Felines+Sun=Tourists

[Opearliaeja]

Her vision was shot, due to her pale lids being closed, though the noon sun still slipped beautifully over her pupils, along with the rest of her clothed body. It was the only thing that had dared touch her and not felt repercussions, and she so welcomed that warming hand running over her soft white skin each day. Normally, for this time of year, she would have spent her time lounging in Phuket, Thailand, though she'd heard a passing tourist mention that England, Ireland and Scotland were having extremely unseasonal weather, mirroring that of the Indonesian Isles, and decided to investigate for a day or so. That day turned into a week, and each day she could be seen sprawled across a different Lion statue in Trafalgar Square. They were large figures of resting lions, each in the same position on granite plinths though facing a different direction. Today's king of the urban jungle was facing West, with the woman lying across the back of the large bronze cat, her long legs hardly reaching the base of the tail. It was almost a replacement, these lions, for the real ones, which humans (along with herself) could hardly be so friendly to.

The statues formed the corners of a square which in the middle sat a giant spire, eighteen feet tall. Realistically speaking, the female was a few feet taller than Nelson's Column, which stood prominently in the direction she was lying, with a little man erected at the top. But the last time she'd actually tested this, the human government took drastic measures to cover up the reason (being her) for so many people to evacuate the Square at one time, along with a few fainted people and heart attacks. Today, she appeared just as any other woman, with blond hair to her thighs and sparkling blue topaz eyes, with a figure to die for. The jeans she wore sat above her hips snugly, with just a plain white shirt covering the bra she strapped to herself. By all means, she wasn't too busty, but her breasts easily balanced her shoulders and hips. Her chest rose as she took in a deep breath, held it, then released as a warm sigh. Without bothering to open her eyes, her hands brushed her eyelids and she rolled onto her front (hardly moving an inch from her original spot on the lion's back) with catlike confidence.

So many days of her long life Pearl had spent just relaxing in the sun, enough to rival the giant lions that sat since the 1840s, heating her sensitive flesh. It was such a contrast to her natural form of blue scales, webbing and black spikes, and she enjoyed every moment each shape. But for today, the cool bronze on her front and the sun on her back was enough satisfaction for the Dragon. A silent pang in her heart that made her mind freeze colder than Antarctic winds shattered her peacefulness, and an expression that not even poets could put into words from each language of the world swam across her beautiful heart-shaped face, purely only recognisable as sadness and loneliness intertwined. The shadows couldn't hide it due to the positioning of the sun's light, so she folded her fingers together from both hands, rested her head on her knuckles and tucked her chin toward her throat, hiding her face from most of the bustling people taking photos and enjoying themselves.

(ooc: I apologise to whomever reads/replies to this, it could have been so much better, though I am out of practice.)

[Bloodwing]

Jolly ol' England, what a beautifully old city. The country was almost as old as the beautiful red dragon that flew just above the cloud line. He dodge air planes as they flew by, and laughed silently to himself as he listened to the excited gasps from the people that looked out their window. He was just sure, those people would tell others what they saw today, and would probably be thrown into padded room; while other would keep quiet knowing that no one would believe them anyway.

As he flew he came up behind a small flock of birds. They where oblivious to him., which made him slightly irritated. he liked being the center of attention. He decided to let them know he was there. He pick up a little speed and with s quick snap, chomped one of the birds out of existence.. It was barely even a snack but he mentally smiled as the birds broke rank and scattered in terror.

He was gliding over Trafalgar, the place with those lion statues, when he sensed something he had not sensed in at least a thousand years, and he was now really grumpy because there was no place big enough for him to hide, well except maybe the the sea but that was a long way off. He sighed and dipped off toward the sea. Once in the water the image of a vicious red dragon faded out of existence and was replaced by a pale faced man with short, blood red hair, golden eyes and crimson clothes.He swam to ward the shore as fast as he could, something that without draconic stamina would have been very difficult Steam erupted from his body as he warmed his body up so he could dry off.

Most of the day had passed as he caught cab after cab to get their and he pray that this visitor would still be there. As he walked into the square he had to pushed a cluster of humans with camera's out of his way. the shadow of the spire, which had been facing was before when he was above it was no facing north and was a lot shorter. Anyway he let his nose catch the wind and he quickly found that who ever it was was still there. He ran thorough the tourists and as he followed the scent to a woman lying face down on the statue.

