Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-28439145-20170923165917

(Oh, you'll find out who the dragon is later, it's not BDK)

Bullet attemped to bite the dragon, but didn't answer her question. He took a swing at the coyote and missed, thanks to his small paws. The coyote gave him a quizzical, but still angry look. Bullet growled, then went limp. "Where does he get the blood from?" Bullet hissed angrily and lifted up his scarred paw. It looked fresh, but it had clearly been there for a while. The dragon wrapped a leaf around his paw, and, using vines from a tree, bound him tightly to the thick trunk of a tree. He struggled, biting and clawing at the ropes.

"That'll do you good. Hey, don't worry about us. We're nice."

Bullet narrowed his eyes, then closed them and stopped struggling. The dragon almost fell backwards when she heard a voice echo in her head.

No dragons can be nice.

"What happened?" said the coyote.

Bullet answered her question, causing her eyes to open wide, revealing the whites at the corners.

Ah right, I've forgotten to explain.

Do you dimwits know what telepathy is?