Morgan didn't really feel confident as they walked up to the so-called Adoption Agency. However, they faked it well enough that a few people took a good look at the cut of their pants and shirt and then up at their face- and turned their noses up and away. Yup, that was the 'usual' reaction, Morgan was used to it. What Morgan wasn't used to was the generally, ah, homely sort of vibe that they got here. Their boots were squeaky clean despite the mud outside, but that still didn't stop them from instinctively wiping their boots off at the door before entering.
Normally they felt no need to come to one of these things, but they had heard through the grapevine that the APAA had a tat-lung here currently... A coral one. Apparently a Coral one that snapped at anyone that came to close and had managed to injure somebody or another with those spines- or at least that was the story. Probably blown way out of proportion. Probably.
The place was as expected, as Morgan walked in. It was near immediately that Morgan was 'helped', lead to the creature after doing paperwork, and promptly left alone with it.
Morgan could see the tail of the creature, a little torn at the end (it was an old wound, Morgan could tell) but the rest of the tat-lung was hidden in it's space, in the shade from the lights. Morgan took a breath, preparing for the worst. They remembered buying Seimei, a mere fish in a bowl- his back striped up in horrible scars. The human had cried, not out of weakness, but out of rage for him. He was so different now. All it took was a kind hand to show him how great a being he really was.
Regular folks would have tried to get the glorious individual's attention with a damn toy or a treat, but Morgan just crouched down (backed away enough and knowing that the tat could certainly hurt them) and gave a lopsided grin while speaking and conveying through their Ring (the one that let them speak to Tat-lungs) simultaneously. "Hey. I-I know you don't want to be here." At first, nothing.
Then, the tail moved, pulled in closer to the tat-lung, with just the frayed tip of the banner showing in the light. Progress, Morgan thought.
Morgan was an instinctive individual, in most ways. They could feel the exact second that the tat-lung cast it's gaze over them. Coral tats had blue eyes, right? Morgan had read about them, but never seen one up close. It was not an easy stare. It was the glare of a being that knew that it was a cougar in a room full of wolves. Technically the more powerful species, but outnumbered. "I get tha' you don't want to talk to me. B-but I've got a bit of a proposition for you." Morgan said, offering. The tat-lung just glared, tail tip slightly twitching. The human had to remind theirself that they were far enough away that nothing should be able to get to them from this far.
"I dunno w-what's happened to ya. People can be real shitty." Morgan said and conveyed. "However, I can help you get free- if thi-th-that's what you want." An uneasy silence prevailed, but Morgan kept their counsel to theirself until the tannish snoot of the powerful being showed in the light, just barely. "My family is tat-lungs, ya know? I could help you get your strength up, an' then if you decide to go, I'll get you out-a the city."
The same offer was given to all of Morgan's tat-lung family, but none of them had taken the bespectacled human up on it yet.
Most people would definitely have been afraid of a 'creature' as large as a tat-lung that was 'proven' (via the ever so reliable gramophone game that is the nature of the grapevine) to be aggressive. However, Morgan had a hunch that the tat-lung was probably just not being treated as well as it should be by-rights. The human did not care what a handful of disrespectful humans thought about such a grand being. They only cared about getting the coral tat-lung some help. The muzzle hesitantly began to retreat, and Morgan leaned back on their heels, knowing that they may be here for a long couple of hours, if allowed.
Whatever it takes. Morgan couldn't let this tat-lung go into the care of someone that would treat it like a mere pet.
Sure, Morgan loved Nico, but he was a hound. This was a Dragon.
Time passed nice and slow. Morgan could swear that they could hear drip-dropping from somewhere. They waited, and waited. Finally, the slide of skin-against-metal. The tat-lung was moving into the light now.
The 'voice', not really a sound, but definitely a conveyance, was soft-spoken all the same, even without words. 'I hear you. I understand you?' A question, but not a respectful one. This tat-lung wasn't like Ryuusei or Seimei, that had grown to respect Morgan. No, it merely looked them up and down. Assessing Morgan's uses as a tool, a tool that they could understand, at least. Morgan wasn't disgusted by this. They were an inferior being when it came to intelligence, and they knew it. However, tat-lungs did tend to underestimate those that weren't quite up to their level. That left Morgan tentatively confident.
"Yes, you do." Morgan conveyed and said, at the same time.
'And you understand me.' Not a question this time. Instead, the coral tat-lung slid forward every so slowly, dragging claws against the ground in the difficulty of moving in a slightly more confined space than it was probably used to.
"Like I said, I get tats. Y'all are a lot smarter than us- stronger, b-better. We shouldn't treat you like pets. But my family and I could teach you. Supply you. Then send you on your w-w-way if ya so want." Morgan conveyed and spoke, the stutter transferring through both. The tat-lung seemed to consider this, already lightyears ahead of Morgan's thoughts on it, they knew.
Morgan was sure that the tat-lung had some sort of plan already, and it was pretty obvious that Morgan was going to be willing to help. The creature was thin, real thin. It wasn't that the APAA wasn't trying or doing it's job. In fact, Morgan was pleased with how well they had been feeding the coral (it was obvious to tell) but the poor being was going to have a lot of time before they could get the 'stick-thin' out of it. It almost looked like the poor coral had went a long time without any human caretakers whatsoever. It would make sense. Finally, the Coral moves completely out of the shadows, sliding forward, and Morgan's breath catches in their throat before they remember to remind theirself to breathe.
The Coral had a huge (healed) roping scar across one eye and down the other side of the muzzle. The human just about growled- how horrid? A fight? Or other people?
