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All across the yard, and nothing is amiss. Afternoon quiet, spurred by the school's summer-depleted population, lies everywhere in sight. On a squat stone pillar near a door and matching stairs, one glossy black form marks the only presence. Circe sprawls nearly Sphinx-like, front feet and tail curled over the side of the pillar. The latter, now and then, moves in lazy writhing against the stone.
It is small, it is purple, and it is currently terrorizing the chipmunk and squirrel population of the school grounds. Someone, it seems, was careless and left out a cup of coffee, or perhaps some sort of energy drink within Lockheed's reach. The poor, poor little rodents.
Movement, absent as it largely is, is all the black beast needs to arouse attention. The eyeless head swings to fix on the movement, motionless again while claws subtly flex in curiosity. Circe hoists herself and the black form pours down from the pillar to trot into the grass. With sufficient distance covered, she drops to another Sphinx-like pose, then raises again. And begins to creep.
Lockheed is hardly so subtle. There's a shaking of foliage in one of the trees, and a squirrel can be seen fleeing its hiding place and bounding across the lawn. Lockheed follows, playfully flying and swooping down the creature- he could catch it if he wanted, but /chasing/ them is so much more fun! Besides, what would he do with one if he caught it? He likes his meat cooked and seasoned, thank you very much. A loud BRAWK echoes across the school grounds.
Circe's little feet move delicately through the grass, just as quiet as the purple one is not. Her tail twitches. Her mouth curls back to answer the roar, baring pointed teeth. She turns to track the flying reptile and begins to creep again. Closer she goes, belly low, and her rear subtly wiggles. Claws flex against the ground.
Lockheed turns, mid-flight upon hearing the electronic creature's response. "Brawk?" is the confused reply. What is this strange creature, and why does it not smell like other animals? Or look like them, for that matter?
Attention drawn to her, any soft and predatory chittering Circe makes breaks to silence, and she flattens further in the grass, belly and head pressed to the ground. Thus she remains, waiting for attention to pass from her again. In that event, she hoists to a crouch, flexes one leg and the other, then bounds toward the dragon and leaps.
Meep! The dragon is /not/ used to the critters fighting back. Metal crashes into scales, and Lockheed goes down, looking rather stunned as he's tackled by something as equally odd as he is. "Mwerrp?"
Momentum nearly rolls the black beast away, but she clings accordingly and wriggles to an angle more suitable. Back legs gather inward and thump the dragon, though with only playful force behind it. The pointed little teeth grasp Lockheed's shoulder, biting with just as little true power.
Aha! It's a game! He likes games! Powerful hind legs try to kick the creature away, reptillian jaw snapping playfully at the metal hide of his 'agressor.' Tendrils of smoke rise from his nostrils as he lets out another frightful (-ly adorable) roar. Fear the X-Dragon!
Lacking ears to flatten, Circe's riposte is only a screech of her own, metal lips curled again. She untangles her limbs from the dragon's own, scooting backwards to drop Sphinx-like on the grass a pace away. The glossy black tail lashes side to side as she kneads claws into dirt, warily staring. After a moment, she advances again, lifting to hind legs to drop on the reptile.
Oho! This time, Lockheed is prepared for her. With a flap of leathery wings, he takes flight to dodge her advance. More smoke is exhaled in her direction as he takes off in an attempt to cloud her vision.
You page, "They're wrestling and playing. Fear the cute." to Lorna.
Circe's opinion is an irritated and lengthy chittering, only ended when she drags a foot back and forth across her head to rid herself of the obscuring smoke. Helpless to pursue the dragon to the air, she instead paces on the grass. The dragon receives a fixed and none too pleased stare.
Aerial attack! The purple reptile swoops down in an attempt to /pick up/ the strange robot-thing and take off with her. Who doesn't like a nice little mid-day flight?
Little pleasure is to be found either in the heights or in diving attackers, whether a true feline or not. As a result, Circe digs claws into the ground and shrieks, somewhere between fear and attempted deterrent. Whichever the case, hastening away across the grass or snatched up and writhing, the black beast has no plans to be still.
Lockheed immediately lets go of her upon hearing the shriek. Okay, there's a new rule in their game now- no flying. He may play at ferocity, but the little empathic creature loathes to hurt anyone (besides that funny-looking English guy- he'd still like to get a bite out of him). A thick, purple tail is swung at the cat-bug-robot-thing in an attempt to throw her off balance.
Ephemeral and fleeting as a cat's - or imitation thereof - attention is, Circe quickly discards the notion of being airborne in favor of the latest threat. Just as she turns, no longer evading flight, she catches a tail and tumbles to her side. Another shriek, simply startled this time, precedes a wriggle toward her back, where she can swipe several times with a glossy black paw toward the dragon.
Jump! Lockheed leaps towards his opponent/playmate in order to tackle her, trying to pin her down. His head tilts back to release an excited burst of flame into the air, away from the both of them. He so rarely gets to play with someone who can keep up with him!
Lying on her back, belly exposed as she is, it is instinct that commands Circe, namely, to curl defensively and swipe again at the dragon. Pinning helps little, belly poised so near to jaws and teeth. So, quite simply, she writhes, paw swiping at the purple muzzle.
Circe recieves a playful nip to the shoulder before Lockheed jumps off of her, moving into a quick run. Tag! She's it!
