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"Not quite how I imagined I would meet my dragon." Asta, a few miles north, in a random clearing with her new dragon.
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He called for Zeus and climbed on him, following the silhouette of the golden and black beast who'd taken her, slow but within sight. I hope that was her dragon.
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"Uh. So. Im... Asta? Okay now this feels stupid, im talking basically to a wall here-" She paced, glancing at the docile dragon, sitting like a dog.
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Ethan neared where she'd disappeared into the semi-wooded area. Zeus dove down and landed in the trees, E slipped off easily and crept through the wood till he saw them, Zeus stayed back. He was- well- watching from a ways off. He was not hiding, he was inconsipuously nearby leaning on a tree. Edited at January 21, 2023 10:37 PM by iArema
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Castor suddenly picked his head up, scurrying toward her. He pinned his ears (I dunno if they have hole ears or floppy things- I dunno-) and curled his tail around her anxiously, looking into the trees. "Uhm- Is ThIs- A HuG?"
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Undecided- you can choose)) Ethan narrowed his eyes, amused. He was easily three trees back, some spacing was between them with a few saplings, and gaining, aiming behind a tree as he walked closer, surprisingly quiet. She was further away than he had expected. So he went up. Thankfully it was an oak. He eased up, careful in his choice of branch.
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Castor looked out into the trees, his small ears flickering back and forth whil Asta stared at him in confusion. "'So. Uh. Whats a nice dragon like you doing in a clearing like this?" She patted his tail awkwardly.
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Ethan inched further out onto the branch and finding a nice fork to peer through the leaves at them. A little hard to see through the leaves. Getting a little distracted at seeing a dead stick, he pulled out the Kukri from his belt. He started feathering at the base of the stick.
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"Er- you can let me go now, dude- not gonna run away-" She squirmed slightly, wriggling out of Castors tail.
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A most of the shavings fell to the ground, carving in a pattern like a beaver wo(od)uld, then he snapped off it off. The dragon already knows, so.. He put the small branch infront of him in the fork. He put the Kukri back in its sheath and continued his watching.
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