Person: hey ever think about us being more than friends?
Me: YES I totally can see us as dragons here let me find the designs I drew
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Have you ever had an imaginary friend? If so, tell us about them.
“Once upon a time, when I was a young boy, still so full of hope and wonder, I had a collection of dragons. All different breeds and types, sizes and shapes. I took them anywhere that I could, and we often played out in the woods behind the estate. I ‘fed’ them, bathed them, and tucked them into bed each night. Granted, Mum wouldn’t let me take them everywhere, as the number in my dragon army grew upwards of thirty, but I always did take one with me: Penrose.”
"Oh, she was glorious. Black dragon; sleek and dangerous and wild as they come. Penrose was the queen of the army, and all of the dragons obeyed her every whim. She came with me on the plane, even, when we’d travel abroad. I’d have slept with her on my pillow, too, were she not a polyresin statue with sharp horns and claws. Even so, I spoke to her every night and she watched over me while I slept.”
“At times I wonder if she would have protected me back in the days of Whitechapel, but I struggle to suspend my disbelief for long enough. All too soon, the memory of smashing her into pieces replays in my mind, and I know that part of my life is long since over.”
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mytardishaswings: yesthisunithasasoul: richmond-rivet: Made out of recycled car parts. So badass. This is possibly the coolest thing I have ever seen. I WANT TO RIDE IT INTO BATTLE Penrose…?!
Throwing one in because why not. Has your diet changed at all in any way as a dragon? Or, well, if you haven’t eaten so far, has there been random urges for you to eat things you normally wouldn’t have liked as a human?
“Hmm… I’m still craving cream and sugar if that’s what you’re getting at, but I have a feeling that it would make me very ill. Lactose-intolerant, perhaps? Sugar might be okay. I do wish I had some chocolate. And caramel. Oh, and cheesecake.
"…then again, half of a raw cow sounds amazingly scrumptious, as well. I might just be hungry. All I’ve had so far is tea and biscuits, which is when Baaya screamed. Perhaps I should venture out to find something appropriate to eat…
"Oooh, perhaps I could find some mozzarella! A large hunk of mozzarella and some bread would be perfect with a side of ten or so pounds of ground beef, raw… Or some lamb?
"No vegetables, though. None. Not unless they’re in carrot cake."
About the Hakudragon
“Yes, apparently I can! There seem to be no problems with that whatsoever. Thus surprises me somewhat, however, as I am quite a bit different from my human self… But at least I have recently discovered that I do, indeed, have ears! They were merely buried in my mane.”
“Yes. As it turns out, these wings aren’t really made for flying so much as gliding. I appear to be some sort of mix between a Western and Eastern dragon, which is… rather odd, all things considered. Anyway, what I was getting at was that when I want to fly, the air around me begins to whip around and sends me spiraling – like a wing sock, I want to say? The wings seem to act as a steering wheel more than anything. Quite handy, but different from what I expected.”
“On that note, I can’t help but feel as if I am that charming fellow from The Flight of Dragons film. As such, I feel it is important to document the following features that perplex me regarding my recently acquired form:
- Purple tongue? Much like a giraffe’s.
- Red eyes instead of brown?
- Mane on top, scales in the middle, rabbit fur underneath?
- Tiny goat ears?
"Odd. Just odd.”
“Exceptionally soft on the underbelly, thick and fluffy on the mane. The bridge of my snout appears to be short, dense fur on scales. Very peculiar.”
“Fire does not appear to be a problem. I have yet to try out other magical feats, however, as I continually feel the need to nap on that pile of books. It has made it difficult to get anything constructive done. Ah – though, I did manage to get the most amusing scream out of Baaya earlier… huzzah!”
You’re just about to leave for the police station – as it seems, they still need your input about the case from last night – but as you open the door, you stop, mid-step, as you realize that you’re about to step on something. You glance down. And find a white little chinese dragon statue, just about the size of your palm, wearing a tiny, removable deerstalker, and a rose. And a note. “A little companion just for you. Remember to feed him; he likes petting and little head kisses~”
Hakuba cradled the tiny dragon in his hands, admiring each clever detail for several minutes. It wasn’t until Baaya noticed the front door open that he realized that he’d been too lost in thought to get out the door and on to his appointment.
Clearly, there was no time to bring it back inside, so he took it with him, despite handing the rose to Baaya to put with the others. The note slipped easily enough into his pocket, and the dragon he was sure to pet the entire cab ride there, before slipping it into one of his inner jacket pockets where it would be safe during his meetings.
What made him think to get me a dragon, I wonder..?