Words hung above but never would form
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
Clearly gourds and dragons play differently, a lesson Pip has yet to learn. Not fully understanding what she has done wrong, the dragonling emits a piteous croon as she flips onto her belly, gazing forlornly to where Fangorn has retreated. Still low to the ground, she slithers forward, wrapping cautiously around the boulder in submissive, hopeful posture. Much like a kitten who has not learned her place, she extends a paw slowly and deliberately toward Fangorn, though whether she's looking to boop the pumpkin or be smacked back into place is truly anyone's guess.
Koa, too, has been taken aback by a change in the rules, though he handles the shift with far more grace than his fluffy companion. The abrupt switch from idle chatter to impending combat isn't something the Dragoon expected, but it also feels like the logical next step. "Ah, punching things. An excellent choice," he grins playfully, raising up his fists and sinking down to a defensive stance. Having brought nothing along with him weapon-wise, Koa knows he's grossly outclassed, but honestly, when is he not?
He extends a hand and curls his fingers in the universal gesture of come at me. "Let's see what you got, Zombee." Mel won't kill him, probably, and if she does? Well, Ronin's still nearby.
Koa, too, has been taken aback by a change in the rules, though he handles the shift with far more grace than his fluffy companion. The abrupt switch from idle chatter to impending combat isn't something the Dragoon expected, but it also feels like the logical next step. "Ah, punching things. An excellent choice," he grins playfully, raising up his fists and sinking down to a defensive stance. Having brought nothing along with him weapon-wise, Koa knows he's grossly outclassed, but honestly, when is he not?
He extends a hand and curls his fingers in the universal gesture of come at me. "Let's see what you got, Zombee." Mel won't kill him, probably, and if she does? Well, Ronin's still nearby.
Koa Carpenter
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
