FOX
Fox doesn't know how cranberries work and if high on life involves this, he'd quite like to get down now please. Especially as the stranger informs him that the allogator is, in fact, a dragon, and there's so much confidence in his voice that for a second Fox actually believes him.
Except the prowling log behind him is much larger than even the largest companion he's ever seen, and he's sure dragons don't look that smiley. (Get it? Because of all the teeth? Ha ha. Ha.)
"I don't think--" Fox begins, by which point the allogator finally makes its choice, and it's both a good and a bad thing for the Ancient. Good, because it has apparently chosen not to go after the man strolling on the shoreline (it's quicker in the water, after all), and bad because of the obvious repercussions of that choice for Fox.
So as the allogator slinks towards him like a bit of large and deadly driftwood, he's filled with both relief and regret.
Mostly regret.
Except the prowling log behind him is much larger than even the largest companion he's ever seen, and he's sure dragons don't look that smiley. (Get it? Because of all the teeth? Ha ha. Ha.)
"I don't think--" Fox begins, by which point the allogator finally makes its choice, and it's both a good and a bad thing for the Ancient. Good, because it has apparently chosen not to go after the man strolling on the shoreline (it's quicker in the water, after all), and bad because of the obvious repercussions of that choice for Fox.
So as the allogator slinks towards him like a bit of large and deadly driftwood, he's filled with both relief and regret.
Mostly regret.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
