Bit inspired by luco
Jun. 21st, 2006 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrNo idea what she actually intends for the lovely drawing but discussions of wanting to find one in a tree led to this (and lord, after this I'm grounded from posting for the evening):
Will def do more with it later, I think.
Something was crying.
Alvin didn't know what, or how he knew it was crying, but he knew somewhere nearby something was crying. It wasn't a sound he'd ever heard before, nothing remotely like what he was used to hearing in the woods. Maybe his idiot cousin had finally gone completely mad scientist.
It was a high, keening sound with a hint of...growl. Like a kitten that was trying to be tough even as it cried. Except this sound was too big to be a kitten. Maybe if it was a siberian tiger kitten. Which he doubted. Last he checked the only tigers in Sweet Arbor were the ones that coudln't play football to save their lives.
He kept walking, but his angry stride had slowed to a hesitant, searching walk as he looked in vain for the source of the sound. The biggest problem with forests is that direction of sound was damn near impossible to peg.
The sound suddenly doubled in volume, seeming to come from behind him, and Alvin whipped around hard enough the end of his short braid smacked him in the face. Swearing, he flipped it back over his shoulder and looked carefully around. Then he looked up.
And fel lhard on his ass in shock. He stared. Stared some more. Finally closed his mouth when a bug got too close. He rubbed his eyes and wondered what his dipshit cousin had slipped into his coffee this time.
Cause no way was there a dragon in the tree.
If he were a girl, he might've called it cute. It was sort of a forest-green, though the color lightened and darkened in places. Its little claws were dug into the tree, the dragon cliniging for dear life, it's wings folding and unfolding as it all but shook itself loose from fear.
And it was definitely crying.
What in the hell was he supposed to do with a crying dragon, drug-induced or no? Feeling ten kinds of stupid, hoping and praying his stupid cousin wasn't skulking about with a video camera again. If so, Kent was gonna die. For real this time. Or at least go into the pond again. This time with rocks tied to his shoes.
Shaking his head, resigned to watching a video of himself talking to a tree later that night, Alvin held up a hand and tried to talk to the little dragon. "C'mon, fella. No need to cry...umm...what are you doing here?" Face hot, but not knowin what else to do the thing was crying he couldn't leave it, Alvin moved close -- and stopped abruptly as the crying once more esculated in volume. "Aww, c'mon little guy, it'll be all right. Let's get you out of that tree, huh? Can you fly down?" He frowned, frustrated. The damned thing could fly, why was it clinging to the tree like a terrified cat?
Huffing, thoroughly put out and deciding that Kent was going to get far worse than the stupid pond, Alvin rifled through the pockets of his worn denim jacket for a pack of gum, needing something sweet to chew on while he thought. He finally found two last pieces of Super Watermelon bubblegum and popped it into his mouth --- then realized the crying had stopped.
The dragon was starring. Hard. As if he was suddenly the most fascinating, non scary thing on the face of the planet. Alvin blinked, then realized the direction of the dragon's gaze --- his gum. Surely not. He broke the last piece in half and held one up, the dragon just barely a foot out of reach. "You a fellow fan?" he asked, blowing a large pink bubble with his own before snapping it and going back to chewing.
In a blur of movement the dragon snitched the littel piece of gum and then resumed his fearful clinging -- except instead of crying, he was making a chittering, chirping, obviously very happy sound. His eyes, which had only seemed dark before, now swirled with pinks and blues and purplres. He was dangerously close to calling it pretty.
Damn it. First cute. Now pretty. Kent was gonna die.
The dragon made another chirping sound as the bit of gum vanished, and Alvin barely kept himself from stumbling back as it climbed further down the tree, stoppinng at chest level, swirling eyes focused on the remainig bit of gum.
"Come and get it," Alvin said, stepping away so that the dragon woudl have to come for it, keeping it close to his chest.
For what seemed like minutes but had to have been just seconds, the dragon only stared. Alvin was starting to give up hope when it suddenly sprang forward, landing hard on his chest and shoulders, sending him stumbling, reeeling -- barely avoiding falling. "Oof, dragon. You're heavy."
The dragon chirped and snitched the last piece of gum
It was startlingly warm. Almost hot. Scales surprsingly smooth without quite beingg slick. Alvin touched it cautiously, certain he was about to lose a hand, but instead of attacking him, the dragon merely ate -- chewed then swallowd, what a waste of Super Watermelon -- and then simply pooled in his arms. Yet again, Alvin was reminded of a cat.
A weird sort of growl started up in the dragon's chest, and with a sigh Alvin wondered if the damned thing was purring. Of course. Why not. Dragon in the woods. Liked gum. Of course it purred. He started to speak--
Then the dragon's head shot up, and Alvin was too dumbfounded to react as the slender head reached into his open mouth, and something thin and wet flicked in his mouth briefly before it was gone and Alvin realized what had just happened.
The little bastard had stolen his gum.
"Oh, great," he said. "I find a dragon that thinks its a cat and acts like Kent. Figures. If you stick around long enough to name, you're gonna get called Pest. Or maybe Trouble."
The dragon started doing the purring thing again, and nuzzled his face gently against Alvin's cheek.
Heaving a sigh, dreading his return home -- because reality or drug-induced, Kent's reaction to the dragon would force him to murder the man and he had too much work to get done to be locked up for murder.
"You don't breathe fire do you?" Alvin asked hopefully, but he could tell from the slowing of the purrs and the steady rise and fall of the little chest curled up against his that the dragon was fast asleep. Heaving another sigh, Alvin turned and started making his way back home.
