Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-30921738-20171025161042

Akurle narrowed her eyes at Inktrill, but didn't respond. There was nothing to say either as Inktrill was dragged into the tent and Akurle took her place on the stage. Crowds of Jammers were screaming and yelling and laughing below. Over all the noise, she could barely make out a few conversations.

"HA! Look at it, cowering in that cage..."

"...weak."

"IS THAT A DRAGON??!"

"...so rare...."

"This is a so-called Magikin? This puny lizard?"

"...isn't even a full sized dragon..."

"Did I really just waste my momey to look at this worthless thing?"

"...wow! Real life dragon!"

"...so worth it..."

"Really? This is a waste..."

"Wait, isn't that one of the shapeshifters?"

"A shapeshifter!"

"...want to see it change forms..."

"Are you serious? A shapeshifter..."

"....just, so weak..."

"I want to see it shapeshift..."

".....what can it change into?"

"WEAK!"

Someone threw a carrot at Akurles face, which was aimed quite precisely and hit her eye. She crushed it in her talons and hissed loudly, enough to silence most of the crowd. She wasn't going to look WEAK, she was going to PROVE to them that she was the OPPOSITE of WEAK.

After a moent of silence, the Jammers below started whispering and muttering things like 'what if it escapes?' or 'HA, still a weakling.' and 'I wonder how strong it is'. She was highly offended that none of them even knew her GENDER.

Akurle managed to hear a conversation near the front of the crowd, where someone said 'I wonder if it can breathe fire.' Akurle sucked in a bunch of air and blew out a blast fo fire straight at the crowd. She didn't care if someone got hurt, or if started throwing more things at her, or even if they started whipping her.

The blast of fire made contact, and everything erupted into chaos.