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Ska'arq wasn't quite dead- in fact, he was thousands of years far from it. Dragons lived a painfully long time. Although he was often cheerful and energetic during the day, he took advantage of his height in a different way. If he was above the others, they couldn't get a closer look at his eyes. He was actually exhausted. At least every other night he was plagued with nightmares. They were usually about the same things. His sisters, his mothers, the children... But they ranged in intensity. Tonight had been particularly bad. Ska'arq didn't want to go back to sleep. Tears were streaming down his own face, and he used the light from the moon to guide him through the shadowed forest as he tried to escape his thoughts. The desperate screaming of his sister wouldn't stop. As he pulled in a shuddering breath, the beast froze.Was someone else nearby?
Holding his breath, he listened. There it was again. Someone else was crying. Who else would be up so late at night? Raising a hand to swiftly flick the moisture from his face, he carefully approached the sound. The lake came into view, and he spotted a hunched over form weeping at it's edge. It was Pad! For a moment he watched through the trees, figurative brows furrowed as he wondered what caused him to become upset. Pushing himself through the undergrowth, Ska'arq approached the water's edge as he quietly sat down next to Pad. In a wordless gesture of comfort, his tail swept around until it formed a small circle around the ghostly feline. "Is something wrong?" he asked quietly. Obviously, something was- but it was a standard question, inviting the other person to speak his mind.
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD -
In his trance-like state, his consciousness barely registered Ska'arq's arrival, or the dragon's tail circling around him. It was the low, rumbling voice that startled Pad back into reality. Is something wrong? The demon flinched, gaze snapping around to see who had spoken. "Don't scare me like that!"
He had to take a moment to collect his scattering thoughts, the thoughts he couldn't even begin to decipher on his own. As for if something was wrong? "No! Yes... I don't know, " If he had been in a stable state of mind, Pad would of forced Ska'arq away. But, dear Lord, Pad was ready to fall to the ground and beg for a release from this hellish limbo. He heaved out a puff of dead air, giving a shudder against the chill his apparition created when he was upset over something. Ska'arq could be considered trustworthy, he supposed.
The ghost temporarily relaxed, allowing himself to sink into the welcoming mud. His eyes were still glazed over with emotion, but either way, he wouldn't of able to see that the dragon had been crying himself. "What does it matter to you?" There was no trace of malice or resentment in his rasping voice, it was an honest question that wondered if Ska'arq would actually care about what Pad thought was wrong with himself and the world.
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Ska'arq was a caring creature. Whether it was caused by his guilt, if it was genuinely his personality, or a mixture of both- it would never be known. His stare was locked onto the distant feline, concern evident in his features as he lacked a response to his movements. He jumped when Pad did, but said nothing as the other stammered uncertainly. Ska'arq wasn't the type to hold grudges. In fact, he generally forgave others within a day. It hadn't been long ago when the dragon had snapped at Pad for his fish net prank, but there were no traces of resentment in his eyes. He had never seen him like this before, and Ska'arq was worried."What does it matter to you?" the ghost asked. He sounded so... hollow. It wrenched at his heart to see anyone in such a state.
Ska'arq bent down towards Pad, his snout gently pressing against the feline's side before he pulled away. Patience, sadness; the cyan and blue vials were glowing, casting a mixed glow on the two beings. Dashes of it rippled on the water's surface as the waves rippled in. "Because I care," he finally said. And it was true. No one - and he meant no one -deserved to suffer in silence. Not if he could help it. "I don't want you to be upset and alone." They were BlizzardClanners. Both of them. Albeit indirectly, they were family.
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD -
So Ska'arq did care. Or he was lying to try and get something out of him. His groggy mind didn't even want to think of the latter option, aching to pour his woes onto someone else for a change. But where could he even begin to start? Pad's memory couldn't reach back that far, so he gave a shuttering sigh, "Okay, what do you want to know?"
Maybe they could share their sorrows together. It was an alien concept to him, to share feelings but he had sunken low enough to join a clan, how much lower could he possibly go? If he kept reducing his standards, Pad could quite possibly find his place in hell finally. It would be nicer there, he imagined, plenty of souls that were from similar situations like his. As he fantasized about wrecking havoc on mortals with fellow demons, he began to idly trace out circles in the mud, luminescent optics fixed on the lake's murky waters.
