Sun Oct 13, 2024 5:59 pm
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Weyrling Tygirtaull - Here Come Tygir and the Fat Man!!!
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After the raging predatory Blue, a more subdued one appeared. The candidate wasn't sure how he felt on that. On the outside, it was all indifferent disappointment, but internally - maaaaaybe it was better to not get such a wild card. By chance his gaze had turned on occasion towards the two candidates that got shredded instead.
It was a bit hard NOT to notice as the Healers dragged them off. You know, not being subtle when trying to feign subtly. The battered candidates weren't yowling or crying or whatever but...
Well, maybe Tygir would admit they did seem pretty beat up. Not trying to fake it, you know. And perhaps they did get it a bit worse than an annoying canine tearing at the pants...
Remembering, Tygir turned his eyes down to the large slash in his attire. While he was still mostly covered by it, the rip went right up to where his belt held it down about his waist, the fabric pulled and stretched as it sat disheveled. His lips pulled crookedly as he lifted up one corner of the torn end to look over. A frown pulled the one corner of his lips further down, while he dug the thumbnail of his other hand to the ample spaces among his teeth. Sucking air through the gaps as his thoughts wandered.
He couldn't keep distracted for long though, not when the next dragonet burst from their egg. Big and confident... and Brown. Tygir almost turned his eyes down again, seeing the creature's earthy color. No real shine or pop- until the dragonet stopped and struck a pose. Wings flared and tense and legs displayed to show the muscles holding his girth form.
What a ham!!
Tygir couldn't help but suck in a breath of amusement as a grin snuck in over his teeth picking. He was about to go about his business when a voice and warm sensation filled every space of his mind.
My draconic instincts have guided me here- to you. Never fear about your robe- we will repair it! We will make it better and stronger than ever, in the name of Faranth and all my draconic forbearers.
Tygir blinked, turning his eyes up to see a draconic muzzle right in his face. He immediately jerked back, recalling his incident earlier with SharkFace. Seeing as this dragonet was not ripping off his face parts, Tygir felt bold enough to give him a hard stare. At least until his attire was brought into question.
"Huh?" He turned his eyes down, flapping the torn edge before tossing his head back with a snuff. "Please-- this junk ain't worth the effort," Tygir boldly claimed. "See if this Weyr were smart, they let us wear cool things to the hatchings. Like this--!!"
Dropping the rode's torn edge, both thumbs worked themselves behind his patterned belt, pulling the form material taunt to display it. Amusingly, the Brown dragonet seemed intrigued enough to lean closer for an appreciative look. Tygir could almost feel the approving rumble.
It only made him puff his chest, "If we got all duds like this, 'bet no one would get torn up either! It's tough and it just looks awesome!" Tygir boasted so casually, barely realizing he was talking to a dragon in such a way, or what that entailed.
I see, Odobenuth mused. A sturdy piece! Did you craft it?
Tygir's puff immediately deflated as he stumbled a bit. "Well, no... my Pops made this one for me. But I know how to make them," he quickly amended, looking quite assured and determined. "I made lots of awesome stuff-- I know all about radical style!!"
Hearing that, Odobenuth's eyes whirled into rainbows as the dragonet tossed back his head. The laugh, though only in thought, was still loud and rolling and joyful. The Brown mimicking the actual human gesture of it by displaying his teeth, as he bounced from the emotion. His two front canines seemingly most noticable to Tygir, though there seemed nothing of note about them.
My draconic instincts never fail me!! Come then-- we must celebrate! Let us feast with the rest of our kin and discuss it! You won't be disappointed!!
The Brown let out another bellowed laugh before moving behind Tygir to force the lad forward with his weight. Tygir let out a yelp as he stumbled, shooting the... his dragonet a fierce look.
"HEY--- WATCH IT, WATCH IT!!! I GOT MY OWN FEET, PAL!!"
Despite the fierce claim, Tygir still let himself be pushed along. This wasn't the flashy dragon he envisioned for himself, if he were honest. No bright color or radical markings but... Tygir found he liked him. He liked the warm unexplainable feeling that rolled over his mind. Assuring him that he was 'right.'
Normally, he'd always had to tell it to himself, but it was nice when it came elsewhere.
"Come on then--" Tygir claimed, once he found his feet to walk himself. He excitedly set his hands on Odobenuth's wide back and wing joints. "Gonna show you off to all the other suckers, cause -I- got the best dragon!!