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    There was just one tiny problem with his plan to make his fire. He'd run out of wood.


    He could use up all his lighter fluid and be fine, that was no big deal. Fire powers, man. But he...he couldn't light a proper fire without wood. Sticks, logs, whatever it was. Whatever he had and could use. But he had nothing. So you know what that means...forest trip! Oh boy.


    He always found himself a little on edge when he was by himself, considering everyone lately had seemingly put a price on his head. Good thing he'd recovered from just about everything, every injury he'd gotten as of late. He had the strength and body to fight back again should the need arise. Then again, watch there be a winged lion or dragon on fire or some sh!t to get him. Jesus Christ.


    Letting out a long sigh as he leaped over a rather large fallen tree, he nearly fell over when he heard rustling in the leaves. His first instinct was to ready himself for conflict, but after a few moments of waiting, he realized there was...nothing. Then he noticed a small pile of leaves...moving.


    Cautiously he approached it, gingerly pushing some of the leaves aside. And immediately laying eyes on shiny scales.


    Instead of finding someone who wanted to beat the sh!t outta him, he found a dragon. And not just any dragon. It was a baby. A baby dragon.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Now, the baby dragon hadn't just been zapped into existence by the hand of some meddling god. Quite the opposite, really; the child had just strayed very far from his nest, and, well, he was lost, even if he'd been lost hours ago as well and still had yet to return to his rightful home with his other siblings (who he had yet to see, by the way. He could see their eggs, of course, white and dented like rocks or the moon up above, but his attention had easily been captured by a butterfly moments after he'd hatched and soon enough, he wasn't in Kansas anymore). Now he was nosing his way out of leafy foliage, curious whimpers sounding from his otherwise silent maw. He'd seen a shape in the distance, a little one, scuttling ahead of him - if only he could follow it, maybe, just maybe, he'd get back to his nest?


    - But he thought such things far too soon. Just as he'd started squirming, trying to get past the leaves that bordered him on all sides, they were pushed away and a strange, rather ugly face glared down at him. A face that, with a squeak, sent him reeling back and tumbling right where he'd been before in his predicament, the scaly points decorating the area around his face puffing up immediately like a mane, which lost their intimidation factor quickly when you put it together with his odd position, laying on his back upside down with his haunches leaning on a tree rather precariously.


    His stomach growled.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]"Remember when we had dragons in Eden?" The question was directed to Alfred, of course, but his gaze was on the child. Actually, that reminded him of something... didn't he use to have a dragon companion sometime ago? That *er was probably the size of a small house, oops. "It's cute," he would echo lamely.


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    As the dragon squeaked and fell back, Alfred jumped backward and tried to keep his balance. The ebony feathers of his wings fluffed out in shock and surprise, but didn't stay close to his sides in case he felt they were needed. Obviously they wouldn't be, but it was still rather funny to see him all poofed up and sh!t.


    Derrick didn't help at all, but at least he didn't jump five feet in the air. What...? Oh. Right. [color=#3a9ddd]"Uh...dragon." Dragon...a f#cking dragon. He remembered back at the castle dragons would occasionally roam about, until Cavalry decided to slaughter them all because they just weren't useful. Or something like that. He raised the babies he could hide in secret, it was great. He wondered how they were doing from time to time, like now. Yet, he also had this one dragon in particular to worry about.


    And of course, Lucien brought that up. Huh. [color=#3a9ddd]"Yeah. They loved me." He joked lightly, letting out a small chuckle at the memory. Lowkey dragon dork. [color=#3a9ddd]"Cute, yeah. Lost, probably. Cass needs to be here..." He wasn't the reptile fanatic, but Cassius on the other hand...


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    Tilting his head a bit, Alfred wagged his tail a few times and made sure the small reptile wasn't injured and that was the only reason it didn't just run away. He couldn't have been the only one expecting the dragon to run free. That's what wild animals did, right? What? The dragon was technically wild.


    He heard it's stomach growl, and bit the inside of his cheek. Pixel said he was this thing's dad or something and he found his ears begging to burn. One, that word in particular wasn't something he wanted to hear. Jester f#cked that seemingly innocent or slightly kinky word for him. But he didn't say that.


    "It's stomach's growling. I don't know how to feed a dragon, they're all drastically different."


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    Now Gideon had never actually seen a dragon before. He hadn't seen a lot of animals before, really, but the main focus was the dragon. A baby, and quite cute. Perhaps if he ever came across one he would keep it, too. His head cocked to the side as he approached, just hearing the bit about Lucien and Alfred having dragons in Eden or something along those lines. That sounded pretty cool, giving Gideon a whole other outlook on his comrades. He needed to remember that even though he knew them, he didn't know them. Hm.




    "Just let it gobble up Pixel, I'm sure it'll be fine," he joked, casting the femme an apologetic glance.
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