It simply won't do to have the fun run away. Circe scrabbles to her feet and bounds across the grass in intent pursuit, black and purple small forms scampering over the green.
At last, the scene of ultimate cute.
It is small, it is purple, and it is currently terrorizing the chipmunk and squirrel population of the school grounds. Someone, it seems, was careless and left out a cup of coffee, or perhaps some sort of energy drink within Lockheed's reach. The poor, poor little rodents.
Movement, absent as it largely is, is all the black beast needs to arouse attention. The eyeless head swings to fix on the movement, motionless again while claws subtly flex in curiosity. Circe hoists herself and the black form pours down from the pillar to trot into the grass. With sufficient distance covered, she drops to another Sphinx-like pose, then raises again. And begins to creep.
Lockheed is hardly so subtle. There's a shaking of foliage in one of the trees, and a squirrel can be seen fleeing its hiding place and bounding across the lawn. Lockheed follows, playfully flying and swooping down the creature- he could catch it if he wanted, but /chasing/ them is so much more fun! Besides, what would he do with one if he caught it? He likes his meat cooked and seasoned, thank you very much. A loud BRAWK echoes across the school grounds.
Circe's little feet move delicately through the grass, just as quiet as the purple one is not. Her tail twitches. Her mouth curls back to answer the roar, baring pointed teeth. She turns to track the flying reptile and begins to creep again. Closer she goes, belly low, and her rear subtly wiggles. Claws flex against the ground.
Lockheed turns, mid-flight upon hearing the electronic creature's response. "Brawk?" is the confused reply. What is this strange creature, and why does it not smell like other animals? Or look like them, for that matter?
Attention drawn to her, any soft and predatory chittering Circe makes breaks to silence, and she flattens further in the grass, belly and head pressed to the ground. Thus she remains, waiting for attention to pass from her again. In that event, she hoists to a crouch, flexes one leg and the other, then bounds toward the dragon and leaps.
Meep! The dragon is /not/ used to the critters fighting back. Metal crashes into scales, and Lockheed goes down, looking rather stunned as he's tackled by something as equally odd as he is. "Mwerrp?"
Momentum nearly rolls the black beast away, but she clings accordingly and wriggles to an angle more suitable. Back legs gather inward and thump the dragon, though with only playful force behind it. The pointed little teeth grasp Lockheed's shoulder, biting with just as little true power.
Aha! It's a game! He likes games! Powerful hind legs try to kick the creature away, reptillian jaw snapping playfully at the metal hide of his 'agressor.' Tendrils of smoke rise from his nostrils as he lets out another frightful (-ly adorable) roar. Fear the X-Dragon!
Lacking ears to flatten, Circe's riposte is only a screech of her own, metal lips curled again. She untangles her limbs from the dragon's own, scooting backwards to drop Sphinx-like on the grass a pace away. The glossy black tail lashes side to side as she kneads claws into dirt, warily staring. After a moment, she advances again, lifting to hind legs to drop on the reptile.
Oho! This time, Lockheed is prepared for her. With a flap of leathery wings, he takes flight to dodge her advance. More smoke is exhaled in her direction as he takes off in an attempt to cloud her vision.
You page, "They're wrestling and playing. Fear the cute." to Lorna.
Circe's opinion is an irritated and lengthy chittering, only ended when she drags a foot back and forth across her head to rid herself of the obscuring smoke. Helpless to pursue the dragon to the air, she instead paces on the grass. The dragon receives a fixed and none too pleased stare.
Aerial attack! The purple reptile swoops down in an attempt to /pick up/ the strange robot-thing and take off with her. Who doesn't like a nice little mid-day flight?
Little pleasure is to be found either in the heights or in diving attackers, whether a true feline or not. As a result, Circe digs claws into the ground and shrieks, somewhere between fear and attempted deterrent. Whichever the case, hastening away across the grass or snatched up and writhing, the black beast has no plans to be still.
Lockheed immediately lets go of her upon hearing the shriek. Okay, there's a new rule in their game now- no flying. He may play at ferocity, but the little empathic creature loathes to hurt anyone (besides that funny-looking English guy- he'd still like to get a bite out of him). A thick, purple tail is swung at the cat-bug-robot-thing in an attempt to throw her off balance.
Ephemeral and fleeting as a cat's - or imitation thereof - attention is, Circe quickly discards the notion of being airborne in favor of the latest threat. Just as she turns, no longer evading flight, she catches a tail and tumbles to her side. Another shriek, simply startled this time, precedes a wriggle toward her back, where she can swipe several times with a glossy black paw toward the dragon.
Jump! Lockheed leaps towards his opponent/playmate in order to tackle her, trying to pin her down. His head tilts back to release an excited burst of flame into the air, away from the both of them. He so rarely gets to play with someone who can keep up with him!
Lying on her back, belly exposed as she is, it is instinct that commands Circe, namely, to curl defensively and swipe again at the dragon. Pinning helps little, belly poised so near to jaws and teeth. So, quite simply, she writhes, paw swiping at the purple muzzle.
Circe recieves a playful nip to the shoulder before Lockheed jumps off of her, moving into a quick run. Tag! She's it!
It simply won't do to have the fun run away. Circe scrabbles to her feet and bounds across the grass in intent pursuit, black and purple small forms scampering over the green.
At last, the scene of ultimate cute.