Thread: Dragons and Cats (DinoDroid & Mafdet)

RE Dragons and Cats It cocked its head at her and stared for a moment again obviously thinking something. Then it troted over to her and started sniffing her leg before bounding away. It wasn't gone long before it returned with a small horde of other younglings chasing eachother, bowling over one another, but ultimately moving towards Jazira and circling a bent over figure hidden under a large cloak that covered its body. When the figure was within a few paces the golden dragonling bounded right at Jazira landing on her and quickly shifting its position untill it latched onto her back and rested its head on her shoulder staring at the bent figure. Suddenly the figure raised a pale blue yellow clawed hand and made a motion for silence, and just like that the dragonlings were instantly eerily quiet and still as statues, gazing at the figure. The figure raised its hands and removed the cowel of the cloak to reveal a hornless, blind, pale blue elderly dragon. The oldest Jazira had seen yet within the tribe, and emanating from her was a sense of grandmotherly love. The old dragoness suddenly smiled at Jazira showing a mouth missing most its teeth and the old woman in a wheezing but strong voice said Care for some sweet meat my dear? Suddenly out of nowhere she pulled a piece of sweet smelling meat out of the folds of her cloak and offered it to Jazira, but without even bothering to wait the old woman shoved the bit of meat into Jazira's mouth where it promptly disolved, almost as fast as her headache. Ohh, hahahahaha the old woman cackeled, my look at the surprise on your face. Oh, what I would give to be young and in love again, like you. I know maybe we can visit your room and trade beauty tips. Maybe you can make this old body of mine turn a few old heads again. Maybe not as many as you of course, what with your lovely colored fur, beautiful wings, and fiery personality. Hahahaha it quickly became obvious that the old woman was missing a few marbles so to speak, but she seemed well meaning. Oh I bet I know what your wondering how an old crone like me can see you. Well, one thing I have learned in my old age is that sometimes the blind see better than those that see only with their eyes. Now come, come help an old woman get some food. Suddenly the old dragon grabed Jazira and moved towards the food piles with a strength and speed that showed she needed no help, but was playing on her age to get what she wanted. The dragonlings followed suit remaining quiet as when the old woman told them too untill she pulled out a large ball of string from again the many folds of her cloak and tossed it on the deck. They promptly launched themselves at it chirping, tossing it around, and tangling themselves in it. The gold dragon however remained with Jazira, but stared forlornely at the ball. Oh my, it seems you still have a hitch hicker, well I suppose it can't be helped. Surprising that little one has grown so attached to you, what with you carrying the scent family scent of Laziir. But no matter, he has taken to you, now to more important matters. MEAT! Freshly cooked, cured, fried, come on my dear can't have you wasting away moping about your miserable life locked away in that enclosed castle, and stuck with a father that wouldn't listen, nor let you do anything. I can easily see how that life would be worth missing. Your absolutely right to hate a life filled with possibilities, new experiences, the chance to meet new people, go to new places, and the chance to fly free. With her open hand she snaped out and grabed a piece of cooked chicken and downed it with impressive speed for one so old. Yep, your life truly sucks my dear. Suddenly a squeaky voice rang out Mother! Mother! where are you mother? The old woman quickly looked up, and back towards the source of the voice Well Jazira, it looks like that is my cue to go. Now don't forget to eat plenty of food, and since you are young take this dreadull thing they call food. With that she reached out snaged an apple and shoved it into Jazira's mouth before running off like a much younger woman cackling all the way as a gray slight of build dragoness ran after her. Leaving Jazira in the middle of the tribe, alone once again save for the dragonling on her back. Not too far away Dracon stood and quickly moved towards Jazira are you all right princess, I feel as though I should apologize for Neera's bahaviour, she is the oldest dragoness in the tribe and has seen many things. She is the last of the dragon queens, as far as I know, and is cherished, but she can be he paused as though seeking the right word before settling on intense. The golden dragon yawned on Jazira's shoulder and started to fall asleep on her back. I should probably take him to bed with the others below deck, it has been a rough week of traveling especially for the young ones. With that he reached out and stroked the dragons back gently and it collapsed into his waiting arms. While I'm gone why don't you at least try to get to know us before condeming us. After all you don't have really much else to do, and we will be sailing for at least a few days. He then turned around and proceeded to go below decks where a steady trickle of dragonlings were being herded or carried as well.