you should see me in a crown; your silence is my favorite sound
His head perked up the moment he heard noises nearby, new voices. Although, every voice here was new to him except Father's. They seemed to be staying this time, not immediately leaving again. It was all so confusing and nobody explained anything to him. Maybe everyone assumed because he was so different, so unlike them, that he was less. That he wasn't capable of understanding their language or their concepts.
The language was a little tricky sometimes, he'd admit. But the hardest part for him was forming the words himself. He could understand most of it.
It only isolated him further, though. That he was.. unimportant. Or undeserving. Or forgotten. He felt cast aside.
He'd make Dad proud today, he decided, and launched to his feet to chase the strangers out. If they were staying, that would mean this was theirs. That would mean he would be responsible for helping. He could hunt. And he could fight. And maybe if he did well enough, Dad would give him more of his time. So he lowered his head, ocean eyes steely in determination, and raced straight to the two males with a ready snarl in his dragon's mouth.
As he got closer though, he caught that little twinge of familial bond. Like the dark man. And his baby sister. And of course Father. He slowed, brows pulling down in confusion and head raising again. When he was near enough, he stopped a few feet away to study them.
He didn't understand. They were family. He could smell it even clearer now this near to them. But they were strangers. Why were they not here with the family? Or maybe they had come to stay? They were different from him though, but the same together. He was different from Reia, too. His baby sister was different because of the tiger's bond to her. He was different because he lacked the tiger's bond. Or any other bond. And these two...
They were the same together. They were their family but only half his family. Why was it so confusing!? Why were the scents in the family so twisted and mixed and disorderly!? Were they supposed to be that way? Why did he not have a tiger woman too, or this shared scent between this pair? Why was his only connection to Father and none of these others?
He stomped a golden hoof hard, his webbed wings bowing out and shuddering in frustration. His tongue passed over his lips and he glanced away, preparing himself and hating that he had to speak. With a sharp look that dared them to say anything about his gravelly voice, he remained frowning as he forced the words out as clearly as he could manage.
"Ghiss!" He growled and repeated it, aware that he already hadn't said it right. So damn frustrating. "This!" Yes, that. Good enough. "Is home?" he snapped, his confusion evident in his questioning tone.
Gilt
@[Raul]
the gilded stormdragon