Posts by Loudpaw

✦ ✧ ✦ Dark, warm and comforting that’s how he feels. He knows nothing else but the darkness that envelopes him, his body presses against his prison and he knows soon he will outgrow it. His time is soon, a switch has gone off in his head but he doesn’t want to leave. He’s happy here, but his instincts and yearnings are two different entities, his new mind is rumbling with though and electricity. His wobbly limbs move and taps against his walls. His stubby fleshy claws push and claw at darkness as his head moves oh so slowly forward. Without a beak he’s forced to fight his way out, his teeth and claws lashing out. Dragons are bred to fight, bred to be violent and powerful. His body feels languid but if he doesn’t get out he will die. And maybe that’s what motivates his early violence, his barrage of his home is a tough and long fight but the first crack is heard. If he knew how to register emotions he would feel triumph. This was his first success.

A whole new slough or ‘something’ burst through the shell and he lets out a pitiful squeak. He wants to bury himself down again, the light in overwhelming this new world is foreign and he doesn’t know where he is. He continues to whimper but surged forward once again his claws digging at the shell as he pushes at the fragments trying to press his way through. His squeaks turn shrill as he whimpers for someone he doesn’t know what to call yet. The body he felt resting against him many times, he knew her heat before he knew anything else: it kept him alive as he grew and festered, he wanted that creature right now. He’d grow to call her mother.

// Ancelin  

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ A large mass was moving toward him but he wasn't afraid, it felt familiar and he simply looked up at it with his wet still half-blind eyes as he let out another chirp. He merely squirmed contently in it grasp letting out a soft grumbly purr. He was warm now, warmer than he'd been in his egg shell but he felt horribly wet and languid. The newborn could not clean his scales, he couldn't do much but squirm and squawk. It would surely take him a while to adjust to this "new form"

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter made his way over, slick grass underneath his talons. He’d almost slipped on it but caught himself, he was clumsy as of late. His growth spurts were intense and he was still adjusting the his size and mass, he still simply believed he was the size of a small cat. Which was clearly not the case, Skelter was almost as large as his mother now.

The four month old sat close to the others, his eyes gazing up into the sky. Looking over the constellations as his mind made note of them. It was a clear pretty night, there was a lot to see... the dragon settled himself down, laying on his stomach as his head continued to look up. "I wish I brought my sketchbook." he mumbled aloud. He loved to sketch, something he’d picked up as soon as he was capable of holding a pencil in his claw. The sky of course was something he’d always admired, it was majestic and glorious and he wanted to capture this night in paper. But sadly, Skelter wouldn’t be able to do that without his trusty sketchbook.

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter had always been wary around Hasseltii as well as any other bugs he ran into. It wasn't because he was frightened of them he simply was so overly concerned with hurting or killing them. He just couldn't see them in front of his all to big talons and they were everywhere. He'd once cried long into the night when he'd crushed a firefly, the dragon was a very sensitive boy. And he truly didn't mean to hurt anyone, even if he'd been having an awful lot of accidents lately from stepping on tails to said "murder" of insects. The "little" dragon slowly made his towards the library, where he spent a large sum of his time when he wasn't with momma or sleeping. The libary was peaceful and it was a treasure trove, there was always something to learn. But he stopped when he noticed the said tiny spider fiddling with what looked like butterfly wings.

He was thoroughly intrigued and bent his head down to examine her handiwork, a smile crossing it features. The necklaces were really pretty! It must've taken her forever to make them. They were a sign of friendship, Skelter was very touched. To him everyone in the highlands were his friends and family, so getting a gift to commemorate that brought happy tears to the corner of his eyes. " I'll take one. They're really pretty, i wish i made something for you too!"

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter had made his way over before settling closely to the group for warmth, his scales did him no favors in the cold. They were like sheets of ice as soon as he sat wandered outside of the warmth of his room, the blanket wrapped around him wasn't helping him much. Partially because he was quickly outgrowing it, at one point it had resembled a comforter but in a few months it would be more akin to a tissue. For now he slumped beside the group pulling his blanket closer around his neck and chest as his eyes watched Blazeheart. He wasn't sure what the meaning of all this was but he was hoping it was fun. It was late and way past his bed time but Skelter wasn't tired, he was very excited but most importantly he was very cold.

