In?auspicious Beginnings
Mar 23, 2021 16:01:09 GMT -6
Post by Skram on Mar 23, 2021 16:01:09 GMT -6
It had been a long journey for Skram. About a week into their flight from the city, they’d started to suspect they were going the wrong way. Two weeks later? It was basically fucking confirmed. Now, probably… shit, how long had it been? Maybe two months? Since they had to abandon their second home, they finally stumbled upon this cavern. Thing.
There was someone inside. Skram squinted at it, not really sure what to make of it. It looked vaguely like a dragon, but also not, so they had no idea what to think. Frankly? They were too tired to care right now. Whatever. They walked past and decided to ignore it once it didn’t attack them, too tired and too happy to find some place to sleep out of the weather to care.
As they wandered through the caves, they noticed something glowing along the way. Wait, no, it wasn’t glowing, it was just white. And… roundish. And… perfect?
Skram walked over and stared at the largest egg they had ever seen in their LIFE. Holy CRAP. All thoughts of how it looked fled from their mind in favor of imagining the fantastic breakfast they have tomorrow with this baby. They scooped up the egg and found a small nook somewhere in the caves, large enough that they could wedge themselves and the egg into it and small enough that they were pretty sure that weird maybe-a-dragon-thing couldn’t get to them if it decided not to be friendly.
Safe place to sleep accomplished, Skram finally let their guard down enough to goddamn sleep. They curled up around the egg, eyes drifting shut, and hoped they dreamed about breakfast tomorrow.
They should have known that they were never that lucky.
The nightmare started as it always did. They remembered that they had been very small. They were curled up, safe, in a nest of furs and pillows and other soft things. Other small bodies surrounded them on all sides, making them feel safe and warm. They could not see them, because their eyes were closed in sleep, but they were aware that there were adults nearby. Talking in low voices, the crackle of a fire, the sound of metal on wood as one of them carved a toy for one of the little ones. Maybe even Skram.
The first thing Skram became aware of was the screams. One moment they were safe and warm, the next? Chaos. They were in the middle of one of the meeting caverns, bodies pushing and shoving them from all sides, getting turned around and lose and horribly, terribly scared. The adults were screaming. The other hatchlings they’d just been curled up with laid dead, blood seeping everywhere, sticky on their claws and feet and hands and face.
They might have been crying. They couldn’t tell. There was too much noise, too many shouts of RUN! too many screams THEY BROKE THROUGH! and SAVE THE HATCHLINGS! and NO! NO, PLEASE, STOP!
They were alone in a small cavern, cowering in the back. Loud, heavy footsteps drew closer, closer, closer. Glowing red eyes, massive wings, the smell of smoke and blood, razor sharp teeth. Lips pulled back, jaws gaping, glowing red, this was it this was it this was it-
No. Skram grabbed at the nightmare and yanked.
They were not a hatchling anymore. They were not afraid.
They stood outside the caverns, standing tall and strong, a bow in one hand. The stuff of nightmares stared at them from within the caverns, eyes aglow, teeth still bared. Wings spread, a roar echoed through the mountains. The wings started to beat as the nightmare prepared to launch their attack. Skram bared their teeth back and calmly knocked an arrow.
They were not a hatchling anymore. Now they knew how to fight back.
They let loose with their arrows, one after the other, each one landing with a thud into their target. The monster tried to fly past, but they let loose with one more arrow and there was a sudden howl of pain. The next thing Skram knew, they were standing over their kill, grim satisfaction seeping into their bones.
They were not a hatchling anymore. The nightmare held no more sway.
They were sitting next to a cook fire. It was late. They yawned and put out their sleeping furs and leathers, curling up on the hard ground. As they drifted off into a dream within a dream, they could feel something large and warm curl up around them, shielding them from the night and any other nightmares that dared make an appearance. They were safe and warm.
The first thing Skram became aware of was the screams. One moment they were safe and warm, the next? Chaos. They were in the middle of one of the meeting caverns, bodies pushing and shoving them from all sides, getting turned around and lose and horribly, terribly scared. The adults were screaming. The other hatchlings they’d just been curled up with laid dead, blood seeping everywhere, sticky on their claws and feet and hands and face.
They might have been crying. They couldn’t tell. There was too much noise, too many shouts of RUN! too many screams THEY BROKE THROUGH! and SAVE THE HATCHLINGS! and NO! NO, PLEASE, STOP!
They were alone in a small cavern, cowering in the back. Loud, heavy footsteps drew closer, closer, closer. Glowing red eyes, massive wings, the smell of smoke and blood, razor sharp teeth. Lips pulled back, jaws gaping, glowing red, this was it this was it this was it-
No. Skram grabbed at the nightmare and yanked.
They were not a hatchling anymore. They were not afraid.
They stood outside the caverns, standing tall and strong, a bow in one hand. The stuff of nightmares stared at them from within the caverns, eyes aglow, teeth still bared. Wings spread, a roar echoed through the mountains. The wings started to beat as the nightmare prepared to launch their attack. Skram bared their teeth back and calmly knocked an arrow.
They were not a hatchling anymore. Now they knew how to fight back.
They let loose with their arrows, one after the other, each one landing with a thud into their target. The monster tried to fly past, but they let loose with one more arrow and there was a sudden howl of pain. The next thing Skram knew, they were standing over their kill, grim satisfaction seeping into their bones.
They were not a hatchling anymore. The nightmare held no more sway.
They were sitting next to a cook fire. It was late. They yawned and put out their sleeping furs and leathers, curling up on the hard ground. As they drifted off into a dream within a dream, they could feel something large and warm curl up around them, shielding them from the night and any other nightmares that dared make an appearance. They were safe and warm.
Name: Garron
Body Type: Serpentine
Affinity: Secretive
Nature: Guardian
