The begining school.
#2 of A most heroic Tale
In the middle of winter, a lone student sits in the commons area, watching as humans and furs walk by, chatting about their drole lives. Lives that they think are so important. Here and there, activity happnes other then the usual rush of stuents to the cafaria for their lunches.
A couple making out in the corner, another having a fight over some trivial matter. Other places a couple of teenage human boys are making fun of, and bullying a younger, smaller fox, pushing and shoving her around. They pull on her ears, tug on her tail and more or less make her miserable.
That is until a large scalie shows up beside them, his shadow thrown over the two smaller boys, who look upwards in fear. Their eyes grow wide, and they look at each other, then break apart running in opposing directions as if they are of one mind.
The Dragon looks at one, then the other, trying to figure out what to do. Finally seeing the human males running away for their lives, the dragon looks towards the young fox, seeing only the tide of flesh as she runs away towards the cafateria.
With a deep breath and a shrug, the six foot six inch tall dragon wades through the crowd of mamallia, keeping his fragile wings close to his body so that they don't break. Also, to keep his tail from getting stepped on, as is so much the case with humanity and fur kind, he simply wraps the bulk of his tale around his waist, his blade sheathed in leather to stop it from hurting anyone.
His scales are a deep vibrant red, lighter though on his belly. He has several long maroon tendrals leading out the back of his head, looking like a human's version of hair. His eyes are a deep green, surrounded by an almost vibrating silver. His wings are large, yet about average for his kind. Since his scales cover all of his body, and those parts that need to be covered, are, he only wears a very loose baggy pair of grey denim pants, tied around his ankle spikes and his waist, yet with a tail hole so that his tail can stick out easier.
He simply shakes his head at the mass of people hearding towards the lunch room like a bunch of catle, and shoves his way through the crowds his large size making it far easier to move through them.
Finally, he gets through the tide of people, and makes his way towards his next class, a class on the psycology of furs and humans and their interactions.
With a look at his watch, the red dragon gawks, then leaps forwards, almost running over the principal.
"Sorry!"
He yells over his shoulder, planting a foot on the wall, then leaping off of it so that he gets inside the door just as the bell rings.
"Pyron. You are late again. Your reason?"
Asked the teacher, a tall girrafe anthro.
"Sorry Sir. Had to help someone." He says, straigtening upright, allowing his back to crack and his wings to unfold gracefully.
"Very well. Up to your seat Pyron. Try not to be late tomorrow okay?"
With a nod of his scalie head, he climbs the ten tiered stadium seating of the lecture hall, and sits next to a human friend.
"Hey Bill. What are the bash brothers doing back at school?"
Whispers Pyron of his fellow conspiritor, sparing partner, friend and foster brother.
"I didn't know that they were back. Did you take care of them as usual?"
He whispers back to his draconic ally and friend who only nods his answer as the girafe looks at the two with a stern look.
"Nice." Was all the human had to say as the class got underway.
"Now class! Who can tell me what Deus ex is? What does it mean and how does it corrispond to todays world?"
He asks, surveying the room intently, wondering if anyone could even guess at what it meant.
With a nudge from his human half brother, Pyron raises his hand, gaining attention from his teacher.
"Yes Pyron? Do you have an answer for me?"
"Yes sir. Deus in latin is God. Ex in latin usually means different things, but in this context, it would mean from, or from within. Deus Ex, is God from within. Typically, this would mean that the person finds the strength within himself to beat back any opposition, or things like that."
He says, much to the suprise of some of the people around him, for they knew him as a brawler, or someone who enjoyed conflict. They must have been thinking that he was only that and not an intelectual as well. But Pyron was not finished yet.
"This is a direct corrolation to the effect of courage on humans and furs to overcome any and all berriors before us when it is needed."
He says to the nod of his teacher who motions him to sit down.
"Okay then. Anyone want to tell me, from what he said, what Deus Vobiscum means? Anyone? Anyone?... Beuler?" He says after a short pause, wanting some kind of reaction from the class.
With a nudge and a whisper from Bill, Pryon raises his hand again.
"Yes Mr. Gaje? What is your answer?"
Asks the teacher as he noticed Pyron's clawed finger.
"Deus Vobiscum is ancient farewell phrase almost. It means, May God be with you."
He says smartly, then sits down with a thump, his tail in between the supports for the back, like any anthro chair would be made. His leather coverd tail blade was tapping gently against the ground, making a hollow thumping noise as the hard edge makes a reverberation like a drum.
"Mr. Gaje. Please stop that thumping if you please?"
Startled, the red dragon whos full name is Pyron Esgarouth Gaje, thumps his tail so hard that it crackes the floor underneath the carpet. With a resounding crack, the wood planking that held up his chair suddenly broke, making his seat fall into the hole he had made with his tail.
With a squeel of suprise that is most unbefitting of a dragon of anysize, he falls down to the hard concrete floor, brusing his tail bone and his tail.
"Ow. Man, I have got to stop doing that."
He winses as he stands up, stretching his wings to make sure that they are all okay. Then, with a look around, he sees a small glowing object, nessled inside the crook of a support beam, shining brightly in the darkness of the area underneath the seating. With the curiosity of a hatchling, he wanders over there, wincing time and again as his bruised tail and tail bone are bumped. Finally, after much ducking and writhing through the support beams, he reaches the object. It is small, only about half the size of a human's palm.
The strange thing about it is that is was a single clear orb, surrounded by two rings of an unknown black metal, each ring enscribed with runes of an unknown nature.
"Hmm... Someone must have left this down here, yet I see no dust on it, and there is no distubance here at all. The dust and webs are all undisturbed around the thing, yet there are no signs of anykind of time passage on the item."
He says to himself. Suddenly, the thing flashes, and then goes dark as Pyron reaches out and touches the orb's smooth surface gently with a claw.
As he does, the teacher who was calm, reaches over to grab the phone.
"Yes? Yeah, Pyron has done it yet again. Yeah. We need another room till we get the others finished." He says with a sigh to the school administrators.
"No. I don't think he is hurt at all. No, I don't think he will sue." He tells the other person on the other end of the line, making sure that whom ever it was, knew that Pyron wasn't that kind of dragon.
Back underneath the seating, Pyron had taken a chain that he had around his neck, and and looped it through a hole drilled inside the outer most ring, and had slipped it around his neck. As soon as the object touched his scales, he felt a strange tingling running throughout his body, then all at once, as quickly as it started, it stopped, leaving him buzzed and slightly giddy.
With a slight growl-like purr, he makes his way back through the cobwebs and underneath the hole that he had made. With a twist of his neck, he looks upwards at the light, seeing his foster brother and his other friends laughing at him, though in jest, and several offering their hands to help him up.
"Nice going Pyron. We get the rest of the period off becuase of you, while he looks for a new class room."
Shouts down one of his fox friends, smiling all the while, making sure that the red dragon knew that he was only joking. With a returning smile, and a twitch of his arms, he starts climbing the support beams of the raised lecture hall, accepting some of their hands for help, while keeping his feet and tail wrapped around the beams, allowing them to think that they were helping him.
With a snort, he pokes his head through the hole, and heaves himself out of it, making sure to keep his wings close, in case the wood had grabbed a hold of some of the leathery skin.
"Hey, Pyron. Whats that you have around your neck?" Asks one of his friends, a vixen this time, her eyes blue, her fur a very nice white.
"Dunno yet." He says, just as the fire drill bell rings, making everyone jump, and laugh at their embarasment. With a shake of his head, and another growling purr, he heaves himself out of the hole, and exits the room, followed by Bill, who had leapt over his foster brother's hole.