It was a female?! His cold heart skipped a beat at the very thought of it. He looked up at her, her human form was beautiful even by human standards. Also, though he could not see her face he could tell she was unhappy. He realized he was down wind of her. So he walked around the statue so that she could smell him, and walked up to speak but strangely, could find no words to use. His mind seemed to freeze up. and then he heard himself say, "Why the long face on such a lovely day my dear?" But the words came out in draconic, which made a few people, including a translator in the crowd, stare. It made him a bit giddy, getting everyones attention, but their attention soon faltered and they went back to what they where doing. His focus was re-diverted to the woman on the lion statue.

[Opearliaeja]

(ooc: Great post, though I'd recommend Microsoft Word when it comes to sentences and punctuation. Well done

The thoughts streaming through her mind like a river stopped, and time seemed to slow down as the energies in the air above her changed dramatically. Hearing wasn't her best sense, but it was her ears that pricked up on the heavy beating of large wings that could only have fitted a dragon (Gryphons and the like were smaller, and so created less turbulence). The spot on her arm she'd been staring through came into focus as she tuned herself into listening for the dragon above her. Quickly though, it passed, and it seemed to move on, no doubt aware that she was in the vicinity. It didn't cause any distress among the humans though, their ears weren't strong enough to hear the wind being pushed about. Pearl breathed her paused breath out in a slight sigh - having not come across another dragon for a few decades - and closed her eyes, momentarily forgetting the sadness that constricted her throat as sleep crept over her for what seemed like a second.

As the second drew to a close, her ears pricked up again; there was a rustling in the crowds that wasn't normal walking or running. There was confrontation afoot, with the said dragon casting aside happy Asians with snappy cameras. Her lungs sucked in some air as he attempted to make his presence known by walking into the breeze that tickled under her nose. Her striking eyes remained closed as he spoke in the language she guaranteed that no one else could comprehend. His voice was deep, husky, and his tongue lashed the words in his natural accent, though differing slightly from her own. "My face is this length naturally, do you dispute over that?" Pearl answered swiftly, though tiredness laced her Draconian reply. The corner of her lips played in a half-smile, and it showed in her answer's tone; lazy, yet formal, and still picking up on his turbulent heart. Though she was a placid being, she urged herself to find out if she was dealing with a more aggressive species of dragon, or if it was someone like herself.

The only way she could tell that was by gazing upon the male that interrupted her catnap. Her breathing paused as she held it and stretched out her arms and curled her neck slightly. A moment later, she pushed off from the neck of the large lion and spun herself around slowly to face the being speaking to her. Each dragon held a fragment of colour from the natural form in their illusion (whether it be eyes, hair, claws etc), and though she was a bronze dragon, she had blue scales, and could have easily been mistaken for a blue beast in human form. Upon glancing at the culprit who'd pushed his way through the crowds of people, she's immediately assumed he was a red dragon, which were the most aggressive breed of beast that there ever was. If she kept his hostility levels to the shallow end, then the humans around would most likely leave unscathed and content. This didn't show in her expression though, and passed through her brain in a mili-second. Although there was a minute amount of doubt in her mind of what he was, the smokey scent from him asserted her beliefs. He had to be a Red.

His bodily odour contrasted completely with he sea-spray smell, and the smallest of exhalations happened that would have been overlooked as though a simple dust particle had irritated her nose. This male appeared around 27 in human years, though it was always hard to tell how old they really were until she'd witnessed their true shape. His faltering gaze spoke to her far more than his words, which whispered sweet whispers saying there was absolutely no intention within that heart of harming her upon first gaze. Pearl payed no heed to anyone who should have been listening, and would not unless the male did. The humans said 'one should not judge a book by its cover', but the shape his human form took mirrored his personality, with that pointed, angrily-carved brow and wicked thin lips. She had him caught off guard though, which played to her advantage. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" The female dragon asked, furthering their strangely sounding conversation as she crossed one leg over the other comfortably on the lion's back.

(ooc: That turned out better than expected, considering I've had next to no sleep -.- Hope it's enough to work with. Thanks for the reply, btw.)

