A Misfortunate Encounter [Cork!]

[Anonymous]

She was pretty sure she was lost. It was hot, humid, and everything seemed foreign. Walking along, Masika wondered how she'd gotten this far, into what was seeming more and more to be a swamp, without noticing it before. It was probably that strictness about staying on marked roads, but she had no idea why a road would go through such a horrible place. It smelled, everything sounded weird, and the trees were too close for her to fly out without doing some damage. Snorting in irritation and fueled by her stubbornness, she kept going.

Deep down she wanted to feel like she knew where she was going, that she hadn't misinterpreted directions, so she was beginning to feel a bit betrayed; what kind of person would mislead her!? Besides, she was completely incapable of getting lost all on her own.

In her mind all was well. Little did she know, though, an innocent fly was roaming her way. When she caught sight of it, she freaked. Not really knowing what it was, she growled, hissed, and stomped her paws in an attempt to scare it away. When it circled back toward her she was convinced it was something evil and vile that shouldn't be trusted. Rumbling as only a dragon could, she readied herself for its attack. When the fly flew right over her, though, she felt a sort of satisfaction. In some way she felt she'd won, not that she would ever see it any other way, and was quite proud of herself as she snorted and strutted onward just as lost as she was only a moment before.

[Anonymous]

When Nym needed privacy, but there wasn't an empty graveyard in sight—and when Nym needed a chaotic environment, but there wasn't a single war being fought, he went to a swamp. Dark damp and deadly, swamps gave Nym the space he needed to conjure the dark minions that brought his malicious machinations to life. Interlopers were few and far between, and in Nym's glory days, any that did come along merely became ingredients for whatever ritual he was currently conducting. As a matter of fact, Nym had just finished gathering the materials for his latest endeavor, which involved large flaming torches, a pile of bones and various cruelly-pointed sharp objects, all of which the given ritual called for.

Just as Nym had started chanting the first few lines, a great rumbling overtook the ground, interrupting him in the middle. It seemed at first that Nym's spell had been far too effective, but assuming that the area wasn't prone to spontaneous earthquakes, it was unlikely that he had in fact tripled the spell's efficiency with just a few lines. Soon the cause became apparent: a large blue dragon was strolling through the forest and was quickly approaching the swamp. Of the dragons Nym had met, few were very enthusiastic about necromancy unless hoards of gold were involved. At this stage, Nym couldn't possibly just take down his entire apparatus—to get the torches burning with such a large degree of fire alone took two hours, and Nym had no interest in wasting more time.

"Curses! A pox, a thousand poxes upon dragon and their kin! What purpose could a dragon possibly have in a forest anyway!?"

Nym stomped the ground when it occurred to him that the innocent child act wouldn't work—degrading as it was, the guise was effective in almost every situation. In this case, however, Nym was wearing his ceremonial garb and thusly didn't feel that he looked innocent enough to sell the innocence angle. All Nym could do was stand and wait for the impending draconic wrath.

[Anonymous]

She had no idea what she was about to discover, but she kept on going along at a leisurely pace for one so lost.

The first thing she took notice of was fire. Fire wasn't normal. Even as a dragon, she didn't associate fire with many good things at all. Immediately, it sparked her unnecessary concern.

Picking up the pace, she rushed forward as more of the scene became visible through the trees until she took notice of the young boy standing there. At first she wasn't making the connection between what he was wearing and what she was seeing because she managed to only see him as a boy out in the woods with random fires around. "What are you doing out here!?" she demanded, her tone as though she'd known him for years and had every right to scold him. "My goodness, how did you even get out here?!"

Peering at the fires and lowering her head a bit, she approached Nym slowly with the mindset that she didn't want to frighten away a lost child. She was naive, though, for not wanting to think that he wasn't actually lost at all.

ooc: Sorry for the shortness and taking so long to post. >< *hugs*