by Kallile » 06/18/2008 9:54 PM
(wow, note to self: work= bad for RP life )
As his eyes became adjusted to the desert sun, Bog focused on the two beasts before him. They were larger than he, more heavily armoured. He felt the venom wells constrict and his pitted fangs begin to fill with the deadly fluids. The others did not move to attack, and so he held his ground.
Out of the corner of his eye he watched the Fenling. His owner had one of those...how annoying she was with her chipper attitude and bright colors. He hated them. This one gave him fearful signs--something which only aided to wake his predatory instincts. Not here, no, not with the Garagnirs watching him. He was outnumbered and out muscled. He gave a hollow hiss at the creature, refocusing on the Garagnirs.
"Lost is where I would rather be." The Carpetfang hissed. To Molly and Citanul, his words must sound like frightful roars and threatening hisses. But to the draconic beings before him, the ancient reptilian language he spoke should be easy to translate.
"Why are beings such as yourselves belittling your talents in the servitude of a human?" He snarled, noticing how the two seemed to sheild the human male in particular.
"I have been hidden, scorned, adored, worshiped, forsaken, coveted and banished more times than I care to count. But the one thing all those experiences cannot steal from me is the gentle soul I was born with, the kind heart I have molded, and the bright ideals for the future that have lit my way through the darkness of the past."