[Bloodwing]

He smiled in a way that was as wickedly seductive as he could. He had caught her scent earlier and he knew her scales would be metallic which meant he was probably speaking to a human lover. He loved humans too but he preferred to have them in his belly. Also, there were so few dragons left now he saw no need to dwell ancient rivalries between the metallic dragons and the chromatic scales.

At her reply to his comment he had to stifle a chuckle. He had used a rather human figure of speech something very uncommon to dragons and even more so for a red dragon. He was actually a bit embarrassed, but instead showing it he used his wit. “Indeed I do not dispute your looks in fact I’m sure your face is rather pleasing to the eyes but in such a weak form,” He was referring to the human illusion, “it is difficult for me to tell.”

Just then three young humans broke from their parents, and ran through the legs of other tourists and bumped into Bloodwing’s nearly knocking his two legged form over. He looked down at the kids that where now on the ground. After running into someone that was less willing to move than the other humans. The look in his golden eyes was hunger. Oh if this wasn’t the 21st century those children would not be returning to their parents. The children were already backing away in fright, as his natural aura of terror seeped into their little minds.

He grinned at them but quickly turned his attention back to the other dragon. “Would you like to find a more… secluded place to talk?” He asked her. ”Oh, and my name is bloodwing.”

[Opearliaeja]

That smile was something that truly didn't fit the shape of the male's face. It was an attempt to charm her like a snake from a hat, while his angry brow lowered a little and the corners of his lips curled. Pearl simply kept her placid expression, not willing to show the abhorrence swimming below the surface. The pang that twinged her heart growled silently beneath her breast as her eyes sucked up the embarrassment behind his visage. He played easily into that, as much as he hid it. The female dragon folded her fingers from each hand together and used them as a weight counter, pulling on the front of her crossed knee. Once there, she relaxed a little more atop the bronze beast. That relaxation didn't last long at all, however, when the true telling of souls bustled through the crowd, pushing this way and that, turning out to only be a few feet high. That few feet, though, was enough to almost topple over the red-white male, when, one after the other, three boys collided with his legs.

Time seemed to stop, once again, as the male rounded on the three human children. He spilled the truth from his eyes and his aura as he yearned to attack them. Pearl froze, not wanting to say anything whilst in wait for a reaction. She really didn't want to face off with this dragon. There was no such thing as rivalry within the dragon world, just mere hierarchy between the breeds. Red dragons, though one of the strongest, were also the most pompous and negative-emotion based. They were reliable for taking bait. Least of all, the bronze female didn't want to reveal what she was to the human population. Not only would the tourists kill each other to escape, not only would the paparazzi crawl all over her like ants; she wouldn't ever be able to return to Trafalgar square. Tension slipped through the cracks of time as the long paused moment slowly continued to roll on when the male smiled a wicked smile to the boys, then returned his attention to her.

Wonderful.

This whole time, Pearl continued to remain composed, quaintly looking upon the situation with slight interest. He then spoke in their natural language of finding somewhere else to converse. She wouldn't have that. In a singular movement, she shrugged her shoulders and tossed her head to one side, her long sun-bright hair flicking at the ends. The reply came in English, "Not particularly, I'm rather comfortable here, thank you." At the end of her sentence, her electric eyes shot back to lock with his, slowly followed by her face. Her mind breathed a heavy sigh, relieved that he hadn't made a scene. Plainly coloured dragons were well known to not care whether they were discovered or not when it came to altercations which often lead to epic bloody battles. More often than not, they were indeed discovered, even if not in a majorly populated area, but the human government seemed to have a chemical that could wipe certain memories when injected directly into the spinal cord.

Movements past the male caught her attention momentarily; the three boys making rude motions to the red dragon's back. Artists would cry in frustration should they have tried to capture the smile that Pearl released upon her façade to the children, followed by the flickering of her finger-wave. The last battle for justice was horrific for all involved. Observers were forced to have their breakfasts 'returned to sender'. Those humans needed to keep a closer tab on their offspring.

[Bloodwing]

His good mood at finding another dragon was turning to ash in the inferno of his rising anger. He still wanted to get her on his side, and was willing to give a second chance. Maybe he needed to explain things a little better. "I don't consider any of our race to be stupid. He growled. "But these primates surrounding us are another story. They don't know the value of something until it strikes them on the head or in the heart. Maybe I should show them how lucky they are to have a creature as rare as a dragon among them. Remind them of their place, or even have a little snack, or you could give me something else to want, other than the blood of these humans running down my throat. He said threateningly. He was not one to lie about such things he wasn't afraid to turn this little tourist attraction into hell on earth by smearing their blood on the metallic felines.

