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Bastet -> RE: ~*Getting To Know You*~ (10/16/2015 13:41:58)
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Rajiri continued observing Arche while she shook her head in answer to the last few questions that the red dragon-kin had asked her. She was quite the sight, and a great example of how many varieties dragons came in, ranging from the fiery scales of Rajiri to the gloomy colours of Arche. The only things that the two dragons had in common was belonging to the same base species, varying so much more between each other otherwise. Staring down at Arche, Rajiri briefly thought that her relatively short height compared to herself meant that she was younger than her, but she still didn’t take that for granted: a diminutive appearance could’ve simply been a trap for unwary opponents, and the red dragon expected such clever tricks from another of her kin. Perhaps it was best to ask, before jumping to conclusions.
"-It's no problem. Wasn't the first time I've been mistaken for something else and I doubt it'll be the last time."
It wasn’t hard for Rajiri to recall all the times when that had been true for her, too. The people that were sent after her often treated her like a common bandit or some other kind of humanoid creature, a mistake that would often lead to their deaths when they ambushed the dragon-kin only to be immediately overwhelmed. Prideful as ever, Rajiri always made sure to remind them what race the last person they would meet belonged to, before ending their lives. She never was one for mercy, and she preferred those who would die honorably rather than those who would beg for mercy when it was already clear that she wouldn’t leave those who hunted her free to go. Her infamy eventually reached the point where the best assassins available would be the only ones who took the contract to bring her in, dead or alive, and she was glad for it: it meant that every hunter she met would be a proper test of her skill rather than a poorly equipped peasants with vainglorious dreams. She still met the type every now and then, but she fought them purely for her own amusement.
Arched gestured towards the zombie before carrying on with her dialogue. The foul smell still bothered Rajiri, tolerating the creature only because Arche seemed to have an agreement with it. If she made it clear that the fleshbag was unwanted company, Rajiri would be more than pleased to relieve her of it herself.
"-As for Woyadei there, he is his own person. After all, I can not make undead since shadow is darkness mixed with a bit of light. Apparently, he and two other humans were dumped here from their own worlds by fog. I wouldn't believe it, if I hadn't seen one of the humans come tumbling out of the fog, trying to make a poor attempt at swearing. I asked in town if anyone was willing to help take down the Grabbi, since I didn't feel like fighting the creature alone, then be left to drag it back to town, exhausted from having to fight in my dragonic form. He was the only one who offered. Oh well, he is the own one who'll get paid. If you can get use to the smell, he is actually much more interesting to talk to, than the humans in town... sadly."
Rajiri was about to answer when the zombie himself, presumably due to not being able to understand Draconian, interrupted the conversation between the dragons. His manners meant that Rajiri tolerated the intrusion without telling the undead to learn its place, and she watched as Arche returned to the position she previously occupied, preparing to start dragging the.. Grabbi once again. The red dragon-kin had never bothered giving those creatures names, nor had she learned it from her father. What left Rajiri slightly confused is the fact that Arche had apologized for prolonging the conversation with her kin.
He is far, far below you. Why would you apologize to such an inferior creature?
"-As for this thing, Grabbi's are known to eat endlessly. By studying it, I hope to create a bag from it that can hold a limitless amount of items. Care to join me? I wouldn't mind sitting over some good meat and talking. It's been such a long time since I was able to speak in dragontongue with another. And don't worry about the locals. Out here in the middle of nowhere they might not like us, but even they aren't foolish enough to try and touch the guest of a noble."
Rajiri considered her kin’s offer for a moment, and what she had said, watching her start carrying the carcass again. It had been a good few hours since the last meal she had, and she was starting to grow tired of the supplies she had forcefully taken from another inn. Being under the protection of another of her kin also meant that villagers probably wouldn’t dare kick her out of town, and Rajiri didn’t want to lose sight of Arche just after meeting her. It had been so long since the last time she met another dragon that she would’ve followed her almost anywhere just to spend a few more hours with her. Perhaps there even was a friendship to be found.
I gladly accept your offer, Arche; I’m curious to learn where your research on bottomless bags will lead. I also usually refuse any situations that would bring me closer to civilization, but there are many more things we could talk about, and I’m tired of speaking the common tongue. I wouldn’t want to lose contact with another of my kin so quickly. I’ll have to warn you, though, I don’t carry any coin on myself and I don’t enjoy the company of inferior races. That said, I’d be honored to be your companion for as long as our friendship endures.”
After speaking, Rajiri moved closer to the zombie and the carcass that the group she had just joined were carrying, beginning to move with them. She knew Arche would’ve eventually presented her to the undead, but she would’ve rather spoken with the creature herself. The smell of death was becoming almost unbearable to her, between the rotting grabbi and the rotting zombie. Bringing herself to speak the common tongue again, she addressed the creature.
“My name is Rajiri, dragon-kin. The rest you needn’t know."
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