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Campus
[@Pyromania99][@Crazy Scion]
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The looming end of one girly boy was now inevitable. The dragon bolted right for Albus, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Isobel was just laughing happily, utterly not caring about the chaos she was causing. It was fine, after all! Not like anyone was going to get hurt here. Grarves just wanted some Albus hugs, and the land dragon was more than happy to deliver.

[b]"BWA-ORK!?"[/b] Suddenly, Grarves let out a surprised yelp. Something had caught under his claw, sending the massive beast towards the ground. His left claw slid out from under him, causing him to fall forward, smashing his chin on the cafeteria floor and sending the rest of his body vertically upwards, unable to stop immediately from the speed. Isobel's eyes widened in shock as the land dragon careened towards Albus, unable to stop him. That was an actual danger - Grarves easily weight almost half a ton, probably more. Him running into any human at that speed would have easily caused them more than a little injury. She also knew that Grarves was, while a bit of a big slow slobbery baby, he would never hurt anyone. He was about as aggressive as a gold fish.

[color=chocolate]"Albus!"[/color] Before Isobel could intervene, it seemed some other student was quicker on the uptake. Grarves slammed into an invisible barrier of some sort with a resounding [i]wham[/i]. The land dragon, seemingly a little dazed and confused slid off the barrier safely onto the ground. She quickly ran over, making sure that both of them were okay. She knew Grarves probably would. His scales were almost as tough as steel plating.

And then some bastard had the audacity to kick Grarves.

[b]"Bwwaaark....!?"[/b] Feeling the boot impact his scales, the dragon let out a surprised, doleful yelp. Ouch. That would probably hurt the human more than him, but Isobel didn't care. That bastard was [i]not[/i] getting away with this.

[color=chocolate]"Oi!"[/color] Isobel walked up behind him, staring the guy down with a glare that would make even an ornery wyvern question his next action. [color=chocolate]"Spiky haired overly dressed bastard. Where the hell do you think you're going?"[/color] Ciervia by now, had perched himself back on Isobel's shoulder and was standing completely still, reptilian eyes coldly gazing at him.

Grarves had righted himself, and was now looking over to Albus mournfully.