"So whatd'ya say, get outta here, stay with me until you get y'er weight on ya?" Morgan said, and conveyed, practically forcing it out over the thinly veiled rage at what had happened to the Tat-lung.
The Coral looked at Morgan with a tat-lung facial expression that they knew well from Seimei; annoyance at the pity that Morgan was giving him. Morgan could tell, the Coral tat-lung was a male, now that he was faced towards them better. Morgan did not address this, however. They knew from experience that it would only make it worse. The tat-lung was limping slightly, now that Morgan could tell. An old injury? On the back leg maybe? Or maybe it was because he was so cooped up and was stiff. Hopefully that was the case, because that could be easily remedied.
Finally, after a moment of sizing each-other up, the tat-lung let a breath out of an open mouth, but it wasn't quite a hiss. 'Yes. But what is keeping me from flying away as soon as we get out of these doors?'
Fair point, Morgan conceded. "Nothing. I-I-I-If that is what you want, do it. However, it does'n really look like you made it well, the last time, did you?" They said, cleverly. Assuming that he had not had an owner up to this point- not a permanent one. Good, a spirited fella. "Come with me, si-si-lay low for a while. Get some weight on you, maybe make an acquaintance or two."
The human quietly waited, wiping their knuckles on one hand against their chest for a moment. They took their eyes off of the tat-lung, a show of pride, and the tat watched with curiosity. Once again, Morgan could feel those eyes. Blue, they had been right. A moment passes, and both of them could hear the noises of such an adoption facility, all of the creatures. It was no place for a tat-lung, in Morgan's opinion. This place did good work, but Morgan could do a little better for tats. The tat-lung had already made his decision as soon as Morgan began speaking, Morgan knew that. Tats were quick like that, and no one could really control them. However, this particular tat-lung wasn't like their own, it would never, EVER respect them.
That was fine. Morgan didn't expect respect. Morgan just wanted the chance to help him out before he moved on. Help him move on.
A quick sigh from the coral. 'Yes. Get me out of here.'
Morgan backed up and stood all in one go, and then gave an affirmative. "S-s-Certainly." At this, they left the Coral's side, moving towards the front of the building. They kept him in mind, the long and lean creature, with spines. Morgan had never really seen a coral up close, and honestly they were a little bit frightening. Even in comparison to the other tat-lungs. They knew that their heart rate had sped up, and it was possible that the tat-lung could tell. Hopefully that would have a desirable effect in keeping the tat-lung willing to accept Morgan's kindness instead of trying to flee immediately.
Morgan really did want to help, but they also knew for sure that tat-lungs did not trust humans most of the time. They also did not respect them. It was incredibly possible that the Coral would refuse Morgan's 'help' on the principle that humans did not Help, that they 'collected'. The thought shivered down Morgan's spine.
The human made their way up to the desk and spoke. "I'd like to adopt the coral tat-lung. I-is there any information you can give me about how he was found? Or donated?" They switched to less informal language now, of course. They had a natural accent that they fell into whenever they were at home or with those they considered family, but it was back to formal language now. At this, they reached out for the paperwork and went to fill it out and turn it in. They couldn't stop thinking about the fact that this was the second time they'd seen a tat-lung that was scarred a bit- it made them feel really bad.
On one hand, tats didn't take well to pity, but on the other hand... How could Morgan not be a bleeding heart when it came to dragons? They just reminded them of their dad. After finishing the paperwork, Morgan turns it in, and waits, spinning the ring around their right ring finger.
Twilight-Claw: And usually I do notice those things. x3
Aug 11, 2022 8:35:50 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Lol, I honestly hadn't noticed them until you said that Darky! XD
Aug 11, 2022 8:35:38 GMT -6
Darky: With bonus feesh~
Aug 11, 2022 2:09:03 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Awesome growth! And I see they still got the birds flying around them. x3
Aug 10, 2022 13:31:10 GMT -6
Morgan: The Shabutau eyes are so expressive! I'm impressed with them. c:
Aug 9, 2022 21:09:30 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: *Dances* Yes! Primal Expertise is here! <3 Just now noticed the list with what is updated, thanks Silver! Definitely loving all those tiny updates that where made with the rest as well! <3
Aug 1, 2022 15:20:01 GMT -6
Darky: Yep, they're def 5-fingered, complete with a thumb :3 And danku~
Jul 21, 2022 4:04:19 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: The Dynasty Tat-Lung looks awesome Darky! You made them look really cool! I think I even see a thumb in their design that fits their most likely one to read books in their design. <3
Jul 20, 2022 13:26:25 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I like this part "and would like to remind you that lost digit reattachment is a service offered at all Labs-Aligned hospitals within the city." of them a lot for some reason, I don't think many people go to that establishment a lot. x3
Jul 2, 2022 3:42:55 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I didn't even noticed it was double headed until it got mentioned in the cbox (which was really just five seconds after seeing them! XD). :3
Jul 2, 2022 3:41:30 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: I'm glad you like them!! Seeing as they're a retired breed, I wanted the Magestorm to be extra special.
Jul 1, 2022 21:08:53 GMT -6
Morgan: Oh, the Magestorm being double headed is a really neat surprise! What a cute species. c:
Jul 1, 2022 21:02:39 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Afraid I don't have any. :C
Jun 30, 2022 14:16:45 GMT -6
Darky: Btw, still on the lookout for 1 sapling flower if anyone has any spares? (Not picky about colour~)
Jun 30, 2022 4:28:15 GMT -6