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Ska'arq gently lowered himself onto his belly, eyes locked onto Pad as the ghost stared out over the lake. What do I want to know? "I'm not here to interrogate you," he said. "I'm here to listen to whatever you're comfortable with sharing." It hadn't crossed the dragon's mind that he, for the first time in his life, might share about himself too. He had always kept himself strangely vague, despite how open he was with others. "I can't say I'll fully understand what you're going through - I was never there - but I can help share the burden." Maybe that was all anyone needed. A friend to help them in need. It seemed there were many sad people in BlizzardClan. He made a mental note to do something about it. Ska'arq watched Pad draw circles in the mud, patiently waiting for him to speak his mind. He would stay up all night if it was needed.
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD -
He wanted to snap in retaliation that he didn't know what exactly to share, but the ghost bit down on his tongue, only lessening his bite when the familiar taste of metal and salt notified him that he had broken skin in his concentration. He couldn't force Ska'arq away, not yet. There was a pause in the flow of conversation, as Pad attempted to collect the little thoughts that plagued him.
The words that slipped from his jaws were certainly ones he never thought would be vocalized. "Have you ever wanted to... just fade away from existence? Just to finally escape from this world?" Now that Pad said it, it seemed crazy, insane. He would of mentioned death, but that bittersweet release was an invalid option for a restless soul like him. The only way for him to be at peace was for someone to take the time to find his bones, deep in a labyrinthe forest, and give his ancient remains a proper burial. That was impossible, a supermarket had probably been slapped down over his death grounds by now.
He gave a chuckle that was on the verge of being a broken sob, "I don't wanna be here anymore, Squawk, it's not fair." Even as Pad dryly giggled over his existential crisis, he still used the silly nickname he had given for the dragon. Gradually, his hysterical laughter gave way to a coughing fit, his dead lungs straining to clear themselves of water and blood. His hacking subsided shortly afterwards, although he had to ease his labored breathing. "Ah, who the fuck am I kidding? You're alive! You wouldn't ever understand." His voice trailed away into a quiet whimper. The lake was kind of scenic that night, the reflected sliver of a crescent moon distorting and twisting as the darkened waters rippled, waves slapping onto the muddy shore with a humble rhythm.
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"Have you ever wanted to... just fade away from existence? Just to finally escape from this world?"He knew something was wrong. He had noticed something was off when Pad had spoken bitterly at the wedding. He should have acted on it. It was his fault it had gotten to this point. But Ska'arq didn't have time to think about that. Tonight wasn't about him- and it certainly never would be. As Pad fell silent again, the dragon lowered himself onto his belly, resting his chin on his feet. "More than anyone knows," he commented quietly. He'd wished death upon himself many times. It was two days after the completion of his final vial that he considered taking his own life. Guilt seemed to be the only thing that kept him tethered to life. Until he had found BlizzardClan, that is.
His cyan optics flicked over to Pad as the choked sob tore its way from his maw. Squawk. That was the nickname the feline had given him. He didn't particularly mind it, but the use of it in this situation deepened his concern. His feelings were justified as he began hacking and coughing. The dragon stiffened, prepared to help, when he quieted down. Ska'arq had never tried it out before, as he had only observed it, but he was aware comforting contact did wonders when others were sad. A wing slowly stretched itself away from the beast's side and over Pad, resting lightly on his shoulder as he tried to bring him closer. If he was right, the gesture would help with the situation.
"Yes, I am alive. If it hadn't been for BlizzardClan, I doubt that I still would be." An idea flashed through his mind. It would only be for an hour, but perhaps-?
It was vague, but Ska'arq remembered the moment Pad had held one of his vials in his claws. He had tried it on himself, but nothing had happened. It still vexed him. It seemed to have upset him when nothing happened. He didn't want to do it again, especially with the blue vial. Ska'arq didn't know what to say, so he spoke anyway. "Sadness and anger are normal." A typical start. "Anger leads to sadness, which is connected to remorse and guilt." Was he being too analytical? Ah, well. It was his notes. It couldn't be helped. "Anger allows oneself to cope with any stress they may be under. Sadness as well. Sadness can carve the path to happiness. There is always sunshine after the rain." What was he saying? He had no idea. Ska'arq was internally panicking. Pad was strange to him. He wasn't physically alive. He had no idea how anything affected the dead. His research was likely invalid. "Pad- look. You're in BlizzardClan now. We're all family here. That certainly includes you." A pause. "And if you don't want family, then I can be your friend."
