This time his stratagem worked, whether by skill or luck, and he found warm fur with his nose instead of his neck. There was no question of control; the dragon's temper and urge to hunt had been hobbled by the blindfold and Jigano's mind held firm sway over the sinuous shape even as he sank himself into the form's other instincts, using and being used by them in unexpected harmony.
His balance was thoroughly unsettled, but that was where having six limbs and a tail came in handy to counter the unsteadiness caused by moving while blinded.
Pulling his snout back, Jigano paused to try and orient himself once more, listening for when Deimos made his dodge to a new location. Snow crunched and he lunged for it, missing (the rabbit) by several feet. The chattering squirrels and swooping birds were obviously not the hound, but the sudden increase in stimuli had the dragon swinging his head back and forth in exasperation as he tried to hear past the distraction. Was that Deimos, or a deer? A rabbit? A fox?
Shifting his weight, Jigano sat back on his haunches, lifting his forepaws off the ground to reduce the amount of target he made, but he moved too slowly. A paw glanced over his wrist as he was manuevering and it was too big and warm to be some woodland critter. Probably. Was that you? Uncertain if it counted as a point to the General or to some hapless wolf pulled into their match. At least his scales made counting coup against him a simpler matter.
Just in case he reached out after whatever had touched him, dropping his nose like a snake, swift to strike, swift to boop, should he catch a retreating hound across the rump.
His balance was thoroughly unsettled, but that was where having six limbs and a tail came in handy to counter the unsteadiness caused by moving while blinded.
Pulling his snout back, Jigano paused to try and orient himself once more, listening for when Deimos made his dodge to a new location. Snow crunched and he lunged for it, missing (the rabbit) by several feet. The chattering squirrels and swooping birds were obviously not the hound, but the sudden increase in stimuli had the dragon swinging his head back and forth in exasperation as he tried to hear past the distraction. Was that Deimos, or a deer? A rabbit? A fox?
Shifting his weight, Jigano sat back on his haunches, lifting his forepaws off the ground to reduce the amount of target he made, but he moved too slowly. A paw glanced over his wrist as he was manuevering and it was too big and warm to be some woodland critter. Probably. Was that you? Uncertain if it counted as a point to the General or to some hapless wolf pulled into their match. At least his scales made counting coup against him a simpler matter.
Just in case he reached out after whatever had touched him, dropping his nose like a snake, swift to strike, swift to boop, should he catch a retreating hound across the rump.