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ He snuggles closer to his mothers fur, practically burying his face in her soft pelt. He would miss the days when he was still capable of cuddling, his scales and fur were soft now and his size still allowed him to be eye level with most the larger adults. He looked up towards Blaze as she started to speak, his ears perking as he took in every word that flowed out of her mouth. He was much to young to understand what she was going on about but he thought Blazestar was a fantastic name! It sounded much cooler than Blazeheart, she had good taste! He chirped out as much "I like your new name Blazestar it's very cool and..." he forgot the word, and took a moment to search his mind for it. "Mystical! Yeah mystical sounding! Also good job Bjorn, being a Baron sounds cool too!"

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ The scent of birth had brought Skelter out of his hiding place, he'd been up in the libary doing some late night reading when he'd scented it. Instinctively he sought it out, driven by some sort of animalistic hunger. Birth ironically smelled like death to the dragon, and although he was civilized there were times he reverted back into a "feral-coma" as he liked to call it. His talons carried him into the healers quarters and he peaked in, prowling non to subtly in. Than he realized what was actually going on, this scent wasn't that of a freshly caught meal but one of life. There were tiny lives laying their against their mother. Skelter's eyes widened as he let out a confused "Eh?" he stayed where he was in the doorway, not wanting to disturb anyone and most importantly not wanting to frighten the kits. They were impossibly small and weak looking, just looking at them from afar sent a wave of anxiety through the dragon. Like bugs he was deathly scared of hurting one of them. They were so different from him yet they were also children of the highlands, they'd grow up beside him. He smiled at the thought before ducking out of the room, leaving the mother and her kits to sleep.

He looked forward to playing with them, he always wanted a playmate.

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter was an independent boy, or that’s what he told himself. Even if it was late he didn’t need his mother holding his claw every waking moment but even if he’d convinced himself to be brave he was still worried and awaiting her return. Pacing their den wildly as the minutes passed, she should’ve been back by now and he was growing worried. He wasn’t a paranoid boy but this wasn’t normal, she should’ve been back by now. So he instead of waiting left the den to run across the castle, his eyes searching for the familiar pelt of his mother. His fears were intensified when he just about barreled into Bjorn as he ran across the halls. He stopped before he collided into the man. "Sorry sorry!!" he apologized quickly before his expression wilted as he made out the words Bjorn had just yelled into one of the rooms. What was so urgent, what happened to mom?

Instead of sticking around to barrage Bjorn with questions he burst into action and ran to see for himself. Once outside his claws met the coldness of the snow and he trudged his way non to carefully through the snowheaps before he made out the visage of the tiger and a hunched over crumpled form... his mother, his mother was that form. He bit back a horrified cry as he ran to join Stone. He bent down to sniff at the lioness, to scared to get to close. He didn’t want to crush her and make it worse. Even if he wanted to cry into her fur and whine and tell her to get up. He looked worriedly over at Stone. "I-Is she going to be okay?" he patheticallt whimpered, looking hopefully down at the other male.

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter heeded her call and came to sit and wait for the meeting to begin. His scales were a mess of colors, he’d just found a stock of paint and before he could complete his first masterpiece the meeting had been called. Skelter wouldn’t dream of ignoring the leader so he dropped what he’d been doing and came running.

//Glorified track post

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter stood beside his mother as he listened to the Spiders words, he may not have known Halsetti to well but that didn’t stop him from crying. Even if she was going to come back he was still sad! She was always so nice and he’d feel her a sense every minute she was away. He rubbed his talon to his nose as he sniffled, "B-be back soon okay? I hope you have a lot of fun on your adventure" he blubbered, forcing a smile onto his tearful features.

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ He doesn’t want to leave her but he isn’t going to be useless either. His mom needed help and he would pitch in even if he was to scared to offer to carry her, Stone was more stable and he seemed like a nice enough guy. His mom seemed to hang around him a lot so that’s all it took for Skelter to like him. The dragon rose to his feet before nodding to Toxin. He would be quick he promised, he nodded back at her. He was determined and he wasn’t going to cry! He was brave!

He ran quickly through the snow, bounding through it till he got inside. He hurriedly bounded through the halls, his eyes scanning the rooms for a good enough blanket. Most rooms were locked or occupied but eventually he found a room wide open. He didn’t know who it belonged to but frankly his mom was more important. He’d apologize later to the owner of the room when this was all done. He scoured the room before laying his eyes on a comforter. He ripped it off the makeshift bed, wrapping it around his neck and back before he ran out of the room. Panting heavily, he was so tired. He’d never moved this quick before, he wish he could fly! That would make everything easier but every time he tried he just fell flat on his face. His pace didn’t falter until he got outside, he came back to Toxin, flopping over in the snow his breath labored as tried to hand the comforter to her.

