Well. After that whole fucking nightmare (pun not intended), Skram set off immediately to try and get rid of their little furry problem. They wandered the labs, far and wide, trying to find someone to take this fucking THING off their hands, but all they got were some weird ass looks about it. Throughout their troubles, they learned some things. Apparently dragons around these parts were called "draconics". And apparently "draconics" didn't mix with the labs that often? Like, they did, but they were also their own thing. It was weird. What was even WEIRDER and maybe a little HORRIFYING was that there was a whole god DAMN CITY of the things! It wasn't even that far away, either. People just HAD these MONSTERS living near them and acted like it was perfectly normal. Even worse, they acted like it was all find, dandy. Fun. GOOD.
Needless to say, Skram was horrified by this revelation. But in a weird way they were also relieved? If there was a whole damn area where these things lived, surely that meant that they'd be able to just take this stupid giant baby that kept following them everywhere and just, I dunno. Leave it there. Set it free among it's people. Whatever. It was a dragon, there was a dragon city, Skram was going to make this work.
So. Here they were. By the dragon city, at this river place, staring out across the paths that were supposed to take them more into the city proper and just frowning about it. They did NOT want to go more to the city proper. They hadn't seen any actual dragons yet since they'd taken this long way around along the river and they didn't really want to CHANGE that at all. So, uh, yeah.
This was it. They turned to the dragon that had been following them, without fail, everywhere they went this whole fucking time. The wind blew in the background. The water kept going down the river. The dragon stared at them and tilted its head as if it were a dog and not a giant murder lizard. Skram cleared their throat.
Fuck this was awkward.
"This is you."
It just kept staring at them.
"Better.... go off. And, uh. Find your kind or whatever."
It shuffled a bit closer, starting to look a bit shifty in the eyes. Skram took a step back and lifted the stick (net) they'd brought and had been using to keep it at arm's length.
"Be free. Go away. Stop fucking following me."
The giant baby gently booped the end of the stick (net) with their nose, maintaining eye contact with Skram the entire time. Fuck.
It opened its mouth and gently... well, as gently as a giant baby dragonic that somehow towered over Skram despite having hatched literal days ago could be gentle, nibbled at the end of the stick (net). It was NOT cute.
"Seriously you goddamn weirdo, this is supposed to be your HOME. Go LIVE in it, for fuck's sake. I'm not taking you any further! I hate dragons! I hate all of dragon kind! if I go any further I'll want to start killing everything I come across and then I will DIE for trying to fight DRAGONS without my fucking BOW. Go AWAY!!"
At some point, Skram had yanked the stick (net) away and started waving it wildly around. By the time they stopped ranting, they were breathing heavily, a glare firmly in place, as the giant baby (HATCHLING DRAGON) looked on in innocent bafflement.
"I was going to EAT you!" Skram despaired, flinging the stick (net) away and throwing themself to the sandy ground dramatically face down. They flailed their arms and legs a bit on impulse and, for good measure, screamed into the sand a little bit. They felt much better afterwards so they just stayed there and contemplated every action that had led them up to this moment in their life for a while.
Before long (honestly it took a lot longer than they were expecting), they felt something large, warm, and soft plop down next to them, engulfing their whole side in a pleasant warmth like baking on a hot stone in the full summer sun and curling up under a warm blanket on a cold day all at once. They allowed themselves exactly five seconds of enjoying this (they counted it out in their head and everything) before rolling away with a disgruntled hiss.
"We are not friends." Skram hissed up at the sky, absolutely refusing to look at the draconic that had just had the nerve to attempt to cuddle with them. "We do not share warmth. We do not cuddle. You should be staying away from me." They attempted a fearsome growl, but it came out more of a hiss than anything. It was hard to get those really satisfying growls out when you were so fucking tiny with limited lung capacity. Skram closed their eyes against the glare of the sun and pointedly refused to look over at the draconic.
They could still feel the heat radiating off its fur. They could hear it breathing, they could practically feel the beat if its heart through the sand. Skram knew that if they looked at it then something inside of them would splinter even further than it already had. They refused, REFUSED to let that happen.
So instead, they laid there with their eyes closed. Thoughts drifted around in their mind, but they didn't let any of them stick long enough to make something of them. They just wanted to lay here and Be. Maybe pretend that they weren't actually here and doing this for a little while. They tried to let go of physical sensation, too, so that they could do just that, but there was a tub at the edge of their awareness that just wouldn't allow them to do that.
Eventually, with a deep sigh, Skram opened their eyes to look back up at the sky. This wasn't working. They couldn't kick it from their brain no matter how hard they tried to. They tried to gather up their resolve to turn and look at the damn dragon again, but they still felt as if they might lose something if they did. How fucking weak.
Growling again, this time at themself, they stopped thinking and shifted their head over to look at the damn dragon. Just as they thought, it was a mistake.
The hatchling had its stupidly large head laying on its paws, big eyes staring at Skram as if they were the only thing in the world. Skram stared back into those large yellow eyes, trying to hold their glare and overcome the lump forming in their fucking throat. It was just a baby. Huge, giant, and fucking annoying, but it was a hatchling. It didn't have a single thought behind those eyes, much less any ill intent.
"Fuck." Skram closed their eyes again. They turned their head away. This was fucking impossible. They couldn't kill it, they'd accepted that well before now. But now they were beginning to wonder just how far they'd be able to go to get rid of the damn thing.
There was something about it, something instinctual that was calling to them. They didn't like it. Their brain knew that dragons were awful, they rejected this one on instinct, but something in their chest... fuck it felt like their very soul was rejecting the idea of even getting rid of it. This had to stop. It went so far against their very nature to actually want to accept a dragon that it couldn't do it. It couldn't allow this any longer.
Skram got up. They brushed the sand off their legs and turned to glare at the draconic, doing their very best to keep their expression in place even when face with the damn thing's puppy dog eyes. They needed to stay strong. They would not let their resolve end. "This is it. I'm leaving you here. There's water over there, you can get food. There's canyons further on, you can make shelter."
"You aren't my god damn responsibility and I refuse to let you follow me around any longer. So kindly FUCK off, you useless lump of fur. This is the end of the FUCKING road. It's time for you to leave me the hell alone and go back to your own kind." Skram stood firm, glaring and hissing at the draconic to the absolute fucking best of their ability. They stood firm. They glared. They bared their teeth and growled. This was it.
The draconic stared at them, his head still on his paws, eyes fixed on the tiny lizard person standing right there. It looked like it was just. Waiting for something. What? Skram had no fucking clue. And they didn't think they were going to stand around here to find out. With one final huff, they turned away and started to trek back in the direction they thought the labs was in.
Twilight-Claw: Lol, those puppies are comically cute in appearance! I feel like I might have seen them from somewhere else with their baby stage, but more because of their pudgy stage and short limbs. x3
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