video // monday morning
[The PCD is turned on to show Ray sitting at a small table in his house, squeezing water over a mess of claw marks of various severity on his left forearm. He's obviously been doing this for a few minutes, since the cloth he's using is liberally stained with blood. There's also a largish cream-colored egg next to him. It's rocking slightly, but he doesn't notice.]
Consider this a public service announcement. Those little dragon things? Rather dislike when you attempt to steal their eggs for breakfast.
[His wounds are mostly clean, so he sets the cloth off camera and pulls a silver flask from his jacket pocket, uncaps it, and pours some of it's clear contents over his wounded arm. He sucks a harsh breath and winces]
Damn that stings. This had better be one tasty omelet. [He wraps strips of cloth around the wounded arm, with a practiced ease. Then he stands and moves over to the small wood stove in the background, busying himself with meal preparations. On the table, the egg rocks more, fine hairline cracks beginning to form on the shell. Finally there's a loud CRACK as the shell splits down the middle. The sound causes Ray to jump and abandon his breakfast preparations, one hand reaching inside his jacket. Before he manages to pull out anything though, he realizes what the sound was, as the egg quite obviously hatching. He gives a heavy sigh.]
Well, there goes breakfast. [He drops his hand back to his side and moves out of the camera's vision for a while. So network, you're the only witnesses to the the egg hatching and dumping a small brown Fire-lizard on the table. It croons piteously and loudly as it makes various attempts to sort out its limbs and wings.
Ray returns to the camera's view, carrying a plate of smoked rabbit. He gives the small creature an almost disbelieving look, but even he is not unaffected by the cuteness of baby critters, especially when it looks up and him and creels. He smiles slightly, and rips off a piece of his rabbit, offering it to the creature, who snaps it up.
Several offered strips of meat later, half the rabbit is gone and the little fire-lizard has crawled up Ray's arm and is asleep on his shoulder.]
Dear lords, I think it thinks I'm it's mother now. Anyone know what these things eat? [He glances down at his plate] Besides my breakfast?
Consider this a public service announcement. Those little dragon things? Rather dislike when you attempt to steal their eggs for breakfast.
[His wounds are mostly clean, so he sets the cloth off camera and pulls a silver flask from his jacket pocket, uncaps it, and pours some of it's clear contents over his wounded arm. He sucks a harsh breath and winces]
Damn that stings. This had better be one tasty omelet. [He wraps strips of cloth around the wounded arm, with a practiced ease. Then he stands and moves over to the small wood stove in the background, busying himself with meal preparations. On the table, the egg rocks more, fine hairline cracks beginning to form on the shell. Finally there's a loud CRACK as the shell splits down the middle. The sound causes Ray to jump and abandon his breakfast preparations, one hand reaching inside his jacket. Before he manages to pull out anything though, he realizes what the sound was, as the egg quite obviously hatching. He gives a heavy sigh.]
Well, there goes breakfast. [He drops his hand back to his side and moves out of the camera's vision for a while. So network, you're the only witnesses to the the egg hatching and dumping a small brown Fire-lizard on the table. It croons piteously and loudly as it makes various attempts to sort out its limbs and wings.
Ray returns to the camera's view, carrying a plate of smoked rabbit. He gives the small creature an almost disbelieving look, but even he is not unaffected by the cuteness of baby critters, especially when it looks up and him and creels. He smiles slightly, and rips off a piece of his rabbit, offering it to the creature, who snaps it up.
Several offered strips of meat later, half the rabbit is gone and the little fire-lizard has crawled up Ray's arm and is asleep on his shoulder.]
Dear lords, I think it thinks I'm it's mother now. Anyone know what these things eat? [He glances down at his plate] Besides my breakfast?