Unknown Worlds: Chatterox's problems
Coming with a beautiful dragoness, Neriax sets his attention towards the next world. But troubles went along the way in the snowy place. How will he deal with his own kind?
Unknown Worlds: Chatterox's Problems
Our eyes met. She stared at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. I was nervous as I felt the heat behind my neck heated up; I had never wanted to spout anything stupid that would ruin my chances with her. She seems to be alone, however. No one to take care of her. Was she alone? How old was she- I shake my head, biting the lower bit of my lips as I narrowed my eyes trying to sway my eyes away from her to avoid having her confusion about me. After the silence, I decided to speak. Opening my mouth, my mind drew a blank and I was more nervous than before that sweat had begun to emerge from my white scales. She raised her paw up to her mouth and smiled, making a soft noise from her throat. I was not sure whether or not was she mocking, teasing me or just laughing. I frowned but tried to keep my mouth up towards the heavens above. However, she decided to speak.
Her voice was calm like an angel. It could probably make any hatchling sleeping upon hearing it. I nodded slowly, avoiding the question that she had thrown at me and she resulted in a confusion look. Snapping back to reality, I asked back "What did you say?" she sighed and shakes her head, raising her head towards the black skies above her. She allowed the silence between us inside our conversation before killing it, she lowered her eyes back down to me and asked again "Are you from around here?" "no," I responded, rather quickly. Nervousness and anxiety began to emerge from the bottom of my underbelly. I rumbled with a soft sound and gazed away towards the sides to the forest trees that had snow in them. She made a noise and responded back, "So you are not from around here?" "Yes," I responded, she nodded then fell silent afterward.
Our conversation was a series of short words and answers, it had become repetitive upon this point in time that I dug my paw onto the depths of the snow, swiping it to the side in anger while she watches me do so. I turned around and spread my wings, tempted to continue on to my journey but something pulled on my tail. I shifted my head around noticing her still having her fangs on me. I swatted her to the side with it and she let go; pouting with that puppy eyes you see from every guilty dog out there. I sighed and said nothing, turning myself around as I faced her. She asked again, "Why are you so quick on leaving?" "Cause," I barked, "You're annoying. This snow is annoying. There's nothing here except you me and thousands of trees around us!" She stared at me after my rant and I snorted before sneezing, letting go an army of ice drops that fall to the grounds mixing in with the snow below. "You look like you're not fine. Guess you are not from around here at all." "No." I responded, lowering my voice down to meet with hers, "I flew from my home to travel around the world; hoping to see other places." "Where's your goal?" "There is no goal." I finished but she still hangs on to the topic.
With her beautiful wings spread, she asked me "Can I come?" "You will get sick from your outside environment." "What do you mean by that?" She asked me and I sighed before looking up into the skies again hoping to answer her question perfectly. However, when no thought came to mind, I spread my own wings and flew up into the skies leaving her behind as I glide along with the winds safely into the air among the silent night as I drifted off straight into an unknown direction. I frowned after realizing it. However, someone else decided to keep the company in the air. Oh, how I dreaded for someone to be with me. Shifting my eyes behind of me, I was not surprised to see the same dragoness up in the air grinning upon me. She spoke some words before flapping her wings. But those words were lost in the winds leaving me having her to speak up for me to hear. She cannot; for her vocal cords were shot earlier on when she had tried it.
We flew in the continued westward direction straight to the border and onto the worst place that any dragon could be in. No, I do not think it's hell or the hospital. Although I do like the hospital thing however. No, It's the swamp. Cue dramatic music please.