There's always another adventure around the corner

[dathe]

Characters: D'athe, Doyle, Cordelia
Rating: PG?
Time Period: Modern
Location: the grounds
Relative Date:the day D'athe arrives
Status: Ongoing, PM to join

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[a_true_hero]

Doyle and Cordelia had decided to explore the grounds some, luckily they haven't seen anymore vampires or any demons (expect the one that responded to Doyle's message). There was still no sign of Angel and Doyle was growing wiry, maybe they shouldn't have killed Spike so fast - that is, if he knew where Angel was. Then there was a few people on the phone that claimed Spike helped them and what not, Doyle knew it had to be an act, there was no way Spike was good.

Doyle heard something in the distance and he moved ahead of Cordelia. He didn't want her walking into any unknown danger and who knew what else could be here.

Doyle stopped dead in his track when he found what was making the noise. "Cordelia.." he called back in a worried voice. "Nice dragon.." He put his hands up in the air in a way to show that he meant no harm and started to back away slowly.

[visionsinprada]

The days after staking Spike had been full of exploration and little more. Doyle stayed on the couch to protect Cordelia at night and in the days the pair of them did their best to get comfortable with the area. Today had them outside the castle. Cordy had seen (and heard) enough about the interior with the strange portals to other dimensions or whatever they were that before they would try any buttons they ought to know what dangers lurked outside as well

[dathe]

At the sound of someone walking, D'athe turned, a burble of excitement rising in his throat that got a bit stuck when he saw the human stopping. Oh, don't run away, please don't run away, I'm not going to hurt you, he thought at the man, hoping that maybe he could hear him, though he was never quite sure who could and who couldn't.

He listened as the other human arrived, letting out a soft, pleading warble when she started to back away as well. Please tell me you can hear me? And don't run away?

[a_true_hero]

Doyle continued to back away, "I don't know Cordy, just continue to back away as slow as we can." This place really did have everything, killer unicorns, dragons, buttons that alow you to travel I time...what else could there be?

The dragon didn't seem to be harmful and for some reason Doyle felt like he should stop. He stood there looking at the thing, there was something about the vampire that he couldn't quite place. He almost thought he heard the dragon talking , in his head, but he had to be crazy right? It wasn't very clear or anything but he just had this feeling. "You're a nice fella, ain't ya?" Doyle took a small step toward with dragon, his hands still up in the air.

[visionsinprada]

There was that strange almost vision static in the back of her mind. She blinked a little, staring at the dragon. It had happened, moments before when he first came into their sights. This time it was a bit more persistent as the creature watched her. It didn't make sense that no vision followed, and she could only hope it wasn't blocking any warnings from the Powers That Be. She didn't think it was though, because it was a strange, foreign feeling.

Cordelia paused in her moving as soon as Doyle did, her mind following his train of thought. "...You get that feeling too?" she wondered.

By now, if they couldn't tell good creatures from bad, they weren't worth their salt. Cordelia, most of all, knew not to judge demons and whatnot by their covers. After all, Doyle was a good guy and he was of rather questionable heritage. Doing her best to smile and hide her nervousness, Cordy met the creatures eyes with her own dark gaze.

"So how do we talk to it then? You know without encouraging smoke signals in the form of roasting us to death."

[dathe]

His ears pricking up, D'athe warbled again, louder and more cheerfully, when they stopped backing away. Though he snorted when the woman said something about roasting them, shaking his head vigorously. I wouldn't do that! he thought plaintively, his ears slicking back against his head. Not even to people I don't like. It's not nice. And it doesn't help.

Though he was trying to figure out how to talk to them, since he wasn't sure if they could actually hear him. He could understand them just fine, but that did him no real good if they couldn't understand him. And it wasn't like Mattias was here to translate for him, like he was at home.

[a_true_hero]

"I don't know, I think he understand us." And, it did seem that way, the way the dragon shook his head and seemed excited that they didn't back away.

Doyle continued to move towards the dragon, "maybe you should stay back, just in case." Doyle didn't mind if something happened to him, just as long as nothing happened to Cordelia.

It started to sound more and more like Doyle could hear another voice in his head, maybe it was just the powers playing a mean trick on him.

"It's ok fella, we won't hurt you." Doyle really had no clue what he was doing, this was a dragon for crying out loud.

[visionsinprada]

Cordelia stared at the creature with suspicion. It didn't seem violent. Yet. That funny feeling in the back of her head was enough to make her doubt for the moment. Doyle, however, apparently had different plans. Rather than staying at their distance and exercising caution he chose to begin approaching it. She was happy to stay behind but had really hoped he would remain with her.

"What are you doing?" Cordy hissed. She reached out after him, stepping forward to grab his coat sleeve. "Shouldn't we like keep our distance? That could eat you like like one bite since you're pretty short. Two for Angel."

Though she got the distinct impression the creature might not harm them, she didn't want to take any chances. Doyle had been back from the dead for just days into weeks. She couldn't handle the only true friendly face she knew here getting turned into dragon food. Eying the creature around Doyle, she questioned it.

"So do you eat people?"

