of sorts. ]

I would advise against doing whatever foolish thing you are planning to do. It will not end well.

[ To... whoever is out there, this one and only chance to rethink whatever it is they're up to. ]

>:3

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Way. To. Ruin. It.]

What?! No. No, you're not supposed to talk with words. You're supposed to growl and be scary. Fire and phwoaaar. No. Just. Shut it! And I'll stick you.

[She meant "or" not and. Probably.]

[merelychewed]

[ Oh yes, he's a great big pile of no fun when it comes to being shot at. ]

I-- [ What? It takes a second or three to even parse what's being said here, then he does much more than simply turning his head to side-eye her, he sits up and twists so he's looking at her square on, brow furrowed. ] What? Dragons do not phwoar.

[ Did she mean roar or...??? Whatever, he'll be offended for the sake of all dragonkind just in case.]

Nothing at all makes a sound that ridiculous!

[ He doesn't seem too worried about the 'stick you' part. No, no, let's focus on the funny noises here instead. ]

i.

[valiantabsurdity]

[ Excuse a traditional prince, sir, but you are most terrifying, large, and - for all this may seem forward for a first encounter - your scaly hide is particularly attractive.

Lir has heard of these mythical beasts before. Legend has it, they start strategically perched on the top a gold mountain, and end up on the pointy end of your sword. At some point, the hero makes a few appropriately feral noises (which Lir finds inappropriate, if traditional), the dragon burns down half the scenery, and the day is saved, thanks to the magical help decidedly not at hand.

Actually, all Lir has on hand right now are one rather thin sword and the distinct ability to stare dazedly from a few steps away. ]

I think I'm meant to slay you.

[ Mind, he doesn't sound especially sure. l

[merelychewed]

[ Now, now, flattery gets one everywhere with a dragon. If only Lir had opened with how terrifying, large, and wonderfully scaly he is. As it is, he did not, and so Draco lifts his head up from his meal and eyes Lir and his sword with some exasperation. ]

Oh? Is that all? [ He snorts and props a great hand-like claw up, resting the side of his jaw against it in a fairly human gesture. With his other claws, he idly taps the ground. Overall, he looks rather like he's waiting. Bored and waiting. ] And do you think you are meant to slay me with that trinket of a sword, hmm?

/ later than a wonderland rabbit...

[valiantabsurdity]

[ It is, as it happens, a very plain sword, scratched and worn down and gaining its rust. Honest observation beyond Haggard's castle, where good men keep that one endless light bulb in the sky, reveals as much.

Lir stares at it, then at the dragon, then the sword again - somewhat (possibly) embarrassed. ]

I suppose it doesn't matter whether I'm armed well or poorly. If a hero must slay you, then a hero must slay you.

BREATHES ON THIS

[smithwork]

[ They've gotten so used to the fact dragons are all but extinct here that when Hiccup and Toothless actually see one, they have to exchange a wide-eyed look of astonishment before shooting off after it. They bank around nearby, with enough distance to get away if needs be but still close enough to gawk. Toothless, especially, is crooning a welcome before Hiccup can properly hush his own Wow under his breath, his heart racing like it hasn't in months. ]

Easy, bud, easy ... I know, he's huge.

[ Way smaller than the Red Death, but. Still. A cross-breed, maybe? Looks like a Monstrous Nightmare with a bit of Gronckle-based bulk. ]

ew viking breath

[merelychewed]

[ Draco is just about as astonished to find himself followed down from the sky at all. There were plenty of creatures that flew, but he could not fathom any would try to trail him, and yet here is something he'd least expected of all.

Another dragon?

Excitement clashes with wariness, for there is something wrong about this one. Mainly, what's riding on his back. He leaves the sheep behind, rising from where he'd landed to step closer, squinting down at Hiccup and Toothless as he does. ]

My friend, you seem to have a problem. Do you need some help with that... thing... on your back?

[ The thing being that saddle, right along with the human attached to it. ]

no worse than yours bruh

[smithwork]

[ Breathless as the dragon speaks, Hiccup can't hold in a delighted laugh. Toothless looks just as thrilled, gummy smile wide and pupils dilated as he looks the other dragon over. They swoop around to beat the air with the Night Fury's strong wings, showing off the connection of an amputated ankle's prosthetic to the much-improved stirrup; see, he's not a problem! They're fixed together, essentially. ]

This is Toothless and I'm Hiccup! When did you get here? How come you can speak? Do you have a name?

[ I HAVE QUESTIONS, is what pours off him in waves. Fishlegs would faint if he could see this! ]

[wolvering]

[There is a tiny girl with pure white hair staring. She is, surprisingly, not at all afraid, though she looks rather disappointed under the awe. Snatching sheep? That doesn't seem very much like a noble dragon.

And she's not quite sure how to address this dragon. Well, the dragon will correct her if she's wrong, right?

The quite large and handsome wolverine at her side, however, does not like this plan and grumbles his displeasure. What if the dragon mistakes his person for a sheep? That would get messy.]

Did the farmer gift those sheep to you, Your Grace?

[Something in her tone says she doesn't quite think so.]

[merelychewed]

[ The day he mistakes a person for a sheep is the day he apologizes profusely and begins to worry about his eyes. The dragon looks up from his meal and frowns at the two. That a little girl is approaching him with no fear is bizarre. In fact, it's still bizarre when anyone at all does that, but moreso when they are so tiny.

Worse, the little girl sounds disappointed. Really? Is he about to be scolded? ]

And why would the farmer gift sheep to a dragon? Of course not.

[wolvering]

[Pod is a little surprised at verbal speech in return. She'd been expecting a voice in her head! But the moment of startlement passes quickly. This isn't a Truedragon from her home, after all.

And yet, it doesn't occur to her to be worried because he's not the kind of dragon she knows.]

A Truedragon or Dragonlord from my home would but need to ask politely. [She smiles slyly.] Though I wager a promise of a favor or some payment in return would make the farmer more joyful about it.

Things must not be the same where you are from, though all the same, I'm sure this farmer would appreciate an apology. If nothing else, for the fright you gave the sheep you did not eat.

[At least it's a gentle kind of scolding?]

Omg hi, beautiful. [i.] Can we pretend this just...happens? Forget the courts.

[gelenka]

[The sight of a Dragon partaking of sheep isn't new to her. She stops in her tracks on the road, brushing her hair out of her face. One good look at him confirms, in her mind, that he isn't one of her children, yet that hardly stops her from moving to follow him.

Excitement quickens her steps and her cheeks are flushed once she reaches the hilltop.]

It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you.

sure can o7

[merelychewed]

[ Draco looks up from his meal, squinting slightly at the woman who approaches. By now, he has gotten used to this, that in this world not all fear his kind, that they would approach something so massive. Not that he prefers the sword and slay approach, not in the least.

He'll take a second to try and wipe sheep's blood off of his muzzle, then he will snort softly, amused, and reply. ]

My lady, I can assure you that that is not any particular worry of mine.

/so happy

[gelenka]

[He speaks. Daenerys is immobile; the thrill of his presence and voice - oh his voice - shocking through her like a bolt of energy. She swallows and rises to her full height, which is nothing compared to his size. Yet what else can a Targaryen do but show her pride in the face of a Dragon such as Draco?]

My name is Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. It is an honor to be in your presence, Your Grace.

[Only a Dragon would merit such a title.]