[Opearliaeja]

The plain expression held on the male's face quickly liquefied to molten lava as she swung her gaze back from the abusive boys (of whom had wandered conveniently away to their parents' cooing). It appeared, although it was the truth, that reply wasn't the correct answer to his question. Opearl's beautiful blond brow dropped from being held to the heavens by her smile as Bloodwing's tone quickened as he spoke in their language. The light scolding visage she had was nothing but a wisp of a warning as he hurriedly. The hell he spoke of was nothing like Pearl scorned, which wasn't something she wanted to carry into the world again. Instead, she retorted, "Don't you growl at me, Bloodwing." It held poison lashing at her words, but just enough to cause a slight burn in his ego. As much as she didn't want to involve herself in a face-off with the red dragon, she was not going to be dictated to. "Those 'primates' are a portion of your food. Why do you honestly want your foods' approval before you devour it?" That sentence would have been enough to at least nibble at a nerve for the male.

The corner of Opearl's lip tugged in a slightly frustrated way, and she breathed a heavy sigh. Amid closed lids, she continued, "You either want my attention, or the attention of these people and mine, no? How very tiresome your life must be." The bronze dragon lent backward on her weight supporting arms. Recently a book had been published on the beliefs of mythical creatures and souls of humans. It spoke of people with severe clinical bipolar disorder possibly being reincarnated dragons. Of course, this was highly unsupported, especially since the humans had no way of defining what type of dragon it was originally; they concluded that all dragons were the same in manic anger and hunger for meat. Opearl snorted at this, and refused to be classed as a being the same as the flame-red-haired male across from her. "But, if it truly makes you happy, being naïve enough to care so much about your next meal..." Pearl trailed off for a moment, asserting her comment with a dismissive shrug.

"But don't assume that blackmaling me will entice me to have more of your company." Toward the end of her english words, the female slipped like cool water off the back of the lion onto her bare feet. Upon resolution of her posture, she locked her intimidating gaze with the red dragon's golden eyes, then broke it with a quaint wink as she strode down off the podium the lion rested on like a quickly moving river through the crowds, her long golden hair happily following behind her. She left him standing there, his threat hanging in the air with no one listening but himself as she slinked through the mass of people.

[Bloodwing]

Blackmail? this wasn't blackmail. Blood wing was having trouble staying quiet. With out such provocation he wanted to change into his original form and destroy everything in site. He wanted to see the steps running in re water falls of blood. He wanted to turn the area int a sea of bodies. and laugh as the brave ones tried to stop him. But no he held back he wanted to IMPRESS this She dragon. Dragons once reined supreme. but now they where nearly gone. His aim was to bring their race back from the brink of extinction if at all possible.

Angry he ran after her. Shoving people out of his way not caring if they where young old men or women. Neither gender nor age mattered to him he just wanted to get back to this dragon that was pushing him of as if he where nothing. He'd show her. How dare she refuse a dragon of his standing. He eventually caught up to her and grabbed her by the arm. "What, do you not care about your own kind?" He wasn't happy if she handled this wrong there would be blood, human blood all over the place.

[Opearliaeja]

Nothing could mistake the heavily booted footfalls as they closed the distance between the female and the owner of said boots for that red dragon. The humans weren't being harmed as he practically rolled through the crowd to catch up to the smoke that he was trying to capture with his hands, and so long as they weren't, she would keep slipping through his grasp, this way and that. She harmlessly slipped through the hoards of people, listening closely to Bloodwing cutting his path through the humans. As she heard the gasp and cry of man who struck a boy as he fell from the angry male, Opearl's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly slowed to a pace that he could catch her in. Lo and behold, his large hand closed around her arm, pulling her to a simultanious stop. As she straightened herself, he demaded her attention as he said "What, do you not care about your own kind?" Such a rhetorical question could have been taken two ways.

