Dreams (character introduction)
--Prime log access denied--
"Prime host control migrating to host...trigger"
It took but a whisper for the male to open their eyes, a claw over his snout to see if it's really there. "Are you feeling alright, sweet?" A slick form of purple danced in front of the dragon's eyes. It shook him and pulled him closer. "My mind is brilliant, body crippled and my soul's gone. What happened?" Soon, the male was wide awake and standing. A loud noise echoed from afar. His sensitive hearing picked up a sigh of relief. "You were in a coma. Let's get off here." If the dragon wassn't sure that his heart was beating, he wondered no longer. "What do you mean in a coma?" A long silence followed. "That's not how it works. You don't just get up from full years of laying still and jump around like a butterfly! Do you know how much damage such prolonged hibe~" A solid smack across his face told him all he wanted to know. The ness pushed him off to the side. Trails of blood laid everywhere. Was this some kind of ritual?
"Coming", he whispered in a cold tone. Vision turned into a blur. Screeches and screams died down to a blow of wind. "What is going on?" He asked and leaned more towards her, collapsing near to a large stone. The female let out a deep sigh. She pressed them both to the block.
- Let's start with basics. What colour is the guardian?
The anthro looked at her like an idiot. "What?", was all he could try to respond with. The dragoness shook her snout and let out a sigh.
Let's pretend this didn't happen. What's your name?
I... I'm not sure.
Not a problem. Do any come to your mind? At this point you can pick yourself one and we'll pretend it was always so.
A swarm of thoughts clouded his brain. It took him a good few minutes before he was comfortable with his choice.
Harry. My name is Harry.
What can you tell me about yourself, Harry?
Well, maybe _you _can tell me? You shake me awake in a middle of a blood-stained nowhere. Tell me I woke up from a coma and start asking questions like I'm some kind of a machine. What is this, a roleplaying forum?
Harry felt a claw at his throat. No knives were as sharp and intimidating as a dragon's edge. Not one in the world. "I risked my life every day. Carrying you around. Keeping you warm, safe, well fed. I hibernated you for years. Hunted for you. Cleaned you. The least you can do is tell me how much you remember!!"
- Easy, easy. Alright. Fine. I was born... -he shook his snout, looked around and shook his snout again- elsewhere.
The ness opened her maw, about to ask the next question before she was interrupted.
Some kind of village. My mother used to say that my hands were made to play with the strings. I never understood what she meant. One day she left me... home... like the usual... going out to buy some things. She never returned. With no one to protect me, I was being hunted. Lived alone in some kind of forest. I traded my sanity for the ability to learn. I observed, tried and... thought a lot. The thinking was freeing. But eventually, it got me down. I was... um...
Okay, that's enough.
I felt her claws run down my cheeks with the dull sides. "Sorry for being rough. It was such a long time and... I got emotional. I'm going to show you something, okay? It will make you remember everything."
It was still hard to see with everything blurry. The female was shaking. She embraced him like a friend or a family. The ness cuddled him as fresh tears run down her cheeks. Harry didn't know how to feel about this. It was all so absurd. From waking up with blood everywhere to being hugged by a mysterious, crying dragoness. Something was off here. It was very wrong. "Can I trust you?", he whispered into her ear. She pointed at a pile of burning trees far away. "If I meant you harm, I would have left you with them." Yeah. That made sense. Probably.
A few minutes later they were at another section of the forest. A small hut, made of wood appeared on their field of vision. A blood stain rested near the entrance. Whoever lived here must have left a few years ago. Remnants of what looked like an old plaza shined with its dust. A set of stairs was at right, leading up. At the centre was a kitchen, which extended into a living room with a small fireplace. Before Harry could look around, the female took him upstairs. Along the walls were two rooms. Both had wooden doors, enchanted for better resistance. The first one led to a room with a single bed, some toys on the floor and a scent hard to describe. The second was locked. The ness used a red key to open it. The key wasn't red. It was stained in blood.
Harry's eyes widened once again. Walls were painted green. At left, blue paint was splashed along the entire wall. It looked like a children's drawing but somehow was still detailed and professional. The image depicted a kneeling form. It was humanoid in build. Its wings were larger than the rest of its body, extending to the corners of the room. Half of it was human, the other mechanical-like. The figure had its head lowered, but looking forward. It gazed upon the opposite wall. This one depicted a gryphon. Its feathers were crimson and orange, made in colours of a fire. Its wings were ripped out from its body and torn to pieces. yet the scene depicted the creature soaring through the air. Below, a note in black paint. "The gryphon can fly."
Something clicked inside Harry's mind. "The guardian is blue", he called aloud and looked around. Nobody was there. Not a sign they ever were.