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter was the oldest and biggest kid now, he wasn’t the baby anymore and he took great care in making sure he adjusted well to his new “responsibilities”. But truth be told the dragon had been too shy to bother Toxin, he didn’t want to disturb her or her kits even if he really really wanted to meet them. They’d never grow his size but he still wanted to be their friend. Well, when they were capable of speech and coherent thought that was. Skelter believed they would adjust quicker than he did. He was a little monster when he was still a hatchling.

He’d been wandering around, holding a cup of water in his talons that was stained with paint. He hoped to dump it out outside but as soon as he stepped foot through the door he almost toppled right into one of the kits. He shrieked fearfully as he came to his senses. "Dew? What are you doing out here?" he asked in a murmer as he came up to the kit. He leaned down to nudge him gently. How’d he get this far from his mother? He should be resting right now. Skelter was just about to panic and run back into the halls to get mom or one of the other adults but he didn’t want to leave Dew alone so he stayed beside the kit. His muzzle crinkling up with worry.

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ He gave a wobbly grateful smile at Stone. He was a really good guy, he was forever in Skelters good grace. He went up to stand beside the tiger; not wanting to leave his mom. He wouldn’t leave her side until she was healthy and strong, he swore to it! It was his duty as her son. He’d make her a wonderful picture too, that’d make her feel so much better.

His ears perked as he heard her voice from on top of stone, his eyes watered again but he snorted back a sniffle. He didn’t want to cry, his tears would freeze to his face and he didn’t want her worrying. I know he wanted to say, because nothing could hurt you there’s no way anything could. Skelter may have thought Stone, Blazestar and all the other adults were strong but in his mind his mom was the strongest of all.

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ So he was capable of speech, he was learning really quickly. He gave the kit a shameful look as his brows furrowed in concern, was he scared of him? Skelter wasn't exactly the most welcoming or "harmless" looking creature but he didn't think he was that scary... The dragonet didn't let his insecurity show as he forced that gentle smile back, "You need toe be careful you're a ways away from your room. Are you lost?" his voice was kind but he made sure to not move as much as he was before. He didn't want to frighten the kit or overwhelm him. "I don't think I've ever talked to you before, i'm Skelter i visited you when you were born" he said brightly before realizing the kit most likely couldn't comprehend a word he was saying "But i'm rambling a little, you wouldn't remember anything about that would you... Well, it's nice to see you out Dew, even if you should really be with your mother right now"

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter had thankfully been spard of seeing the display of watching Railwayspike's body crumple. But he could make out the tigers form laying limply in the snow as he noticed Blazestar make her way over, he followed in pursuit before letting out a small whimper of alarm as his eyes picked apart the scene. Railwayspike laying dead on the ground and a serval cub who sounded remarkably like the older male. Skelter never saw anything like it, and he wished he hadn't. When he called out for food Skelter took it upon himself to flee from the scene to retrieve something for the man-cub. His mind racing all the while as he trotted his way through the meadow searching for something to bring back.

He didn't understand exactly what had happened and he really didn't like Railway, well as much as he liked Stone anyway. He didn't hate anyone and he had no right to dislike the tiger, he hadn't even talked to him before. The dragon inevitably did find a small rabbit frolicking in the meadow and quickly snatched it up. He looked away as he did the deed of killing it, silently thanking it for its life. He hated hunting, but this was important. Skelter ran back towards the duo before dropping the rabbit at Railway's paws "Here... I-is this okay?"

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter was bad at arguing, he wasn't confrontational and he was a big baby. So he just dipped his head in response a conflicted grimace on his face, "Okay.. But how about we watch you, thanwhen your done looking around we could bring you back to your mom" he tried, his desperation crawling into his young voice. He was cutting a deal with a newborn, what would mom think? He just wanted to make sure Dew was okay, he was capable of watching him, even if he was horribly worried he'd bump into or step on the little guy.

"Speech"

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter came up to the group, leaning down so he could be eye level with toxin. He of course nodded towards her, because no one could stop him. Nodding was life. "I'll take one, please." he murmured politely.

"Speech"