06-21-2017, 10:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-22-2017, 09:19 AM by The Hero Rebel Fairy.)
“Happy Birthday to you!”
Castile hears the singing and sees as a cluster of faces congregate around a grand cake. He doesn’t join them, not yet. Oftentimes he prefers to savor his solitude. He enjoys lingering in the barren cave his father left behind or an empty ridge in Hyaline from where he can watch the world open up. Here, among these strangers, he feels alone and quite lost.
”Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday…” he isn’t sure, exactly, whose birthday this is for who this celebration is for. His mismatched eyes sweep across them feverishly.
Embarrassed. Uncertain.
His body begins to shift and he is unable to control it – stop it. A breath is drawn in and suddenly his body is truly coming to life and growing. ”Oh, look! We have a dragon in the house!” He doesn’t understand his shifting or what he truly is but he is backing up into a corner as their curious eyes glue onto him. ”Ignore me. I’m not here…”
”But you’re huge! We can’t ignore that!
”I’ll leave…”
”DRAGON RIDES!”
They are faeries and yet the thrill still poisons their veins as they pounce onto him. He tries to not show his fear, but it’s so difficult as they clamber along his neck and back, kicking him and shouting. ”Best Birthday ever!!” Relentless things they are, and always hungry for their own wants and desires.
But they are the faeries. Without them, there would be no Beqanna.
He spins and fumbles and twirls all while they shout for more. ”Spice it up! It’s our birthday!” Their magic shoots out in front of him – another dragon, shards of ice, a hippo – and the faeries look at the one who conjured the hippopotamus. ”What the hell?” A smack on the backside of the head is enough as they struggle to hold one while Castile is forced to dive around the obstacles until his energy depletes and he is forced to land. ”More!” They shout, but he growls at them savagely. With jest and offense taken, they make a cone birthday hat appear on his head, clown puffs appearing along his obsidian body, white paint on his face. Confetti flies through the air, glitter powder claws their lungs. It churns in his throat and mingles with the smoke that curls in his gut until a monstrous sneeze throws him backward into the cake. It crushes beneath his immense weight, icing crawling up the edges of his scales and the candles licking his skin briefly before sputtering out. ”Giant lizard ruined it all!” They yell, stabbing their fingers in his direction. ”Clown lizard!” But they cannot be mad, not today. Laughter pours from their mouths as they jump and smear cake along his face while he lies helplessly on his back, a victim to the rambunctious whims of the faeries on their birthday.
Um. Yeah. No clue... I'm tired and this is rushed and unedited lmfao
Castile hears the singing and sees as a cluster of faces congregate around a grand cake. He doesn’t join them, not yet. Oftentimes he prefers to savor his solitude. He enjoys lingering in the barren cave his father left behind or an empty ridge in Hyaline from where he can watch the world open up. Here, among these strangers, he feels alone and quite lost.
”Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday…” he isn’t sure, exactly, whose birthday this is for who this celebration is for. His mismatched eyes sweep across them feverishly.
Embarrassed. Uncertain.
His body begins to shift and he is unable to control it – stop it. A breath is drawn in and suddenly his body is truly coming to life and growing. ”Oh, look! We have a dragon in the house!” He doesn’t understand his shifting or what he truly is but he is backing up into a corner as their curious eyes glue onto him. ”Ignore me. I’m not here…”
”But you’re huge! We can’t ignore that!
”I’ll leave…”
”DRAGON RIDES!”
They are faeries and yet the thrill still poisons their veins as they pounce onto him. He tries to not show his fear, but it’s so difficult as they clamber along his neck and back, kicking him and shouting. ”Best Birthday ever!!” Relentless things they are, and always hungry for their own wants and desires.
But they are the faeries. Without them, there would be no Beqanna.
He spins and fumbles and twirls all while they shout for more. ”Spice it up! It’s our birthday!” Their magic shoots out in front of him – another dragon, shards of ice, a hippo – and the faeries look at the one who conjured the hippopotamus. ”What the hell?” A smack on the backside of the head is enough as they struggle to hold one while Castile is forced to dive around the obstacles until his energy depletes and he is forced to land. ”More!” They shout, but he growls at them savagely. With jest and offense taken, they make a cone birthday hat appear on his head, clown puffs appearing along his obsidian body, white paint on his face. Confetti flies through the air, glitter powder claws their lungs. It churns in his throat and mingles with the smoke that curls in his gut until a monstrous sneeze throws him backward into the cake. It crushes beneath his immense weight, icing crawling up the edges of his scales and the candles licking his skin briefly before sputtering out. ”Giant lizard ruined it all!” They yell, stabbing their fingers in his direction. ”Clown lizard!” But they cannot be mad, not today. Laughter pours from their mouths as they jump and smear cake along his face while he lies helplessly on his back, a victim to the rambunctious whims of the faeries on their birthday.
Um. Yeah. No clue... I'm tired and this is rushed and unedited lmfao