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
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While he lingered on what Ska'arq hinted at with his first few phrases, the dragon continued to speak, throwing statistics and philsophy at him. One of his wings stretched out and gingerly covered over his back, sending a wave of pain throughout his spine. He tensed, before allowing Ska'arq to pull him closer until Pad could practically feel Ska'arq throbbing heartbeat against his warm scales. His own pelt was cold to the touch, reminding anyone that dared to brush by him how he was, to put it simply, dead. The pressure from Ska'arq's wing did cause the fatal wound on his back to burn, but Pad didn't care. In fact, he pressed his head against Ska'arq's side, intent on listening to his heart. It was kind of calming, and it gave the ghost a chance to organize his brain for once.
Pad only heard snippets of what he assumed Ska'arq to be analyzing his emotions, but towards the end, he perked. "A... friend? " The spirit hadn't known any one as a close friend since the girl from the old, old village, the one he had given the ripped hem of his cloak to, the one stained with old tears and older tree bark. "That would be nice." A nostalgic smile spread across his tear-stained face.
"Ya know, me and my old friend used to lay down on hills and look at the stars. She would love all the stories of the little patterns up there- something called, uh, constellations? Yeah, she was the best. She would of loved to see a dragon." Hell, was that girl passionate. Passionate about anything remotely new, and exciting. Anything strange for others, anything that needed a companion to trust, to love. His smile fell into a frown. "She ain't here any more, she's probably forgotten all about me." A small sniffle came from the feline, not willing to meet Ska'arq's cyan eyes.
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pADPAD DON'T WORRY
I'M CRYING TOO
it's 5 in the morning and hoo boy howdy does it turn my skills to shit
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Ska'arq was reassured when Pad accepted his gesture. His notes had been correct. As the feline's freezing body pressed against his, his tail quivered involuntarily. He stayed put, however. He moved his head to the side so that he could watch him as he sat under his wing. Pity squeezed his chest as the other repeated his words. The dragon offered a smile.During his time on the shore, Ska'arq had sunken into the mud a little. It was comfortable. The wet soil was cool against his belly, and he had begun to nod off when Pad was speaking again. His eyes became wide open again, fixated on the ghost as he shared about himself. He seemed to have been close with this girl. It wasn't surprising that the sight of him was exciting. Dragons were quite rare. "Yeah- they're called constellations. Pictures in the stars." He himself didn't know any of the stories; it wasn't often he talked with others late at night. He had only done it with his sisters, when he was still conducting his research. His figurative brow furrowed as Pad sniffled. He was here to cheer him up, but there was nothing wrong with crying. Ska'arq lifted his head until he could peer at the stars.
"You know," he hinted quietly, "I've never heard stories about the constellations before. Do you remember them?" He was aware of a few of their names. Orion, the Big Dipper, Gemini, Tauros... But that was about it. His eyes flickered back to Pad.
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD -
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Constellations. He was right- at least his memory-related to vocabulary wasn't shit. Nearly all the constellations up there were named and explained by the Greeks, so Pad wasn't exactly well versed in the specific story details, but he could improvise. He shifted to get a better view, drying eyes flicking about in an attempt to locate one. Raising a paw, he motioned towards the stars hovering above them, "See that one? That star is Polaris. It's the brightest star in the sky. And the center. If you can find it, you can find any constellation, depending on the seasons, I guess." Many nights he had used the Northern star as a compass, back when he was a listless and wandering child. His mother taught him the trick. Could he even remember her? He tried to create a mental image based off of himself, but nothing remotely familiar was conjured. Pad's paw drifted across the sky, tracing what looked like a crooked 'W'. "There's Casseiopeia, she's the queen." He tilted his head, trying to make out the related constellation as he pointed to it, "And there's her king, Cepheus. And they had a daughter, Andromeda." The starry princess was a bit harder to find, due to her only being visible at certain times of the year, but tonight, she was present, so the ghost directed Ska'arq's attention to the stars as he connected them with his paw.
"Casseiopeia was really stuck-up, and she said she was prettier than the Nerieds, which were the sea nymphs. Poseiden, the Greek god over the sea and water, overheard and forced Cassiopeia to sacrifice Andromeda to a sea monster, by chaining her to a rock out in the ocean. Perseus, some heroic guy, showed up with Medusa's head- Medusa was a snake lady who could turn people into stone if they looked at her eyes- and rescued Andromeda. Then Cassiopeia decided to become even more of a bitch, and plotted to have Perseus killed. Before she could do it, Perseus hit 'em with the Medusa, and they became statues." Pad tried to tell the mythos slowly, he doubted Ska'arq had any grasp on human concepts, so he explained things briefly as to not interrupt the flow.
