CH3- Bugger
Danny grumbled under his frosty breath, lying on the floor of the oh so comfy room he's come to see as his own personal prison cell. The wizards knocked him out once again to get him back into the iron collar. It rubbed against his amulet gem in all the wrong ways.
Just because he was stuck here didn't mean he had to be happy about it!
He glared at the sandwich on the floor, the last evidence that anyone had been in here at all. It still smelled alright, the chicken meat swirling around his olfactory nerves. Way better than the slab of pig, apparently, sitting by the door in a dish.
It was a crime against all good food, that it was now on the floor. Now he may have a flip-flopping opinion about backwash, but floor food was definitely on the too-gross-to-consume list.
.. But.. on the other hand.. It sure was a shame to waste such a delicious smelling sandwich..
He was weaaak.
He was so, so weaaaak.
Charlie ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself as he followed Goldhorn, who currently was wheelbarrowing fresh meat to some surely hungry critters. The african amercan easily carried it with his thickset build. 6 down and the next one down the line was the Lithefoot. Sure, his scare had only been yesterday, but Charlie wouldn't be who he was if he let something like that keep him down.
"It's time to feed your best friend, Weasley~." Goldhorn cooed, teasing him a tad before unlocking the door. Luckily, the beast was properly chained up this time.
With another spell, the chain shortened, keeping the dragon away from the entrance. It huffed in indignation when it was tugged backwards, out of its resting spot. Surprisingly, the ice nest still looked as fresh as it had yesterday. The room wasn't set to be any colder than room temperature.
"Look at this, the bugger hasn't even touched the last one." Goldhorn exclaims, dragging the slowly rotting slab of meat back to the wheelbarrow. "We can feed this to the scavengers."
Charlie nodded, humming as he glanced around the pen. "Bugger did eat my sandwich from yesterday, though. Do you think it's gonna get out again?"
Goldhorn shook his head, dropping the meat with a loud metal thunk. "Between the charms on the chain locking it down, and the entrapment spell on the pen itself, it's a good chance that we're safe, Weasley."
Charlie winced slightly, realizing his ruse had been caught. "I'm still pretty sure it got out on it's own last time." he says, eyeing the creature while Goldhorn picked up a new meat slab from the hallway, out of sight.
The creature eyed him back, put on what could only be called a smirk, and did something unbelievable. It pulled the collar right off through its own neck, holding it awkwardly in his claws.
Charlie made a very undignified yelp. "Goldhorn?! THE STUPID THING GOT LOOSE AGAIN!"
Goldhorn rushed into the room, wand at the ready, pushing the petrified redhead back into the hallway. After a few minutes of silence, the thickset man walked back into the hallway and grabbed a fresh slab of meat. "Ha ha, Weasley, you're such a comedian. Just get the next beast's meal ready."
Charlie peeked his head into the room, seeing the dragon sitting oh-so-innocently with the iron ring around his neck. The redhead's face flushed slightly.
"Goldhorn?" he called
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm hallucinating.."
Goldhorn glanced up from his job. "Are you feeling ill?"
Charlie set his face in his hands with a long sigh. "I wasn't before but now I can't be too sure.."
"Go get some rest. I'll handle this."
Danny sat snickering to himself as he felt the chain go slack, elongating once more. Weasley and Goldhorn seemed like two very nice fellows. But who in their right mind names their child Weasley? Goldhorn was probably just a nickname.. or at least it had better be, because naming your child Goldhorn would be the epitome of psychological warfare.
The draconic boy stepped to the plate of food and inspected it with a snarl. It was raw again. Now he almost wished that he had fire breath instead of ice breath so he could eat something provided without hoping to nearly vomit. He didn't care that a dragon would eat that; he certainly wasn't going to.
Danny tugged on his iron collar absentmindedly. He didn't want to start another fiasco, but he did need to get out of here somehow. According to Goldhorn and Weasley's conversation, the entire room was magic'd up so he couldn't escape. Danny needed to gain the trust of one of these staff members, and get them to let him free. He was already having a rough time of that, though; nonverbal communication was limited to nods and head shakes when your hands are claws and you can't write with anything. His half-useless claws didn't even make scratches in the cell wall.
The teen sighs softly. He really, really, missed his ghost powers right about now. There was nothing to do in here but mope, and it was getting really old, really quick.
… pranking Weasley was still hilarious though.
Charlie rapped his fingers on the cafeteria table, sighing softly as he buried his nose deeper into his book. There's got to be something he's missing about that Lithefoot.
A familiar brunette slid into the seat next to him.. "Hey there Weasley. What are you researching now?" she asks curiously, some of the edge her voice once had now gone.
"Wot'cher, Asp. The Lithefoot- now, I know what you're gonna say-" he sighs, perking up his head. "And I promise that this won't turn into an obsession. I just can't find anything in others' research about that gem on its neck." he explained, turning a book around to face her. It depicted Lithefoot much like the one they had in the ranch, perhaps a bit paler. It wasn't unusual for some dragon breeds to have gems in their build. In fact, It's quite common for dragons who lived near volcanoes. But it was unusual for only one of the species to show up with this trait.
"Mmmhmm.." Asp mumbled skeptically, inspecting the images on the page. "Just like how the Thorntails didn't become an obsession too, right?" she questioned.
Charlie huffs, an indignant look covering his features. "Gee, thanks Asp."
A ghost of a smile lights her face, making Charlie even madder. "Anytime, Weasley. Try not to stay here too long."
Charlie hops up, grabbing her arm. "Wait, Asp.." He bites his lip. His thoughts about this whole subject seemed ludicrous, even perhaps daft. He wanted her opinion but he didn't want to sound crazy. "I want to observe it, but more safely this time, if you catch my drift." Asp rolls her eyes. "So! I was hoping that.. maybe you'd be willing to come with?"
Asp turns back to the door, a blank look on her face. "If you were scared, Weasley, you should have just told me." Before Charlie could object, she silences him with, "I'll meet you at the door at 3 pm. Don't be late, or you're on your own."
Danny watched the new wizard with curious eyes. His muscles and general physique led him to believe he was sporty, but the smile on his face, as he drew Danny's unmoving form, had an undeniable friendly aura to it.
The ghostly teen didn't mind too much. For one thing, the chain didn't drag him to the other side of the room again, because he was already resting there. He tried to stay in the same position, not wanting to ruin the man's drawing.
Let's just hope he gets my good side. He thinks with a snort. The loud noise startles the new guy, but he doesn't say anything about it.
Eventually, Danny decides to sit up. He stretches his tail towards the man, and stretches his wings outward. He pauses when he noticed a wild glint in the man's eye, sketching furiously the new position, no doubt. Danny smirks gently, and holds the pose. The man seemed a little confused, but didn't complain.
Every time Danny did something new, like dig at the ground, let his eyes wander, or yawn a breath of icy mist, the man started a new furious sketch.
The man left all but too early for Danny's liking.
In a bedroom, resting on a red leather couch, an unfamiliar woman scrolls through her phone for the umpteenth time. "Oh hey guys, itsa me, Scar."
A glance at her phone reveals that she's been refreshing a particular page, probably has been for the past 20 minutes.
She stares intensely at the camera. She says only one thing.
"Commentate and review… I'm waiting."
-lol okay but i do have a problem im constantly checking the reviews of my stories instead of writing them-
Do you guys have any particular interactions you want to see? Lemme know, I need ideas haha *chuckles nervously*.