[dathe]

D'athe gave Cordelia an affronted look, sneezing at her. No! I eat deer. And squirrels. And rabbits. He paused, tilting his head a moment as he considered the last couple of years. And cows and sheep because that's what the cook could get for real meat. They taste bland. He sneezed again, his ears flicking back a moment before pricking forward again.

Taking a step forward, he butted the top of his head against Doyle's hip gently, a more familiar greeting for him. His friends were probably right in calling him an over grown cat. And I know you won't hurt me. You didn't reach for sharp and pointy things immediately. Or a gun. I hate guns. They hurt a lot more than arrows, and I can't avoid them as easily.

[a_true_hero]

The dragon didn't seem too happy when Cordelia asked him if he ate people, Doyle just looked at him, trying to read him or something. "For some reason, I think he eats deer, squirrels and rabbits." Again, it was as if the dragon was saying stuff to Doyle, but it couldn't be, could it?

Doyle hesitated for a moment, when the dragon took a step forward, he wanted to move back, but he didn't. He nearly jumped when the dragon butted his hip. It was rather surprising and at first worried Doyle, but now he could see the dragon meant no harm.

"You're a playful little creature, aren't ya?" Doyle reached out his hand and patted the dragon on the head. "No guns for me." Was he just talking to the dragon? "I must be going crazy," Doyle shook his head.

[visionsinprada]

Cordelia stared at Doyle as if he was in demon form and had two extra heads. Here he was, going on and on about it being friendly and its diet. Apparently Doyle was the Animal Planet expert on dragons. She pursed her lips together with a skeptical expression and watched them.

"Really? Seriously. You talk to dragons? Yeah, you're totally crazy. Just like my life." Shaking her head, Cordy laughed. "Dragons but no famous directors. Only my life."

Without hesitation, Cordelia boldly stepped forward and reached out a now less than manicured hand. Her hands had, for once, looked so pretty when she arrived. She hadn't stumbled across and stylists here though, unfortunately. Chipped polish finger nails reached out gingerly to keep from startling the creature.

[dathe]

Why would you be going crazy? D'athe gave Doyle an inquiring chirp, tilting his head as he looked up at him a moment. He was distracted from his curiosity when Cordelia reached out, and he butted his head into her hand with a rumbling purr. Of course he's talking to a dragon, he was talking at me, wasn't he? It's not the talking, it's being able to hear me. Lots of humans can't.

[a_true_hero]

"Not normal for people hearing a dragon's voice in their head. Not normal for people to hear any voice in their head." Doyle laughed, yea, he was crazy all right. Then again, if demons could be real then why can't dragons communicate - who really knew what a dragon could do, not like they were around in present time (unless they are a demon). "You some sort of demon or something? Seen some that look like dragons." Maybe that's really what dragons were, some form of demon.

"Think most people can't hear him, don't know why I can," Doyle shrugged. "You from here then, fella?"

[visionsinprada]

Cordelia wasn't entirely shocked to find out that Doyle could hear it. In fact, she was so accepting of this apparent new fact she surprised herself. Shaking her head at these thoughts, she smiled just a little at Doyle. It was only just starting to sink in for her that this wasn't some dream world and that everything around them really was well, real.

"Well that's good. I guess it's a good thing I kept you around mister dragon whisperer," she teased. Cordy opened her mouth to remark further, but all that came out was a pained cry.

Stumbling backwards, she felt herself lose the ground beneath her. Her hands clutched the sides of her head in what was becoming a rather familiar sort of way. Within just seconds she was sucked into a vision that jerked her entire body about. It lasted for only a few minutes but they were a few minutes too long. When Cordelia finally came to she was breathing heavily and and gasping for air.

"Archie!" was what she finally said, her voice laden with fear and concern.

[dathe]

D'athe hissed at Doyle, his ears flattening against his skull. I am NOT a demon! He sneezed for good measure, giving Doyle a highly irritated look. Not a demon, not nasty and mean and going to hurt people. Not an angel or a god, either, for that matter. No matter what the silly stories humans tell have in them.

He was silent a moment longer before his ears came up a bit, and he shook his head. Not from here, no. Came here in a weird sort of flying machine. Like something maybe humans made, but I've never seen one. I was supposed to me.... He stopped abruptly when Cordelia cried out, shifting on his feet as he watched her with sudden worry.

What's happening to her? Who's Archie, what's wrong that she's scared?

[a_true_hero]

"Hey now buddy!" Doyle put his hands up, "not all demons are nasty and hurt people. I'm half demon!" Doyle actually said it as if he was proud of it. Which, he was more then before, but still he wasn't one to just admit it to most.

It seemed that even the dragon was brought here the same way, strange, whoever was behind this, had some power. Doyle wanted to ask the dragon some more questions, but all of a sudden he heard Cordelia in pain.

"Cordy?!" He rushed to her side. It seemed she was having a vision, something Doyle passed on to her. Seeing her like that made him feel awful, he didn't like the fact it was his fault she was having them. "I'm so sorry Cordy," he said softly to himself.

Doyle leaned down beside her and placed a hand behind her back for support. "Are you ok? What was it Cordelia, what did you see?"

He looked up to the dragon very fast, "it was vision, she can see when someone is in trouble," he explained as fast as he could.

"Yea, who's Archie? What sort of trouble is he in?"