Jurassic Weeb

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@Rusalka@sassy1085

Ryūko bowed and apologized to Nishikawa-sensei before sitting next to Asuka. She greeted Rin and Tohru quickly, but politely. She knew of the Prince of Claymore as much as the next girl, but she wasn't starstruck or flirtatious. If anything she seemed shy, like she was with most people. Just like Asuka, she saw Tohru-senpai as a normal person, despite their lofty reputations.

Tribal RP

@Cuddle Pot The apocalyptic idea sparks my interest. I have an idea for a partial reason why the world came to an end.

A Cultured Dragon [Knuxieh x Otaku95] (CLOSED)

Sara's movements and voice woke the dragon up. His tail unwrapped to let the girl go. "Terribly sorry," he apologized, yawning. "I did not mean to detain you, Miss Sara. My tail tends to have a mind of its own." He chuckled, rising, and stretched. He spread his wings out to collect the morning sun.

A Cultured Dragon [Knuxieh x Otaku95] (CLOSED)

Makan's body gave off a comfortable amount of heat, especially from his wings and belly. In his sleep his tail wrapped protectively around the young woman, as a child would squeeze their doll or teddy bear more tightly as they dreamed. The dragon slept dreamlessly. He was exhausted from the fight, and his weeks of travel. For the first time in so very long, he felt aafe, and happy.

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A Cultured Dragon [Knuxieh x Otaku95] (CLOSED)

Makan closed his eyes as Sara began singing. Her voice was soft and sweet, and the melody was soothing. In the East, dragons were more affiliated with water and thunder, but he himself was blessed with affinity for flame. His eyelids felt so heavy that he couldn't open them.

His tail twitched slowly in time to the rhythm, and a purr emanated from his chest. It could be felt more than heard, even in the ground. By the time Sara finished Makan was fast asleep.

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085@Rusalka

Ryūko paused for a moment. People were staring and murmuring. Even the teacher picked up on it. All of the looks and whispers made Ryūko feel uneasy, and she lowered her gaze. She took a deep breath.

A Cultured Dragon [Knuxieh x Otaku95] (CLOSED)

"There is no need to get others involved," said Makan. "However..." He shuddered at the idea. "I suppose you can... sell his parts. I know dragon body parts are worth much to humans." The dragon shook his head. "But I wish to hear you sing, by yourself. Please, walk with me."

Makan led the way closer to the forest, and began digging out a depression in the earth. It was large enough for him to curl up in. The dragon broke saplings and branches, and made a bed and rim for the best. He settled in, resting his head on the edge of the nest.

A golden eye focused on Sara. "If you would please be so kind," he murmured, "I would like a lullaby. I know it seems a silly request from a creature fierce enough to battle bears, wolves, and gryphons, but I would enjoy one."

A Cultured Dragon [Knuxieh x Otaku95] (CLOSED)

"Oh, yes," Makan said. "We dragons love music. We sing for nearly every occasion: for celebration and mourning; for war and peace; for birth and death." He cast a glance at the carcass of the dead dragon. "However there are some exceptions. He shall be buried with no ceremony whatsoever."

The dragon rose to his feet. "If you wish to help me more, I do have one request, Miss Sara. I am going to dispose of the body, and make a nest. But afterward..." He paused. "You can sing, yes?"