"The gods punished Cassiopeia by putting her in the stars, so as the sky turns, she will hang upside down half the time. She never falls into the horizon because she insulted the nymphs, and Cepheus is placed away from her, so they can't talk. And Andromeda is up there because she is the great-grandma of Hercules or something like that."
Finished with his tale, Pad went quiet, a thoughtful shadow of a smile on his maw. Maybe having Ska'arq around as an outlet wasn't so bad. It was the first time he had felt truly relaxed around someone in centuries. As he pondered, he tried to rack his brain for any other stories the dragon would enjoy. The one he had told was a favorite of the girl's, so the demon had began with that.
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Ska'arq was relieved as Pad understood his hint. He followed Pad's pointing as he looked at the directed star. With interest, he continued to follow the feline's paw as he pointed at each constellation. He listened to the stories in silence. Polaris? He'd heard of that one before, but he couldn't remember where. Wasn't it also called the North star? He had followed it once. Everyone else did- he had wanted to know why they did it. Nothing had happened. His gaze flickered up to Cassiopeia. She seemed like a terrible queen, and he frowned....What's a sea nymph? he thought to himself. He refrained from asking the question, eyes still fixed on Pad as he listened. Poseidon. Andromeda. Greek. Perseus. Medusa. Cepheus. Hercules. So many names. Although he had tried his best to keep up, he couldn't help but scrunch up his muzzle in confusion by the end of his telling. His mind was reeling, but he was fascinated all the same. Humans came up with a story like that based on a W-like shape in the stars? Incredible. Optics wide with wonder, he turned away from the demonic feline to stare at Cassiopeia. "Wow," he said at last, too awestruck to muster much else. "You remembered all that? That's incredible." his head turned to the stars yet again as he sought out the constellation in his mind. Ah- there it was. One, two, three- yep. "What about that one?" he asked, claw directed at Orion's belt.
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD -
He tried to ignore Ska'arq's confused expression, and simply smirked in pride at his amazement. "Yeah, dunno how I remember that fairytale and not my own family." Pad shrugged. He knew what his family was. A mother, and a younger brother. He had long forgetten the fact that he had looked nothing like them. They had dark olive skin, emerald eyes, and ebony hair. He was, in short, pasty white and brunette. Pad, although back then he was Beck, was truly the son of two farmers, who were killed on suspicions of harboring persecuted gypsies. Beck had been so young, he didn't even remember their loving faces, or their cooing voices. All he could recall was their deaths, burned to a crisp with their home, as he was taken under the wing of a fleeing Romani, who was already burdened with an unborn son.
Ska'arq's voice brought him out of his fading memories, as he finally pointed out Orion's belt. "Orion? Lemme think for a sec... oh yeah, the hunter." This one didn't have as many names to keep track of. "The star you're pointing at is the middle of his belt. The rest of him is here," Pad finished the rest of the constellation for the dragon as he started off, "And he's got his dogs, Canis Major and Minor, right behind him. Orion basically said he could hunt and kill any animal on Earth. So the goddess of the Earth, Gaia, got pissed and sent a scoprion to defeat him. Orion couldn't kill off the scorpion with an arrow because of its armor- lucky bastard- and to avoid it, he jumped into the ocean.
Apollo, the sun god, saw an opportunity to take action or whatever, and pointed out to his twin, Artemis, the hunting goddess, a little speck in the sea. He dared her to shoot it, and she did, only to find out that she just killed her BFF, Orion. Artemis begged the other gods to revive him, but they refused. So, she put him up in the stars, so she could always see him. The scorpion ended up being Scorpio, but you won't see it tonight, because they are never in the same sky, otherwise they would fight again." He stopped to take a breath. These stories really winded him sometimes. Not that he even had functional lungs in the first place, but Pad didn't want to think about that.
"Ya know, I've always wanted to be a constellation myself, since I was...killed. I mean, I'm already dead, why not let me have a little spotlight in the stars, right?" He turned his gaze to Ska'arq for a moment, staring blankly before giving a shiver and placing his chin upon his paws.
