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dragoncalled Sample Thread - Bonds & Dragons
[Even for someone as calm and accepting of fate as Yoshitsugu, this situation has been a very difficult one to deal with. He'd been content in the prospect of his end at Takatora's hands, happy to know he would die with the help of his dear friend, but then...]
[Well. What could he do now but follow the flow and let this situation play out? See where it led? Though his mind was restless and filled with questions and concerns, Yoshitsugu had followed the call that bid his feet move and ended up in this huge warm cavern after a long walk. Stopping for a brief moment, he wonders about the sense of comfort it immediately brings him before shaking his head and finishing his journey. There are eggs here of all kinds, all colours and sizes, and the flow is telling him that one belongs to him. Not that one, or that... no, no... yes.]
[It's small, his one, an off-gold egg that is almost lost amongst the others here. Yoshitsugu walks past the much larger ones nearby, not caring to look at any other visitors to the cavern, and sits cross-legged on the floor next to the tiny depression.]
[And because the urge is strong, and there's no need to fight it, no need to fight the flow, Yoshitsugu reaches out and touches the egg's shell.]
[It's not immediate, but is very close to being so. There's a little rumbling sound from within that instinctively makes Yoshitsugu reach out and hold it in his hands, cradling it, and that seems to be cue for the little life inside to really start fighting to get out. The shell cracks open rather quickly thanks to its energetic struggles, and as it falls apart it reveals a tiny, messy creature of myth. Or not. Because you can't call it a myth if it's alive in your hands, attempting to look up at you with still-clouded, muck-covered eyes that somehow manage to be the most captivating Yoshitsugu has ever seen. Isn't that interesting? Like a dream, except this most definitely isn't.]
Ah... [He brings the little dragon, for dragon it definitely had to be, closer to his face. It makes a trilling sound in response, and something in Yoshitsugu grows unexpectently warm.] Something flows between us, doesn't it? Unfortunate for you, but you'll have to deal with it.
[Resting it in just one hand, he starts to clean it slowly with the sleeve of the other. The flow is without conscience, free of notions of good or evil, and is kind and cruel in equal measures. It has now tossed him into something even he could not have predicted, something so wild and unbelievable Yoshitsugu might as well be the character in someone's fantasical story. A dark start followed by the birth of a new life, a new bond, and for the first time in his life a very uncertain future. What else to do but accept his fate? He and this little one, this precious dragon that someone reached deep into his heart, were in this together now, come what may.]
[Well. What could he do now but follow the flow and let this situation play out? See where it led? Though his mind was restless and filled with questions and concerns, Yoshitsugu had followed the call that bid his feet move and ended up in this huge warm cavern after a long walk. Stopping for a brief moment, he wonders about the sense of comfort it immediately brings him before shaking his head and finishing his journey. There are eggs here of all kinds, all colours and sizes, and the flow is telling him that one belongs to him. Not that one, or that... no, no... yes.]
[It's small, his one, an off-gold egg that is almost lost amongst the others here. Yoshitsugu walks past the much larger ones nearby, not caring to look at any other visitors to the cavern, and sits cross-legged on the floor next to the tiny depression.]
[And because the urge is strong, and there's no need to fight it, no need to fight the flow, Yoshitsugu reaches out and touches the egg's shell.]
[It's not immediate, but is very close to being so. There's a little rumbling sound from within that instinctively makes Yoshitsugu reach out and hold it in his hands, cradling it, and that seems to be cue for the little life inside to really start fighting to get out. The shell cracks open rather quickly thanks to its energetic struggles, and as it falls apart it reveals a tiny, messy creature of myth. Or not. Because you can't call it a myth if it's alive in your hands, attempting to look up at you with still-clouded, muck-covered eyes that somehow manage to be the most captivating Yoshitsugu has ever seen. Isn't that interesting? Like a dream, except this most definitely isn't.]
Ah... [He brings the little dragon, for dragon it definitely had to be, closer to his face. It makes a trilling sound in response, and something in Yoshitsugu grows unexpectently warm.] Something flows between us, doesn't it? Unfortunate for you, but you'll have to deal with it.
[Resting it in just one hand, he starts to clean it slowly with the sleeve of the other. The flow is without conscience, free of notions of good or evil, and is kind and cruel in equal measures. It has now tossed him into something even he could not have predicted, something so wild and unbelievable Yoshitsugu might as well be the character in someone's fantasical story. A dark start followed by the birth of a new life, a new bond, and for the first time in his life a very uncertain future. What else to do but accept his fate? He and this little one, this precious dragon that someone reached deep into his heart, were in this together now, come what may.]
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[So he'll remain quiet for now, wrap his arms around Takatora and hold him close. Let him cry it out. There's a deep well of emotion there neither of them could ever have expected to be unthawed within Takatora's lifetime, but it is what it is.]
[One step at a time.]