Log.
Who: Arokh (
legendarious ) + OPEN.
Where: Marshall street.
When: December 17th.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Chimeras + Rain = ouch.
He hadn't felt anything at first. It had been just like normal rain, running off his scales like the water he thought it was-- but within little time, Arokh had started to feel the burning sensation that penetrated his crimson scales. It had been a mere itch at first, that made his flight somewhat unbalanced, but not enough to make him wonder. He'd land if he could, but the fog was thick and prevented him from seeing what was beneath.
Eventually though, the itchings became a solid burn, and the dragon was starting to panic. What was this? Poisonous rain? He did not know, because it all seemed so off, but he knew that it would get dangerous if he stayed up for long.
And thus, the weakened dragon made an attempt to steady his course and dive down to the mist-shrouded buildings. It was a feeble attempt; it was silly how quickly the pain increased, second by second, and before he knew it, Arokh was crashing down in a hazardous speed. He tried to steady himself by pulling out his wings further, but the pain was so intense that it was impossible to do so- he eventually pulled them close to his scaled body in an attempt to soothe the acidic raindrops, and thus he was immobile, falling heavily against the buildings below.
It was then that he realized the situation he'd so foolishly put himself in. Despite the pain, Arokh did his best to unfold his wings and regain control, growling and screeching as the acidic drops burned holes through his frail skin.
And the noises he was hearing below weren't very promising. They sounded like animals, hungry such- and in this situation, Arokh was not a big threat to creatures of the size that he figured they'd be. The beast finally managed to get a hold of his movements and instead of crashing with his full weight into the building to his left, he instead fell with his back against the street, growling in anger and frustration, but also in pain.
His breath was heavy and irregular, blowing out small puffs of smoke (-- was it... back?--) that eventually died out, and so did his hope. He wasn't able to lie down for long though; due to the growling howls that echoed through the walls and the painful, acidic raindrops, Arokh had to pull himself to his feet.
For the first time in a few years, horror struck him. Deeply. These weren't creatures he'd ever seen before; they were about twice the size of a scavenger, and did also look about twice as dangerous.
He'd stand no chance. But he'd fight anyway; a dragon did just not give up.
legendarious ) + OPEN.
Where: Marshall street.
When: December 17th.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Chimeras + Rain = ouch.
He hadn't felt anything at first. It had been just like normal rain, running off his scales like the water he thought it was-- but within little time, Arokh had started to feel the burning sensation that penetrated his crimson scales. It had been a mere itch at first, that made his flight somewhat unbalanced, but not enough to make him wonder. He'd land if he could, but the fog was thick and prevented him from seeing what was beneath.
Eventually though, the itchings became a solid burn, and the dragon was starting to panic. What was this? Poisonous rain? He did not know, because it all seemed so off, but he knew that it would get dangerous if he stayed up for long.
And thus, the weakened dragon made an attempt to steady his course and dive down to the mist-shrouded buildings. It was a feeble attempt; it was silly how quickly the pain increased, second by second, and before he knew it, Arokh was crashing down in a hazardous speed. He tried to steady himself by pulling out his wings further, but the pain was so intense that it was impossible to do so- he eventually pulled them close to his scaled body in an attempt to soothe the acidic raindrops, and thus he was immobile, falling heavily against the buildings below.
It was then that he realized the situation he'd so foolishly put himself in. Despite the pain, Arokh did his best to unfold his wings and regain control, growling and screeching as the acidic drops burned holes through his frail skin.
And the noises he was hearing below weren't very promising. They sounded like animals, hungry such- and in this situation, Arokh was not a big threat to creatures of the size that he figured they'd be. The beast finally managed to get a hold of his movements and instead of crashing with his full weight into the building to his left, he instead fell with his back against the street, growling in anger and frustration, but also in pain.
His breath was heavy and irregular, blowing out small puffs of smoke (-- was it... back?--) that eventually died out, and so did his hope. He wasn't able to lie down for long though; due to the growling howls that echoed through the walls and the painful, acidic raindrops, Arokh had to pull himself to his feet.
For the first time in a few years, horror struck him. Deeply. These weren't creatures he'd ever seen before; they were about twice the size of a scavenger, and did also look about twice as dangerous.
He'd stand no chance. But he'd fight anyway; a dragon did just not give up.