Thread: Mage games

Lox was silent for a long moment, and even his nervous tail tip that had been flicking about now hung totally limp as his ears drooped lifelessly on his head. There was a lot of pain in the look that crossed his face for just a moment, and his injured hand from destroying the dragonfly clenched so hard that it began to gently dribble blood once more until he stopped and laid very very still. There were good reasons to do it... the war ended with one blow and both sides retained a good deal of their forces without anymore bloodshed... but there was something else that helped me get by. I won't speak of them again, please don't ask... It was obvious the thing he truly did bury was quite deep, and it seemed to effect him more profoundly than using such a terrible weapon against so many people but he didn't have it in him to simply drag something he had stashed away out into the open easily but the only clue that remained was the tiny ruins of a dragonfly scattered about inside of the box where it had fallen apart at the loss of it's mate. Looking back up at her he noticed how gently and affectionately she cradled one of the butterflies in her hand to better examine it, and with an awkward little smile he stroked his fingers along it's back and watched as it fluttered up to the neck line of her cloths before coiling it's tiny legs into the fabric and securing itself there, gently fluttering it's wings ever now and then as if it were about to fly away forever. Meric is the only friend I have now, and as wary as he is about what happened he doesn't have anything to worry about me using such devices again. But it doesn't help that he's a worry wort that laughs at others distress when it strikes them as funny. The time to change topics couldn't have come sooner with the somber and sad exchange the two of them just shared together, looking back down to poke at a little tiger that started attacking his index finger he smiled ruefully at the thought of how he was going to convince the dragon downstairs that he wouldn't part with his little toys for her collection. I don't think that other lady down stairs will be very happy that I'm not going to give away all of my little creations for nothing more than boring jewels or gold but I guess I do have to replace the one she bought. I'm still mad at her for biting my head though.... bastards have no idea how much it hurts having really sensitive ears trapped between skull and teeth. His tail seemed to have gained and now wriggled freely behind him as he poked and prodded most of his creations back into the box before slipping it back underneath his bed. With all of the critters gone only the butterfly on her shirt remained, and fluttering about in front of them was it's mate that refused to go back into the box. His tail slid forward and up just far enough for it to land on the tip, and he smiled genuinely as he looked up at her. They never go back when their mates are out and about, but you can keep that one as a gift. It suits you quite a bit in my opinion. For one Bly really was a cute woman now that he was really examining her face, and it did look lovely on her but for Lox her personality matched the creature more than anything else. She could be focused when she wanted to be but he got the undeniable feeling she was just like a butterfly floating about and drifting where ever the winds took her, that and there was no telling what a butterfly was up to in there happy little worlds. Twitching his tail tip Lox noticed that the critter on his tail didn't simply float away and start fluttering again and throughly flicking and wriggling his tail he tried pulling it off and quickly withdrew his hand when the tiny little legs had coiled tightly around this tail. Great. It doesn't want to let go and it's going to be a pain prying it off without destroying it. That or keeping myself from crushing the little guy when I hide my tail. It seemed that lady luck was just trying to find reasons to bitch slap him today, but hopefully for his sake there would be some silver lining to look forward too. He did find Bly, but looking up at her curiously once more he smiled shyly for a moment before murmuring gently to her. Do you think we could be friends Bly?