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He briefly frowned at the feline's mention of his family, but didn't press on the matter. Ska'arq still remembered his family well- too well. Not his father, though. The male had left long before their hatchday. The memories of his siblings were tainted with blood, and the memory of his mother was tainted with rejection. No, he didn't want to remember his family. But unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about that.
Guiltily starting as he realized Pad had been speaking, he did his best to tune in. A scorpion, the god of Earth... jeez, why were star stories so complicated? He looked back up at Orion. His jaws opened, ready to ask where Scorpio was, when the question was answered for him. Oh. As the story was concluded, Ska'arq was left with his thoughts. At some point during the story telling, he had sat up, but the beast resumed a laying position as he eyed the stars reflected on the lake. His eyes locked on the ghost as he spoke up again. His head tilted curiously. Unlike Pad, Ska'arq was terrible with humor. He was quite dense, honestly. But he tried. Twitching his wing, he nudged the boy's shoulder as he flashed him a grin. "But you are a star!" he teased. "You always seem to be the center of attention. And check it out- you're a Paladin! Better than me, that's for sure." Could that be considered a joke? He had no idea. The dragon's sides expanded and fell as he took a deep breath. He was trying to stay up for Pad's sake, but he was losing the battle as the sleepy dragon's body relaxed, his chin sinking between his hands as his eyes closed.
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
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At least Ska'arq was keeping this lighthearted. Lucifer, Pad was depressing at times. He gave a wary smirk at the shoulder nudge, and the smirk widened into a smug smile at the dragon's words. "Yeah. Yeah! I'm the best damn star in this entire hellhole!" Pad rose to his muddied feet, placing a paw on his narrow chest, mocking a public speaker. "I, Paladin Pad, hereby decree that there shall be no more rules in BlizzardClan. Enjoy the anarchy, my loyal worshippers." he hoarsely giggled, voice carrying out over the lake and to an imaginary audience. An audience he would never have.
He flopped down back in his spot underneath Ska'arq's leathery wing, in a relatively better mood. He couldn't help but turn to the dragon, already growing tired of his antics. Ah, what did he expect. Mortals couldn't exist solely on spiritual energy. They needed food, water, sleep, care, the list went on. In a selfish attempt to keep Ska'arq from falling asleep, he prodded him in the scaly side. "Hey, why don'tcha tell a story now? It's your turn." Did dragons have their own myths and legends, separate from non-mythical creatures? Ska'arq didn't know much about the constellations, or anything relatively human, but perhaps he had just been sheltered in childhood. Although, Pad was willing to listen to anything just to keep his mind off of his pitiful existence.
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Ska'arq had a problem with falling asleep without meaning to. All-nighters were a generally common thing for him, but he would say 'just for a few minutes' when suddenly the sun's coming up. Oops. He was still awake as Pad boasted to a false audience, lips twitching into a smile. It faded away as he slipped further into the grasp of sleep. When Pad's freezing paw jabbed his side, he jerked, head pulling back.His turn to tell a story? Oh. He wasn't a particularly good storyteller. Ska'arq never asked to hear stories about the older days from his mother. His focus had been on his research.
With the signature 'I'm up, I'm up' intake of breath, the dragon lifted his head as he peered into the distance thoughtfully. "Um..." he began lamely. What could he tell?
"Well... I'm not really good at telling stories, but um..." he trailed off, drawing a blank. His gaze drifted down to his necklace. Maybe that would work?
"...Happiness was the first vial I ever made, y'know," he said, flicking the one that held the pale yellow liquid. He normally accepted the feelings of guilt, but he didn't want to be held back this time around. Reaching up with a hand, he plucked the blue vial from his lace, gently nestling it in the ground so it wouldn't fall over and spill. The liquid had become black. "It was uh... fifteen years ago that I made it. It took an entire year." He sighed, absently tapping it with his claw. "I hand-crafted it myself. The glass and everything." Pad had kept his word and had taken care of his red vial when the dragon was injured. That trust carried on as the pink vial glowed faintly. He plucked the blue vial from the ground, holding it out to Pad.
