Hi everybody, this is Tigre. As usual, if at the beginning of a paragraph you see this: (Tigre Note: Look up [ex] "The Hanging Tree" on Youtube), open a new tab, look up the song, & listen to it as you read the paragraph. As usual: Stuff I own: All my OCs & plot idea (since it's based after Jak and Daxter The Lost Frontier) Stuff I don't own: Any & all Jak & Daxter, & Spyro character/references. I would like to give a kind & warm shout out to WinterBlaze313 for the amazing review & the second person to actually review this story, so please, give yourself a pat on the back dude
Jak P.O.V.
"Well," Torn said, "did you a picture of it?" I frown at him & sigh "No, I didn't, but I did come into contact wi-" "What?" Torn interrupts clearly agitated with my answer, " You were out there for three hours, you came into contact with it for precursors know how long, & you don't get a picture of the thing?!" he finishes panting from how loud he yelled. "I didn't get a picture of it, because it was sitting across from me in a tiny clearing, watching my every move," I shout back, "& every time I reached my hand towards my bag to get the camera, it would start growling at me." I finish, my voice also hoarse from yelling & the lack of water for three hours on this hot day. "But," I continue, "I could draw it from how long I was watching it, just as it was watching me." Torn raises an eyebrow, questioning my probably bizarre sounding suggestion like it was some sort of joke.
Not many people knew that I did, but when I was younger, & had nothing else to do, I would take out a pencil, scrap paper, & go draw whatever I found interesting at the moment. The only people that actually know that are Keira, Samos, & or course Daxter, who would watch me draw for hours on end, picking out new things for me to draw. I walk over to the mission briefing table, sit down grab a pencil, & manage to grab the only piece of blank paper on the desk. I begin drawing the creature's slender, oddly attractive face, wavy red & blue hair, extremely dark blue forehead spots, light blue eyelid spots, piercingly white horns, & it's sparkling green eyes. I then move to the creature's lower half, drawing its long neck, steel clothing, powerful wings, spiked tail, & all its other spikes & blades. I look up to see Torn standing over me, a look of amazement on his tattooed face.
"I'm a little rusty, I haven't drawn in years, sorry if it is kind of messy" I say with an embarassed smile. "What are you talking about, that is amazing" Torn says, his expression seeping into his rough voice, making it soft. "Odd thing though, it almost looks human, I mean if you were to cover up the horns, wings, & tail, it would be hard to tell if it was another woman squatting on the ground or some strange creature like it is" he says thoughtfully, speaking what I had thought while I was drawing the creature. "Yeah," I say with a sigh, a little of my self criticism that all 'artists' get when talking about their own work in my voice. I notice a mistake in the drawing, & quickly fix it, Torn still watching me. "I wonder if it's going to be in that area again tomorrow" I think outloud. "What?" Torn says, who had started working on a paper that had been on the desk.
"I said I wonder if the creature is going to be there again tomorrow" I repeat while beginning to draw in the background. "Why," he asks, looking up from his work with a curious look played across his face, "Why not just show Carl & Luke the drawing & ask them if that was what they saw?" I look up from my drawing, having finished drawing in the shapes of the plants behind the creature. "Well, I was thinking of trying to get a picture of it, & if I can't, maybe I can draw it while it's sitting across from me" I say thoughtfully, "but I guess we can show them this & ask if this is what they saw, just let me finish the picture." While Torn calls the two, I finish up the picture by shading in all of the trees, grasses, & leaves in the drawing. Carl & Luke walk in, & nervously stand on near the door, both switching their weight from foot to foot.
Meldalvyna's P.O.V
I fly up to the front door of my family & I's crumbling house, open the door, & walk into my mother, who was on the other side of the door about to come out. "Oh, there you are Mel," my mother says with a relieved smile. Her smile then quickly fades to a small frown, "Where were you, & why do I smell a human on you?" she finishes with a light growl. "I went cliff diving, & when I rested on my favorite branch, I heard footsteps coming down the path. I hid on the branch using my shadow element, & that's when I saw it was a cu.. uh.. male human walking through the forest after hearing a branch snap under my foot. Anyways, I stood hidden until he passed underneath me, which was when I let my shadow go & I accidentally growled a sigh" I pause taking a breath from talking so fast & almost calling the human cute. "Go on," my mother says as Spyro walks into the room.
"Oh, there she is, I was about to come looking for you Mel, wait, why do I smell human?" my-step father says. "She was just telling me that," my mother says, not even looking at Spyro. "Well," I continue, "the human heard the growl, & looked up at me, & that was when I decided to scare away the human. So, I climbed down the tree head first, watching him all the way, & pinned him against a bolder on the other side of the trail without touching him, moved my head as if I were to bite him & instead I sniffed him, thus the human scent on me, & backed off. But instead of running away, he just sat there & stared at me, & I did the same, but at one point, he did try to reach towards a bag he had, but I stopped him each time. I only just got away from him when I realized he was waiting for me to leave first," I finish breathless.
"Well then, is that all Meldalvyna?" my mother asks, still not quite believing me, the scent of mistrust wafting from her scales. "Cynder, she's telling the truth, you can smell that much," Spyro says from the back of the room. It was true too, dragons can smell any emotion, including truth & untruth. "Alright, get ready for dinner, Meldalvyna, Spyro cooked metalhead roast for dinner, you're Haven City favorite," she says, trying to smooth things over. "Yick, metalhead again?" I hear Sparx shout while coming down from his upstairs bedroom, which wasn't more than a built in shoe shelf with a door on it. "Can't we have a fruit salad or something BESIDES metalhead?" he says while floating down the stairs.
"We don't have any fruit TO make a salad, Sparx, & I already finished cooking the metalhead" Spyro says slightly irritated at Sparx. "Okay, I'll be back in a second" I say while running up stairs to wash my face & paw-hand-things in Sparx & I's water basin upstairs. Ten minutes later, I'm sitting in my seat, devouring my portion of roasted metalhead thinking about the human I had seen earlier that day. "So," my mother says after swallowing a chunk of her roast, "what did this male human look like?" she says, curiosity in her eyes & scent. "Well," I say before swallowing, "he had the most peculiar hair, it was yellow & green, with the green near the roots like my hair, the bluest eyes I've ever seen, he was pretty muscular too, but still thin, long ears like the rest of the humans,... oh, & he must have a pretty high position in the Freedom League due to the uniform he was wearing" I finish while taking another bite out of my metalroast.
My mother & step-father look at each other with a knowing smile while Sparx just shakes his head while smiling. "What," I ask suspiciously from the scent I got from them. "Oh nothing, but it sounds like you like this human," my mother says with a sly smile while Sparx nudges me with his little dragonfly elbow & raising his eyebrows. "What!" I shout, nearly choking on my water I had been drinking, "I do NOT,did it slip your mind that I sat across from him for three whole hours, watching him to make sure he didn't try to put a gun to my head?" I yell. "Mel, we were just messing with you... even though you ARE just beneath half human genetically," Sparx says suggestively. I give him a look that could melt the thickest & strongest dragon-made metal, & stand up. "I'm going to bed," I say huphing while stomping up the stairs.
Author's note: Well, that went... urhm... well (for lack of a better word). Anyways, as always, if you guys have questions, want more info, etc, just say so in a review. Also before I forget, WinterBlaze313, again thank you for the review, & are you the person who followed & Favorited my story, I would like to know. If you are, could you say so in a review? Your review made me so excited when I saw it I nearly cried from joy (no joke)! To repay you, I will read one of your stories & bomb them with reviews asap. Anyways, hope you readers liked this chapter, Tigre out.