[center][color=lightgreen]I have no mouth... but I must sing![/color]
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The Nidhogan hardly seemed to notice the weapons or the commotion it was causing.  It was just ecstatic.  It was so Yellow here, and it could only sing and grow flowers in its jubilation.  It wished it had the other Veidish here.  They would have a party right on the spot, and a grove would bloom in this place for a thousand years.

Then a voice seemed to catch its attention, the flowers and petals stopped growing, but did seem to open and move on their own, as if everyone was looking at a flower covered hill that was being constantly pelted by wind, it swayed and flowed freely even as the rest of the creature was dead still, looking upon this new comer.  A walking wolf.  It didn't know wolves could be made of metal either.

Thorin gave it his welcomes. This was so exciting!  It didn't get welcomes alot!  How did it respond last time it got welcome... oh yeah!

The Nidhogan approached Thorin on all fours, standing maybe a meter or so higher than the armored man at the shoulder.  Its odd mask like head bobbed back and forth as the leaves and petals fell from its frame, the eyes all seemed to focus on him as it stopped.  The top of its mask, looking like branches now seemed to be a bushel of leaves like the top of a tree.  The same thing seemed to be happening to one of its arms.  Rearing up, a potentially threatening position, in stead it hovered over Thorin and began to shake.

Thorin became literally showered in [url=https://media.giphy.com/media/1yidCdsFTZ5Qfk6HmG/giphy.gif]apples[/url].  Heaps, bushels of them, all seemingly to grow to full size within seconds one after another on its branches.  They would patter harmlessly off his armor and pile around his feet.  After a full nine seconds of this and near five hundred apples, and quite a few leaves and flower petals, it put it's arm down and tilted its head.  If Nidhogan had a mouth, it would be smiling. 

With the coversation past its introductions and exchange of pleasantries, the Nidhogan moved around Thorin to go off in the direction the others went.  Something about a dragon, it remembered that word and rather than fear, it was even more excited.  It had never seen a dragon before.  It walked its full length, than stopped to look back at Thorin, than walked, lumbering again before it looked back again. 
 It would patter its front stumps like a dog waiting to be walked.  It wanted Thorin to follow it. 

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The Nidhogan came to the back gate, its face looking at the oddly rough ground, the view of the castle and the castle itself.  It made thrumming sounds, questioning about things, but none of it came out as understandable words.  [color=lightgreen]"Thoorrrnnn...   Sk-skuuuiiiieee...  Sssuuuuuuuuunnnn?"[/color]  The darkness of the castle was a bit worrying.  Where was the sky?  Where was the sun?

The angel, the bird that walked like a squishy made of metal was over... Nidhogan couldn't see it clearly, as it was obscured as the angel attempted to heal the injured newcomer.  It went to them, but stopped a scarce few yards away.  It suddenly seemed so still, so calm as it watched, its lumbering hulking mass of green and wood simply watching the angel at work.

It recognized this magic, and it seemed fascinated by it.