Will def do more with it later, I think.
Something was crying.
Alvin didn't know what, or how he knew it was crying, but he knew somewhere nearby something was crying. It wasn't a sound he'd ever heard before, nothing remotely like what he was used to hearing in the woods. Maybe his idiot cousin had finally gone completely mad scientist.
It was a high, keening sound with a hint of...growl. Like a kitten that was trying to be tough even as it cried. Except this sound was too big to be a kitten. Maybe if it was a siberian tiger kitten. Which he doubted. Last he checked the only tigers in Sweet Arbor were the ones that coudln't play football to save their lives.
He kept walking, but his angry stride had slowed to a hesitant, searching walk as he looked in vain for the source of the sound. The biggest problem with forests is that direction of sound was damn near impossible to peg.
The sound suddenly doubled in volume, seeming to come from behind him, and Alvin whipped around hard enough the end of his short braid smacked him in the face. Swearing, he flipped it back over his shoulder and looked carefully around. Then he looked up.
And fel lhard on his ass in shock. He stared. Stared some more. Finally closed his mouth when a bug got too close. He rubbed his eyes and wondered what his dipshit cousin had slipped into his coffee this time.
Cause no way was there a dragon in the tree.
If he were a girl, he might've called it cute. It was sort of a forest-green, though the color lightened and darkened in places. Its little claws were dug into the tree, the dragon cliniging for dear life, it's wings folding and unfolding as it all but shook itself loose from fear.
And it was definitely crying.
What in the hell was he supposed to do with a crying dragon, drug-induced or no? Feeling ten kinds of stupid, hoping and praying his stupid cousin wasn't skulking about with a video camera again. If so, Kent was gonna die. For real this time. Or at least go into the pond again. This time with rocks tied to his shoes.
Shaking his head, resigned to watching a video of himself talking to a tree later that night, Alvin held up a hand and tried to talk to the little dragon. "C'mon, fella. No need to cry...umm...what are you doing here?" Face hot, but not knowin what else to do the thing was crying he couldn't leave it, Alvin moved close -- and stopped abruptly as the crying once more esculated in volume. "Aww, c'mon little guy, it'll be all right. Let's get you out of that tree, huh? Can you fly down?" He frowned, frustrated. The damned thing could fly, why was it clinging to the tree like a terrified cat?
Huffing, thoroughly put out and deciding that Kent was going to get far worse than the stupid pond, Alvin rifled through the pockets of his worn denim jacket for a pack of gum, needing something sweet to chew on while he thought. He finally found two last pieces of Super Watermelon bubblegum and popped it into his mouth --- then realized the crying had stopped.
The dragon was starring. Hard. As if he was suddenly the most fascinating, non scary thing on the face of the planet. Alvin blinked, then realized the direction of the dragon's gaze --- his gum. Surely not. He broke the last piece in half and held one up, the dragon just barely a foot out of reach. "You a fellow fan?" he asked, blowing a large pink bubble with his own before snapping it and going back to chewing.
In a blur of movement the dragon snitched the littel piece of gum and then resumed his fearful clinging -- except instead of crying, he was making a chittering, chirping, obviously very happy sound. His eyes, which had only seemed dark before, now swirled with pinks and blues and purplres. He was dangerously close to calling it pretty.
Damn it. First cute. Now pretty. Kent was gonna die.
The dragon made another chirping sound as the bit of gum vanished, and Alvin barely kept himself from stumbling back as it climbed further down the tree, stoppinng at chest level, swirling eyes focused on the remainig bit of gum.
"Come and get it," Alvin said, stepping away so that the dragon woudl have to come for it, keeping it close to his chest.
For what seemed like minutes but had to have been just seconds, the dragon only stared. Alvin was starting to give up hope when it suddenly sprang forward, landing hard on his chest and shoulders, sending him stumbling, reeeling -- barely avoiding falling. "Oof, dragon. You're heavy."
The dragon chirped and snitched the last piece of gum
It was startlingly warm. Almost hot. Scales surprsingly smooth without quite beingg slick. Alvin touched it cautiously, certain he was about to lose a hand, but instead of attacking him, the dragon merely ate -- chewed then swallowd, what a waste of Super Watermelon -- and then simply pooled in his arms. Yet again, Alvin was reminded of a cat.
A weird sort of growl started up in the dragon's chest, and with a sigh Alvin wondered if the damned thing was purring. Of course. Why not. Dragon in the woods. Liked gum. Of course it purred. He started to speak--
Then the dragon's head shot up, and Alvin was too dumbfounded to react as the slender head reached into his open mouth, and something thin and wet flicked in his mouth briefly before it was gone and Alvin realized what had just happened.
The little bastard had stolen his gum.
"Oh, great," he said. "I find a dragon that thinks its a cat and acts like Kent. Figures. If you stick around long enough to name, you're gonna get called Pest. Or maybe Trouble."
The dragon started doing the purring thing again, and nuzzled his face gently against Alvin's cheek.
Heaving a sigh, dreading his return home -- because reality or drug-induced, Kent's reaction to the dragon would force him to murder the man and he had too much work to get done to be locked up for murder.
"You don't breathe fire do you?" Alvin asked hopefully, but he could tell from the slowing of the purrs and the steady rise and fall of the little chest curled up against his that the dragon was fast asleep. Heaving another sigh, Alvin turned and started making his way back home.
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Date: 2006-06-22 01:46 am (UTC)Hee hee. My cats like to sniff my mouth whenever I yawn, and I've gotten licked before. Good ol' kitties.