One of which was that he wanted to know why she didn't appreciate him and his presence. It was incomprehendable as to why he didn't understand how she felt, but when one had such a high alley built in one's mind, one couldn't stray either side of it. She granted him that much. The other understanding was that he couldn't fathom why she didn't want him as her mate. And there hadn't even been a first date. A quick jolt of lightning-like reflexes from her shoulder and elbow, and she was freed from his tight grip. Her eyes locked furiously with his, not letting any of that emotion other than intimidation slip through her sharp pupils. They weren't more than an inch from each other, but being three inches or so shorter, it was a fact that she wasn't level in eye-height. "Of course I care for my kind," she answered in her bitter-sweet tone of English. "But I care not for you. You're like a spoilt wyrmling." A few milimeters were lost as she shifted slightly closer. "So used to getting its' way, and yet one rejection and it loses its' temper. No. I couldn't care for you."

The gap increased again as she leant backward into her step. "But the question is, do you know why?" Her viciously cold gaze slitted through her lids. "The answer; you brought this upon yourself. You cannot force a tree to grow a particular way." At that, once again, she turned her back, confident in the danger that could possibly have arisen like the hackles on her dragon form. A few more feet and she would be out of the square and into one of the surrounding busy streets, filled with round-abouts and double-decker buses.

[Bloodwing]

It was safe to say that red dragons had a short fuse. And more to the truth was that they didn't even need one to be set off. But he had tried he really had he tried being nice but she he had done it She had pissed him off. He had even held himself back bottled up his anger. She had jut uncorked that bottle and now there would be a heavy toll to pay. He looked around and grabbed the first child that entered his sight. He grabbed a small boy bay placing his palm on the boy's face. Before the boy could figure out that he was in trouble Bloodwing closed his hand crushing the boys skull in his hand.

He grinned as he felt blood bone and brain run down his hand. and suddenly every eye was on him. the mother of the boy screamed and and the father rushed him. His mistake, Bloodwing jabbed forward with his clean hand the was the sound of bone being smashed as he rammed his hand through the mans rib cage and pushed the mans heart out of his back. A couple other men from the crowd ran at him at once. Bloodwing opened his mouth and out came o wave of white hit fire which engulfed everything in its path including the bawling mother. He pushed over the burning bodies as the scrambled around in a panic trying to beat the flames away. He chuckled to himself as tourists and locals alike went insane with confusion and grief. He wasn't done the best part had yet to come.

His body became a blur and the blur began to grow. Until it filled the area affected by the fire. Suddenly standing in the crowd of hundreds of panicking people was an enormous red dragon. This dragon was angry. From this new line of sight he saw the British police who had come to try and detain his meek human form start backing away. He swiped with his massive claws taring through the people and sending them flaying. He snapped with his jaws Picked up crushed and swallowed a person as they tried to run away. Then he opened his great may and let loose a torrent of white hot dragon fire pour onto the ground and laughed as some where incinerated while others caught fire and burned to death. "You could have prevented this. He said in a deep booming voice."

[Opearliaeja]

There. She'd hit the nerve. Though it really wasn't hard to it. Like a cow in the middle of a road with a car speeding along it, compared to a mouse. Boy oh boy did he have a short fuse indeed. And many of them at that. Each human in his line of sight hit that same nerve that she provoked. Without stopping in her tracks as he let himself loose upon the population, Opearl assessed the situation. As much as she had been pressing his buttons, the tables turned as he begun jabbing at hers by killing humans. He really could learn from them, but she hardly thought he cared to. They were food to him. The justice stone in her stomach clawed at the lining to send her into battle with the red dragon, but she refrained, steadily walking onto the footpath designated for people walking down the street. The only way he would learn that she wouldn't obey him like a domesticated canine was to let him break the English population. She would not react to his outburst of anger. This destruction would only sate one of his two hungers.

The hunger for blood.

The other satisfaction was walking further away from him with each human he murdered. A very silent tear streaked down her cheek and fell from her chin. He wouldn't be happy to see what she had done, from high up in the heavens. The guilt of the lives lost weighed like tar upon her lumpy, pure dragon heart. The way he reacted was like he didn't even hear what she had said. Like the female was speaking another language, and that he was going by her turning away to decipher a "No." Whatever she had said, his response would have been the same. It just differed as to what she would do in retaliation. The only thought that brought sanctuary was that he would be approached by the magical community very soon as a pest to be brought under control. And Opearl would not be a part of that. She was right to be wary of him from the start, right to assume with a decline came repocussions.