Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171003004547/@comment-27070860-20171005200922

(Now, I know I stated that Essca is an unsympathetic, cruel dragon, but I didn’t really think it through e,e. He’s unsympathetic and cruel to people he doesn’t care about, but he enjoys the satisfaction of having helped people who he likes.)

Four days prior to the current action.

Essca sat in his cabin, sipping the already cold tea they hadn’t drank since the morning. Three fourths a glass of white tea with one and a half spoons of sugar. Even though the drought dragon expected to find a flaw in their drink every time, they were always happily surprised by their apprentice’s accuracy.

The eggs for breakfast weren’t half bad either.

The dragon carefully mused over his latest plan- leaving his territory for the jungle/rainforest place up top.

They weren’t good with maps or places, that’s why they kept Raika around. Without her They’d probably get lost in their own territory. As much as Essca hated it, they were utter crap at following directions. A few years prior to now, they were still having trouble with finding the way from the main hall to the kitchen.

“Essca~” a sing-song voice called out, as the doors to the dragon’s study open with a loud squeak.

They’ll add that to the list of things to fix.

“Where are we going now? I heard from Latte you were planning on leaving for the jungle up north~! What are these plans I’m first hearing of? Isn’t there some sort of cult camp up there~? My my, do you maybe have some business with someone there~? Someone owe you a debt or invited you there~?” Raika rambled on, walking around the drought dragon’s room, her claws scratching againced the already worn out floorboards. Essca estimated there’d be a hole there in a week or so.

“Yeah. We’re going to be headed somewhere north, apparently a ‘friend’ of mine left something there. I wouldn’t be leaving for the stupid jungle if it weren’t for the fact that without that ‘something’ I can’t really keep my word. I should have known better and never promise anything to Latte” Essca mused, finishing their tea before slamming the cup on the desk before him.

“Oh~ You finally noticed Latte’s dedication and work~? He’s been trying to gain your approval for years now~, about time you did something other than teach him how to move around a kitchen~”

“Shut it- a dragon is worthless if it’s starved. Besides, if the guy gets lost- “

“He’s not the one I’d be worried about when it comes to getting lost~”

“-…as I was saying, IF the guy gets lost, he’ll probably hunt some fox and eat it raw. Then come the tapeworms and bugs that’ll eat you up from the inside. I doubt you’d like that to happen” they explained, as the feathered dragon simply rolled their eyes.

“Those things don’t work on dragons~; most of our bodies will simply destroy the pest before it gets to dangerous~”

“Yeah, well, it’s still disgusting. Blood and guts flying around- bleh. I’m all in for all that poetry crap, I even like it most of the time, but after Hen started rhyming about painting with blood and skinning dragons alive, their desperate shrieks calling out like those in beautiful songs- nope, thank you very much. I rather the empty desert, with the occasional cactus and sandstorm” Essca mumbled. Raika let out a hum of acknowledgment.

“When are we heading out~? Latte said to get ready now~ - are we leaving today, after noon~?”

“Yep. We better hope nobody swiped Mari’s agent yet. Mari said the agent and opponent dropped dead, so hopefully their bodies are still there. If we’re lucky, the rings and amulets will still be on the corps”

“And if someone looted them already?”

“Then we search for the damned thing. As you said, there’s a camp, and from what I’ve heard, there have been people from the opposing side passing through the jungle. We’ll find it sooner or later” they answered, before standing up and arching their back, stretching like a cat.

“Alrighty then~. I’ll get everything ready by noon~! You better make sure Latte packed everything he needs, I’m not sure if he managed to remember that whole list of items you told him to take~” the hero dragon sang, before heading out the door. Essca was once again left to their own devices.

Latte was a good kid. There was nothing wrong with the guy- except the fact that he begged the older to lead and train him. But Essca had no idea how to be a teacher.

Latte wanted to be able to kill with just the touch of a claw, Latte wanted to know how scare the opponent into running away from the situation. Latte wanted to be like Essca- and the older dragon disliked that idea. They stood by the statement that every dragon should be their own; they shouldn’t copy someone else’s moves or powers. Latte was a very determined and capable dragon- it shouldn’t be Essca who decides about the god dragon’s future, but the dragon itself.

Will he steal lives, or will he protect them? Will he see the beauty in life, or will living become a job?

Essca sighed, before going to pack some materials and food for the road. All he hoped for was warm weather.

And if Mari’s agent was still in the jungle untouched, that would be great too.