"If you look closely at the markings, they're not just for show. It's how the emotion is able to be contained in liquid form." He then tapped on his neck. "I had to implant things under my skin. When the vials are close enough to the implants, they can activate normally. I can't feel anything without my vials, but my nerves still send messages to my brain when I'm supposed to feel something. I guess I'm just lacking something? I don't know. But these implants intercept the messages and cause a reaction in the vials. I don't really know how I got it to work... But I just sorta, absorb the essence of the vials? And voilà, I can feel." he looked down and shrugged. That wasn't really a story, but it was something. "So if you were ever wondering why my vials don't work when they're in my hands, that's why." He took the blue vial back, clipping it into the lid. The liquid inside seemed to gain color again, becoming a recognizable shade of blue- but it didn't glow.
"A lot of people don't seem to recognize what each vial means. Can you? I'm not expecting you to know all of them, but still..." He didn't want others to know, but he also did. He was conflicted about it.
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/ omg i'm late
That wasn't exactly a story, but Pad wasn't exactly one to care, either. He listened with intent, leaning forward to investigate the vial when it was held out to him. How did Ska'arq learn all of this? Pad was 529 years old according to his calender, and he still couldn't even begin to piece together the puzzle that was his existence. It was a lot to take in. Science and shit like this were never Pad's top subjects in the school of street-smarts.
Then came the challenge. Name all the emotions? Piece of devil's food cake.
"Alrighty, there's, um, thirteen, yeah, thirteen. Red is pain, and probably anger. The yellows are happiness- like ya said- and the other one... excitement? Orange, no idea, hold on," This was harder than he thought. Pad scrunched his eyes shut, trying to envision all the different emotions someone could have, "Bravery? Next one... worry, the yellow-green is clearly sickness, green is luck- like the Irish. Jealousy, ever heard of the term, green-eyed?" It took a bit of digging through his vast knowledge, but it seemed that humans had a lot of ways they used color to represent emotions, and he was mainly going off of that, "Blue is sadness, everyone knows that, the lighter blue is peacefulness? No, patience. Purple could be a lot of things, but it mostly glows when you're scared, so I'm gonna go with fear. And magenta lights up when you're around new people, so curiousity. How did I do?" That was all of them. He sat up, beaming up at Ska'arq in confidence.
Oh, wait he skipped one, the pink one that was currently glowing. "Wait, the pink one is..." Dramatic pause. "Love," Pad giggled with a childish kissy face, before slowly realizing what it glowing now meant. A baffled expression crossed his face, slowly morphing into that of concern. "Why's it glowing? You don't... like me, do ya?" A cold rush of blue came to his cheeks. What? How? Why? In his state of confusion, he tried to cover the growing blush on his freezing cheeks with his paws, tucking his head next his chest, almost like a turtle. Pad thought he would never find himself saying this, but oh, Dear Lucifer, please let him be wrong.
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Ska'arq was quiet as he listened to Pad take on his challenge, a smile growing on his features as pride lit up his vial. He was missing some, but he was getting the vast majority. Nodding along with him, there was a stupid grin on his face by the time the ghost had finished. He clapped softly a few times before looking down at his necklace. "Wow, you got a lot of them!" he rumbled happily. In the same order as Pad, he pointed to the vials. "Red contains anger and pain, like you said. Pale yellow contains happiness. Bright yellow is excitement, but it also contains pride. Also when I'm feeling smug. You're right about orange- it contains bravery. Yellow-orange contains my frustration, worry, and nervousness. And yeah, yellow-green is when I'm feeling sick, but it also contains tranquility. I think you'll be able to tell when I'm feeling which one. Bright green is lucky, yeah. Dark green is envy, disgust, and jealousy... Dark blue contains a lot, I think. Sadness is the big one, but it has other derivatives like dejection and guilt and depression. Cyan is patience and hope. Purple has respect and fear in it. And magenta is thoughtfulness and curiosity!" His head snapped in Pad's direction at the mention of love, as well as the teasing. Surprisingly, rather than anger, the joy was replaced with sadness. "...Sorry, but no... Pink contains trust. Love is really complex and uh, I don't know if I could ever contain it in a vial. I don't know if I can ever feel it." For a while he was silent, trapped in his own worries, but he shook himself free of it. "But you still did a really good job guessing." Pad was looking for stories, wasn't he?"Um... how about the first time I felt anger? That could be considered funny." Right? "For some reason it doesn't happen anymore, but back then, when I put on each full vial for the first time, I felt their effects. Sssooo you can probably guess how that went. But when I got mad for the first time," he chuckled, "I was quite literally hopping up and down with rage. It took a while before I was able to control my anger. I think a couple trees were lost that day." The dragon lapsed into silence, remembering the better parts of his past.
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD